“Oh, yes,” she screamed, gripping his hips as he pumped inside her.
With each movement in and out, his thrusts grew more urgent. Something strange was happening inside him, something he couldn’t quite identify. But being joined with her went beyond physical pleasure of sex—it reached him on some deeper level within.
She dug her fingers deeper into his skin as he slammed into her and then retreated, doing so again and again. The bed creaked beneath them, banging into the wall. He filled her over and over as she tightened around him. Her moans and breathy sighs grew louder. His breaths came out in jagged pants.
“Oh, Rafe!” she cried.
He lifted her ass off the bed and adjusted his position to stroke her sensitive areas at this angle. She responded instantly to this new angle and clawed at him like a wildcat. He drilled into her, both of their bodies now covered with a sheen of perspiration. Urgency rose with explosive intensity.
The tips of her fangs peeked through her parted lips. It renewed the agonizing itch in his gums as his fangs burned with the compulsion to sink into her sweet flesh.
The urge to bite, to mark, and claim Mila as his mate burned through his body like a rising drum beat.
They’d be bonded together. Forever.
No!Neither of them wanted that. They didn’t want to be mated. He couldn’t let one moment of blissful lust distract him. All they just wanted was this physical release—just fuck each other out of their system. He thought it would only take one time, but after this, once would never be enough.
Her back arched. “I’m right there.”
“Fuck yes,” he hissed. “Come for me.”
She clenched so tightly around his shaft his vision blurred. Rays like that of the sun pierced through the fuzziness. He blinked through the pleasurable haze until he saw clearly again.
“Rafe!” She screamed out his name and dug her nails into his ass. She shuddered beneath him, clinging onto him like she might fall.
“Oh.” He gasped. “Mila.”
The tightness pulsing around him was too much, severing any last shred of control. He’d been hovering so close to orgasm himself from the moment he touched her, but the intensity of her climax pushed him over the edge. Volcanic thunder rushed through his veins, surging into his cock and he exploded deep inside her with a feral growl. He dropped his head back and jet after jet of liquid shot out. Thoroughly spent, he lowered himself onto her curvaceous body. Her skin felt as slick as his own, and her heart pounded just as rapidly.
Nothing else sounded beside their shallow panting.
When his brain functioned again, he whispered her name.
“Yes?” She wrapped her arms around him, tracing circles on his lower back.
“That was…” He searched for a word in his scrambled brain. “Cataclysmic.”
She laughed. “I hope that means good.”
“Better than good,” he agreed. “Phenomenal.”
She sighed. “Yes.”
After they lay there, sweaty bodies entwined around each other, Rafe’s wits slowly returned. He’d told himself that having sex with her would get the urge out of his system.
He was wrong.
Now that he’d had this one chance with Mila, he knew without question that he never wanted to give her up. What his wolf had told him from the first moment they met her echoed through Rafe’s body with resounding certainty—she was his mate.
Mila was the only one for him. There could never be another.
Only one problem—even if his feelings toward her changed, nothing was resolved between their packs. That meant the likelihood of anything between them lasting longer than the week was essentially impossible.
Chapter 12
Mila
In the early light of day, Mila’s eyelids fluttered open. A heavy arm was draped around her naked body. She inhaled Rafe’s scent and her skin tingled. Being here, wrapped in his arms and enclosed in his scent filled her with a comfort she’d never known. Even her wolf finally rested, content, after all those days of pining.
