I clutched his shirt to my chest, the fabric already warm as his gaze travelled over me—unhurried, intent, darkened with hunger.
“Good God,” he muttered.
His focus dropped as his hands went to his breeches, fumbling briefly with the buttons as though his patience had finally fractured.
The room seemed to shrink around us, the fire snapping softly as though even it held its breath. Heat pressed in from every direction—too much, not enough, all at once. My body felt tight and loose in the same heartbeat, suspended in a moment that threatened to snap.
I clenched the shirt to my mouth, biting into it when his breeches came down. His manhood was swollen and thicker than my wrist. It bobbed against his flat stomache as he kicked his breeches away. That’s when I noticed the thick rouge swelling at the base.
The ache pulsed and I ground my thighs together, groaning when I felt the slippery mess between them.
My heart raced and I closed my eyes, waiting for him to come to me.
The pause was unbearable. Every sound—the crackle of the fire, the rough drag of his breath—stretched the moment tighter, until waiting felt like another kind of agony.
The command landed low and firm, leaving no space for argument—only heat and inevitability. My body answered before my thoughts could catch up.
“Get in your nest, Euphemia and part your thighs. You have made us wait long enough,” he said, prying his shirt away from my hands.
I slid into the cocoon of his clothing until all I could smell was him. The cool sheets, the rough wool and the soft shirts wrapped around me, grounding and overwhelming all at once. His presence shifted the mattress as he joined me, the bed dipping beneath his weight.
I reached for him without thinking, my fingers brushing his chest—hard muscle beneath my palm, coarse hair warming quickly under my touch.
His wolf growled at my touch.
The sound vibrated through the space between us, a warning and a promise all at once, making the air feel charged—like the moment just before something breaks.
He moved until he towered above me, blocking out the firelight, his shadow swallowing me whole. His presence pressed down—heat, weight, certainty—and my breath caught before I could steady it. His knees nudged me open, leaving no room for escape, no illusion of choice.
“I can smell your need, little wolf,” he rasped, gripping my thighs until he pinned them on the bed.“That’s better, let me see how wet you are for my knot. Let me take your ache away.”
The words shattered what little restraint I had left. A sound slipped free of me—broken, helpless.
I whimpered and did as he asked. His dark hair fell around his face as he lowered his lips to my neck. His tongue pressed against me, warm and wet, before he licked his way down to my breast. I clung to his arms and arched my back to offer myself to him, surrendering to the heat coiling tighter and tighter inside my body.
His breath was hot against my skin, a promise and a warning all at once. I barely had time to draw a breath before sensation overtook thought.
His whiskers grazed my breast, and when his hot mouth closed over my nipple, I cried his name. His length brushed against my core as he suckled my breast. My nails curled into his flesh as I anchored myself to him. His muffled groan against mybreast caused a gush of liquid to trickle out of me. His tongue flicked my nipple, teasing me before he began to suck harder.
I could barely breathe when another cramp seized me, ripping a cry from my throat. The heat flared so sharply it felt as though it scorched me from the inside out, leaving my skin slick as a bead of sweat traced a slow path down my temple.
“Please,” I sobbed—no pride left in the word, only need.
Chapter 21
Thaddeus
Her plea was wrought in desperation, and we knew she was ready.
The sound of it struck deeper than any claw. Not permission—need. The kind that left no room for delay, only precision.
I hovered there for a breath too long, forcing myself to feel every second of it. Her heat. Her shudder. The way her body yielded even as it ached.
I released her reddened nipple but was unable to resist the other swollen pink bud. I guided my dripping cock to her slick cunny holding myself between her heated lips before gently suckling on her nipple. Her body trembled beneath me and another plea left her lips. Instinctively her hands curled around my waist as she tried to pull me closer.
The movement nearly undid me.
Take her. Complete our bond. Seal it, so she can never escape us, Wulfric snarled as I felt his frayed nerves reach their limit.
