<i>"I want to be yours. Make me yours."<br/>
</i><br/>The alpha wolf groaned as Ylva tightened her hold on him, grinding down those hips he loved and admired so fully. How could he deny, or even delay, such a tantalizing request from his lover's full, succulent lips? She wanted him, and he<i>needed </i>her, needed to feel her pulse and squeeze around him, needed to feel her tight body shiver against him as his thickness filled her. He needed to feel her body respond to his as he marked her, sinking his teeth deep into her fair skin to leave a hallowed scar etched into her flesh. He needed her.<br/><br/>Despite his initial desire to meet his mate with delicacy, Valko found himself struggling as he knelt down, laying Ylva's body up against the wet riverbank. They sank into the soft earth, Valko's knees disappearing below the edge of the water as he bucked against her. Greedy hands tugged at her legs, propping them up against his chest, ankles at his ears. Rough fingertips ran up and down the length of her limbs, admiring the tense lines of muscle beneath the skin. Though not at her full strength thanks to Antony's abuse, he could sense the power she housed here, coiled deep and resting beneath the surface, ready to burst when the time came, an explosion of strength and ferocity. He imagined she must look absolutely stunning when she ran.<br/><br/>A low rumble sounded from Valko's chest as he pressed his lips to her ankle, nipping lightly at the thin skin as his hips thrust into her. Gently at first, hovering at the precipice of unbridled intensity as his body began to quake. "Ylva," he growled, pushing harder, back muscles bunching and flexing beneath the skin as he curled over her, hands sliding down along the length of her elegant form. One settled at her chest, cupping a bare breast in his palm while the other snaked its way to the back of her head, entangling itself into a mass of dark, silky hair. He tipped her head back, exposing her bare throat while his hand continued to massage her firm, beautiful breast, the breast that would nurse his future children. Though he had never considered it with any other partner, looking at her now, knowing that this body--<i>her </i>body--would one day house and nourish his family, in the alpha's eyes it made Ylva surpass any kind of beauty he had ever bared witness to previously. Looking at her now, the fullness of her lips, the graceful lines of her neck, the snowkissed glow of her skin...<br/><br/><i>I will kill for you</i>, he thought madly, pupils dilating until his eyes were little more than endless black holes surrounded by a thin line of silvery blue.<br/><br/>His thrusts became more erratic and needy, as though he could never get enough of feeling her muscles squeeze against him. His upper lip twitched as he leaned forward, re-positioning her legs with his torso, taking one of her nipples into his mouth and sucking possessively. Fingers still clutched at her hair, keeping her throat exposed as it pleased the wild wolf inside of him to see his mate's vulnerability. He could feel his wolf clawing inside of him, ready and eager to solidify their connection and make it permanent, to let the rest of the world know that this was his mate, his alpha female, his lover, and he would tear out the throat of<i>anyone</i>who dared to disrespect her.