I was mortified.
He was lapping up his own seed—my slick—everything, like a crazed beast.
I gasped, trying to free myself from his grip, but he dragged his tongue all the way up to the bundle of nerves. My eyes rolled back, my insides pulsing, contracting rapidly until slick oozed out and trailed downward.
“Oh God,” I cried to the ceiling—but he only sucked harder.
I couldn’t catch my breath. My hands clawed at the bedding, searching for purchase as sensation crashed over me in relentless waves.
Then a deep growl tore from him, vibrating straight through my core—and something answered it.
My wolf.
At first it was only a soft sound, uncertain, instinctive. But it grew—stronger, louder—until Thaddeus paused and lifted his head to look at me.
His lips and chin were drenched.
Utterly sinful.
“There you are,” he murmured, wiping his face with the back of his hand with a wide grin.
I stretched my leg out and planted my foot against his chest.
He caught my ankle, his grip firm as his palm drifted leisurely up to my knee.
“Do you think you can stop me from claiming what’s mine?” he drawled.
We both knew I couldn’t resist his claim. We both knew my heat drove me to distraction. That didn’t mean I couldn’t toy with him.
“Yours?” I asked, nudging his chest with my toe.
Something dark flickered across his face—gone almost as quickly as it appeared.
He reached for my other leg with infuriating ease and settled it over his shoulder.
“The promise of our bond began with a single spark,” he said quietly, lifting my foot from his chest and placing it on his other shoulder.“But that’s the thing—one spark can become an inferno.”
He dropped over me, trapping my limbs between us.
“And you are the spark that lit me up, little wolf,” he growled, grinding himself between my thighs.“You owe me.”
His hot, hard length grazed against me—knot and all—and I gasped, instinctively trying to meet him. His weight bore down on my limbs, holding me firmly in place, denying me even that small mercy.
Back and forth he dragged himself between me, slipping against me but never entering. All I could do was cling to him, breath breaking with every taunting pass.
“You owe me a whole bond,” he growled, nipping at my neck where his mark lay—possessive, deliberate, reminding me exactly who I belonged to.
I felt my wolf curl coyly in my chest and… snigger.
Before I could reprimand her, his chest brushed over my nipples, layering a new sensation atop the burning ache already coiled inside me.
“Aye, yer right,” I groaned, sliding my arms around his neck.
Let them fight it out amongst themselves—I needed him inside me. Now.
He pulled back to look at me, hesitant and suspicious.
“I’m yours,” I murmured, rubbing my palms along his cheeks and jawline.
