Chapter 907: The best way to wake up  Owen and Zina were lost in the throes of passion. Harder, faster, more… but what was more than what they were doing?

The headboard was clattering against the wall, and the hinges of the bedframe threatened to give in.

Zina was fighting to catch the smallest of breaths while her wolf amplified her frenzy. Owen's growls and grunts vibrated against her left ear, and she heard him say how she was fantastic and that he loved every inch of her. The stretch and the friction were boosted by the sparks of their bond that made her claw at his back in a fervent need to increase their touching surface.

Owen prayed silently for the strength to not pass out from sheer pleasure that shook every muscle in his body. How could a woman be so enthralling? Her every moan spoke to his wolf, her lustful song urged the demon in him to come out and corrupt her pure soul… to claim her as his, forever.

"Owen," Zina panted as he lapped at the left side of her neck.

Her orgasm was building up and she was ready to blow. Will her heart burst from overstimulation? That was a possibility.

She tilted her head to give him better access and breathed into his ear, "I am yours."

Her words were barely a whisper, but he heard her clearly.

The last string of restraint snapped, and Owen dipped his head.

Zina muffled her cry in Owen's shoulder when the orgasm hit her full force at the same time as his fangs pierced her flesh.

Owen growled while pumping himself into her. Her insides tightened around his cock in rhythmical pulses, pushing him over the edge to fill her up with his hot seed.

Zina saw stars in front of her closed eyes. If previous orgasms were touching the sky, this one sent her outside of the Solar system. She was confident that her soul left her body to merge with Owen's because just their bodies becoming one was not enough to explain what was happening.

Zina's body twitched as Owen licked the spot where his mark was forming already.

"Damn, angel," he said while catching his breath and then he chuckled lowly. "I could spend the rest of my life doing this."

Zina stared at him with unfocused eyes. "Me too."

He wanted to pull out, but Zina's legs clamped him in place.

"Let me feel you," she pleaded, and he had no objections.

Owen loved the sight of his mark on her neck. The fiery Goddess was his and his only, but there was also a problem… "George and Dawn will jump to our throats in the morning." And what about the party in the evening?

"Are you regretting it?"

"No," Owen said right away. "If I could do it again, I would. And again. And again."

He wiggled his eyebrows and Zina giggled, her insides squeezed his cock, and he groaned in response.

"I am worried that they will give you a hard time," he said.

"Do you really care about Dawn and George?" Zina asked.

"No." Owen nuzzled her nose with his. "You still didn't answer my question."

"Which one?"

"Do you accept me as your mate?"

Zina blinked. Wasn't it too late for that question? But it seemed that Owen wanted a verbal confirmation.

"Yes. I accept you as my mate, Owen of the Red Moon pack." She didn't like the pack Owen was associated with, but she didn't want to be picky about it. He already said that location was not important, and she would be a hypocrite to say otherwise.

Owen's smile reflected in his eyes as he leaned to kiss her gently, tenderly, every move of his tongue stirred another wave of desire, and within a minute they were back at it again.

…

"Mmm," Zina moaned softly while drifting in and out of her sleep.

She had a fantastic dream. She came to visit Dawn, and they went to the market, and then a super-handsome guy appeared, and it turned out he was her mate, and he smelled of maple honey, and they ended up having hot sex and he marked her, and she nearly passed out how good it was, and then they did it again and… it was fantastic.

Zina didn't want to wake up. She wanted to keep dreaming because Owen's hold was solid, and no one ever managed to excite her wolf.

"Ahh…" A loud sigh escaped her lips because the dream was so good that she could still feel her handsome mate all over her. Well, not all over, but definitely at the cradle of her thighs.

Zina tried to squirm, and her eyes sprang open when she realized that she was unable to move her hips. What the hell?

Still half-asleep, Zina looked down to see a head between her legs.

"What…? Ahh… Oh!… Mmm…"

She was unable to form any words because Owen's lips latched around her clit, and he started sucking on it.

Eventually, Owen looked up at Zina and grinned. The lower half of his face was glistening from her juices, and it was all infused with chamomile and he loved it!

Owen didn't feel guilty for waking her up. He didn't get a wink of sleep and he let her sleep for a few hours (every minute felt like an eternity), and then his restraints snapped, and he decided to help himself. He was never a patient one.

"Good morning, angel," Owen said in a deep voice that shook her insides.

Zina's chest heaved. Good morning? Wait! With Owen between her legs, didn't that mean her dream was not a dream? This was a million times better than a dream!

"Is this how you will wake me up every morning?"

Owen licked his lips in slow motion. "If you like it."

IF she likes it!? "I like it very much," Zina said honestly. Who would say no to an orgasm first thing in the morning?

With a low chuckle, Owen dove back to tend to Zina's most intimate parts with his mouth and she plopped back into the pillows. Even if she wanted to resist his relentless attacks on her pleasure centers, she was unable to do so.

Zina's body twitched in the aftershocks of her orgasm when Owen crawled on top of her.

He observed Zina's blissful expression, and he was confident that she was the most beautiful woman in the world.

"Mine," he murmured.

Zina's smile widened. "Yours."

Owen kissed her deeply and she tasted herself on his lips. How come she didn't realize before that she tasted of chamomile? It was like Owen unraveled parts of her she didn't know before.

He swallowed Zina's cry when he jabbed himself inside her and he loved the sensation of her nails piercing his flesh. Owen hoped that she will leave scars so that her presence shows on his outside as well.

Zina couldn't believe the emotional tornado Owen stirred within her. Her senses were sharper, she was more aware of her surroundings, and everything was clearer. She could feel that they breathed at the same time and their hearts beat in the same rhythm. It was surreal.

The most fantastic above it all was that she knew, beyond any doubt, that Owen worshiped her.