"Not tonight. Tonight I make you mine body and soul. I intend to mark you and breed you tonight. You're in heat – I want to make you pregnant."

This should have alarmed me, but it didn't. Maybe it was lust. Maybe it was the sudden realization that I already belonged to him and always had. "Do it then. Now."

"Of course. Whatever you want," he answered.

He guided me onto my hands and knees right there on the floor. I arched my hips up and spread my legs in wanton invitation. He took me without preamble, plunging inside me as deep as he could go. Never in my life had anything felt so good. It was as though he was fulfilling a need in my life that had gone unnamed for years. It wasn't just sex – it was him. He was my mate.

I threw back my head and groaned in pleasure. A few steady strokes and he had me clawing at the carpet in a state of ecstasy. My pussy burned pleasantly from the rhythmic thrusts. The pace he set was hard and fast, both wild and animalistic. It had been good with my husband, but never like this. My breasts jutted out proudly as I arched my back in a wordless plea for more. I could only moan in delight when he reached around to grasp one breast and give it a gentle squeeze. My nipples were so hard that they hurt.

Once again I climaxed, throwing my head back in ecstasy. My pussy pulsed around his throbbing cock, hugging him like a glove. This time I brought him with me. His thrusts came harder, as he pressed into me again and again, finally driving in all the way as he emptied himself into me.

I collapsed on the floor in exhaustion, momentarily satiated. He lay down beside me, his hands sleeking over my smooth skin. "Mine," he breathed into my ear. This time I agreed.

I felt very content and at peace. When he wanted to mate again, I not only allowed it, but also welcomed it. Somewhere, in some rational corner of my mind, I knew it was horrible to be doing this here in the room that I shared with my husband. But he was only my husband after all, a legal term. The taking of a mate has little to do with the law.

The storm had rained itself out and golden moonlight pooled around us and over us. Over and over we coupled and I gasped with pleasure every time I felt his seed planted in my womb. I fell asleep in the curve of his body with his cock still buried inside me.

I wasn't especially surprised to find him gone in the morning, but I wasn't concerned. I wasn't concerned either by the claw marks on my shoulder. I knew they would scar, but they were his mark and I was proud to wear them. Somehow I sensed that he had succeeded in his objective to impregnate me, and I was proud of that too. I knew my mate would return for me soon, certainly before the next full moon. He had bred me and marked me as his.