Change of Heart

need to eat. "I just ate."
    "Then something to drink. You look like you're gonna pass out."
    I should have waited. He was giving me the time to adjust to him because he was an honorable man, a good man, a patient man. I should have taken things slow, but after two years of celibacy and the way his scent was driving me to claw through his clothes, I was teetering on frenzied need. I knew what I wanted, needed, and to deny myself when the man belonged to me was just stupid. When I spoke his name, he froze where he was and turned to me.
    "What?"
    I cleared my throat. "Please mark me again."
    He made a noise in the back of his throat before he rushed toward me, and I received him with open arms. I was 139
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    wrapped up tight, and he crushed me to his chest as I lifted my head for his kiss.
    "Are you sure?"
    "Make me yours."
    The strangled sound from deep in his chest rushed blood to my groin. I couldn't breathe.
    I was spun around, pushed forward several feet, and then shoved face first into a wall, my legs kicked apart as his knee wedged between my thighs. His hands were all over me.
    "I'm sorry... I wish it could be slow, but if I don't take you, show everyone that you're mine and bind you to me, then anyone that touches you... no way I could even stop myself from... so this is the only way, 'cause once you smell like me, no one will come near you."
    My parka was yanked off me; my sweater was in pieces on the floor, the long-sleeved T-shirt beneath shredded as well, falling there to join it. My jeans were shucked roughly to my knees, my briefs following. I gasped as his hand wrapped around my hard, throbbing cock.
    "It has to be like this. You have to submit."
    Whatever he wanted. All my focus was on the hand fisted on my shaft, sliding over my skin. Throbs of pleasure were pulsing through my body as I squirmed against him.
    "You're mine."
    I was going to say something, anything, but there was the sound of crinkling foil, and anticipation drowned reason. My cock was leaking in his hand, and he was rubbing the slick, sticky precome over the head with his thumb. It felt amazing.
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    "I need the lube off the condom," he told me, his voice deep and seductive. "But I'm not going to use it. I'm not sick with anything. I'll show you... it's in my desk... later."
    I trusted him. He was my mate.
    "I need you to feel every inch of me inside you."
    So hot—the man was so... fucking... hot.
    "You're trembling," he growled before his mouth closed on the back of my neck, on the mark he had made the day before, sucking and licking at it, pressing my forehead against the wall. I was pinned there, held completely still, as he parted my thighs and impaled me in one swift, powerful forward thrust. The bite was forgotten; there was only the stinging heat as I gasped his name, my muscles tight and protesting for moments before they relaxed and engulfed him. He was so hard, the length filling me, the thickness stretching me, and his hand working me over, sending tremors of pleasure rolling through my frame.
    "God, you're so fuckin' tight...."
    I called his name as he eased out and then shoved back inside as hard as he had the first time. The thrusts were jarring as he drove into me over and over, chanting my name like a prayer.
    "You feel so good," he growled, hand tangled in my hair, yanking my head back and twisting it sideways to find my mouth. It was intoxicating to be wanted, and his need and desire were there in his voice, in the way he clutched me and in the way his tongue slid over mine. He bit my collarbone and then sucked it, bathing the spot with his tongue, kissing up my throat, over my jaw, more nips and licking, the kisses 141
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    possessive, consuming, as his hands kneaded and stroked my ass, my chest, down my abdomen to my thighs. He had me wrapped in his arms, and he was buried inside me deeper than I thought possible, so hard inside me. I was sure I could feel him in my stomach as he lifted me off my feet.
    "Can you take it?" he asked, holding me so tight, his breath warm and moist in my ear as he pounded into me again and again.
    "Yes," I cried out, feeling the sting of hot tears on my face.
    I was so close, aching with my need to come.
    "Say my name. Say you're mine."
    "I belong to you, Logan. I'm your mate, your reah."
    He slid in and out of my now-slippery heat, my ass milking his cock as he lifted me off my feet and drove