I wanted all of it. Her fire. Her heat. Even her anger.
She was the only one who didn’t crumble beneath us. The only one who matched our strength. The only one who drove me to the edge of myself.
“My little firecracker,” I murmured, slipping one hand between her thighs while the other rose to her breast.“So hot. So explosive.”
She clenched around me so hard that a grunt tore from my chest.
The strangled groans grew more frantic as I rubbed her clit. She pushed back against my knot, needy and restless. I licked the space between her shoulder blades, tracing her spine, tasting the salt of her skin.
My gaze lifted to her neck—aware of what was still missing between us. I rolled her nipple between my fingers, dragged my teeth over her shoulder.
“Such a messy little mate,” I murmured, rotating my hips so she felt every inch of my knot brushing her entrance.“You feel that?”
“Uh-huh,” she gasped.
“Soaking me,” I continued softly, deliberately,“so your hungry little cunt can be fucked by my knot.”
She tried to push back again. I smirked.
“I’m the only one who can give you what you need,” I said, pinching her nipple hard enough to draw a sharp gasp—then immediately soothing it with slow, gentle strokes.
“This is what we are.”
I straightened, gripping her shoulder, not waiting for an answer. I snapped my hips forward. Each deep, brutal thrust forced a cry from her as my knot began to spread her open. The dull slap of bodies was muted by my trousers, but her pleasure drowned out everything else.
“Mine,” I growled with each thrust.
“Mine. Mine.”
And each time, my knot sank deeper.
I pressed my fingers to her clit until she gushed over me.
“MINE,” I roared—Fenrir rising with me, his growl echoing in my chest, his voice in my mind.
Mine.
She took our knot as her body shook beneath us. Each rapid contraction dragged a grunt from my throat as I forced myself deeper. For a moment, everything went white—soundless, breathless—as release tore through me in waves.
Then my senses returned.
I felt her clenched tight around my knot—hot, unrelenting. The most sensational creature I’d ever known.
Reaching back, I found the chair and carefully lowered us down.
Joined.
Satiated—for now.
She might drive me to the edge.
But she always pulled me back.
Chapter 60
Lielit
An involuntary whimper escaped me when he sat us down, his knot sinking deeper than ever. I’d always doubted his sanity where his control issues were concerned, but as I stared at the mess on his desk and thought about him spiralling over the twins, I leaned back and rested my head on his shoulder.
