"Yes, I'm sure."
The word is a whisper, barely audible over the hiss of the shower steam, but it hits me like a kinetic round to the chest.
"I want you," she breathes, her violet eyes locked on mine, wide and unblinking. "I’ve never wanted anything... the way I want this. The logic fails, Jax. The schematic is broken. I just want you."
That snaps the last tether.
The Wolf roars, a sound of pure, triumphant violence that echoes in the base of my skull. I don't think. I don't plan. I move.
I scoop her up into my arms, her wet skin slick against mine. She wraps her legs around my waist, burying her face in the crook of my neck, inhaling sharply.
I kick the bathroom door open and stride into the main room.
I don't take her to the mattress. I carry her to the corner. To the nest.
It’s a pile of bear furs, heavy wool blankets, and old down sleeping bags I’ve scavenged over the years. It smells like cedar, smoke, andme. It’s the heart of the den.
I lower her onto the furs. The dark, coarse hair of the bear hide contrasts starkly with her pale, translucent skin. She looks like a sacrifice. She looks like a goddess.
"Jax," she whimpers, reaching for me.
I crawl over her, bracing my weight on my forearms. I’m looming, blocking out the dim light of the cabin. The storm outside is still hammering the roof, but the blood rushing in my ears is louder.
"You're so beautiful," I growl, my voice a wrecked ruin. "Perfect. Every inch of you."
I start at her throat. I lick the water droplets from her skin, tasting the salt and the lingering rain. My tongue is rough, broad, and I use it to paint a stripe down her sternum.
"You taste like trouble,mignonne," I murmur against her breast. I take the nipple into my mouth, suckling hard, biting lightly.
She arches off the furs, a jagged cry tearing from her throat. "Jax, please. The friction... it’s too much."
"It ain't enough," I rasp. "It won't ever be enough."
I move lower. I kiss the curve of her ribs, the soft dip of her waist. I spread her legs, kneeling between them.
The scent is overwhelming here. It’s wall of burnt sugar, copper, and heat. It makes my mouth water. It makes my cock throb so hard it hurts, a steel rod demanding release.
But I need to taste her. I need to own her flavor.
I hook my arms under her knees and pull her hips up.
"Sit up," I command.
She scrambles to obey, her movements frantic. I lie back against the furs, pulling her over me. I guide her legs over myshoulders so she’s straddling my face, her center hovering right above my mouth.
She looks down at me, her hair a wet, chaotic curtain around her face. Her gaze drops to my erection, standing straight up against my stomach, thick and angry.
"It’s... the dimensions are illogical," she whispers, reaching out to touch the head. “You’re monstrous.”
"Taste it," I groan, bucking my hips up. "Put it in your mouth, Miranda."
She lowers herself.
Her mouth closes over me. It’s hot. Tight. Wet.
I curse, a string of filth in Cajun French.“Putain de merde, tu es si serrée.”
At the same time, I lift my head and bury my entire face in her.
