Her words are a spark to the powder keg inside me. The last thread of my control snaps.
I don’t ask. I don’t warn her.
I grip her hips and flip her onto her stomach in one rough motion. She gasps, but before she can react, I’m pulling her up onto her knees, her ass pressed against my cock, her back arched. She’s exposed. Vulnerable.
And so fuckingmine.
My hand tangles in her hair, tilting her head back just enough to press my lips to her ear. “Are you sure you want this?”
“Yes,” she moans.
I slam into her in one brutal thrust, burying myself to the hilt. She cries out, her fingers clawing at the sheets, her bodytightening around me like a vice. The sensation is almost too much—hot, wet,perfect.
“Fuck,” I groan, my grip on her hip tightening. “You feel like you were made for this. Forme.”
I pull back and drive into her again, harder this time, my hips slapping against her ass. The sound fills the room—skin on skin, her ragged breaths, the creak of the bed. I can feel the darkness inside me rising, the need to take, to claim, toruinher for anyone else.
“Oh, God yes,” she cries out, pushing back against me, meeting every thrust. “Just like that. Don’t stop.”
I won’t.
I release her hair and grip both her hips, my fingers digging into her skin as I pound into her, each thrust deeper, rougher than the last. She’s taking everything I give her, her body clenching around me, her moans buried in the pillow.
“You’re mine,” I snarl, my voice raw, my control completely gone. “Say it.”
“I’m yours,” she gasps, her voice breaking.
I reach around, my fingers finding her clit, rubbing in tight, punishing circles. “Come for me,” I demand. “Now.”
Her body tenses, her back arching as the orgasm rips through her. She cries out, her inner walls pulsing around my cock, and it’s all I need.
I lose it.
With a groan, I bury myself deep and let go, my release crashing over me in waves. I grip her hips so hard I know there’ll be bruises, my cock pulsing inside her as I fill her.
I don’t stop until I’m empty, until my body is spent and my breath is ragged. Only then do I ease my grip, my hands sliding up her back, pulling her against me.
She collapses onto the bed, and I follow, my body covering hers, my lips pressing to the back of her neck.
“You’re mine,” I murmur again, my voice rough with possession.
I should be worried about that possessiveness. Should question what it means about who I am. But as I lie there with her still wrapped around me, her fingers trailing patterns on my back, her breath warm against my neck.
I can’t bring myself to care.
She turns her head just enough to meet my eyes, her expression dazed, her lips swollen. “And you’re mine.”
I kiss her, hard and deep, the darkness inside me finally quiet.
For now.
Chapter 18: Isabella
I wake to a warm body beside me.
For a moment, I'm disoriented. Then everything comes rushing back, last night, Lupo, the way he touched me, the way we fell asleep tangled together.
I turn my head and find him already awake, watching me.
