A Mate's Submission: (Hot Paranormal Shifter Romance) (Ozark Mountain Shifters Book 4) by P. Jameson Page A

thrusts.
    “Fuck,” she breathed.
    On the verge of falling off a ten year cliff, Lexar gave his restraints a frenzied jerk, and to his surprise, they broke free, the chain linking the cuffs together shattering. Avan’s eyes went wide and she clamped her thighs around his waist. His animal was out of his mind, finally free and wanting to pin her down and make her orgasm, but the ‘oh shit’ look in her eyes somehow broke through the haze of lust.
    This moment was crucial. If he fucked up now, he knew it would be over with her. And he never wanted it to be over.
    “Don’t stop,” he groaned.
    Her eyes grew even bigger, but she continued riding him.
    Slowly, carefully, he moved his hands to her thighs, and planted them there. He wouldn’t move them. If it fucking killed him—and it might—he wouldn’t touch her anywhere else.
    “You feel so good,” he murmured. His fingers dug into her flesh, in hopes it would anchor his hands. Her whole body was at his fingertips, but he had to refrain, had to prove he was trustworthy.
    Her thighs tensed under his hands. Her body arched, squeezing him as he thrust upward over and over again.
    Avan cried out as her center convulsed around him. So tight. And then he was a goner, swan diving into a state of bliss.
    He never fucking wanted to come up for air.

Chapter Seven
    Avan collapsed on Lexar’s chest, out of breath and reeling from the whole ordeal. He’d broken the cuffs. But not her rules.
    She wanted to reward him. She wanted to worship him. She wanted to spend the entire night fucking his brains out, and yes, letting him fuck her too. For the first time since she was young, she wanted to give someone else control. She hadn’t thought it was possible for her to feel that way.
    What the hell was he doing to her?
    Avan sighed.
    He was spent, but the grip on her thighs hadn’t loosened. Maybe it was muscle memory thing and his hands were frozen in place. But then his thumb swept side to side, a gentle stroke. He was still trying not to touch her. God, he was trying so hard.
    “I have to fight in a few minutes.” She placed a kiss on his chest and lifted her head to meet his stormy gaze. “Will you be there?”
    “You couldn’t fucking keep me from it.”
    She sucked in her lower lip. “You keep saying things like that, and I’ll expect you to stick around.” Her tone was teasing but she was dead serious. There was more to this interlude than she cared to admit.
    “I’m not going anywhere.” His narrowed gaze was so intense she wanted to squirm. He set her on edge. Challenged her. But in a way that she could accept.
    He was perfect for her. She just wasn’t perfect for him. As much as she liked to deny it, she… belonged to someone else, and it didn’t matter that she and Cael weren’t mated. They were intended. That meant she wasn’t intended for Lexar. It meant there was someone else out in the world for him. And he deserved to be happily mated.
    Her stomach turned and flipped at the idea of him with another wolf. Shit . If she wasn’t careful she was going to break her own rules. Then where would they be?
    Avan stood and swiped the keys from the bedside table, tossing them to Lexar.
    “I’m going to shower.”
    He raised an eyebrow. “Is that an invitation?”
    She couldn’t help the small grin that curved her lips. “Not this time, Captain. I need to smell neutral for the challenge. Right now…” She inhaled deeply. Their mixed scents were intoxicating. She wanted to drown in them. “Right now, I smell—”
    “Fucking delicious,” he snapped, frowning.
    He didn’t like the idea of her washing it off. Her stomach clenched. He might as well have just said ‘I love you’.
    Her smile widened. “ So fucking delicious.”
    In the bathroom, she made quick work of the shower. It felt good to function again. The pain was minimal. Almost non-existent. Her internal injuries were still a tad tender but nothing she couldn’t handle. Now she just had to