“You’remine.” Another thrust, harder. “Say it.”
“I’m yours.”
“Again.” He’s fucking me now, hard and relentless, setting a punishing pace. Each thrust drives the air from my lungs.
“I’m yours, Nate. I’m yours.”
He grips my jaw, forces me to look at him. His eyes are dark, possessive, burning into mine.
“You don’t get to leave.” His thrusts are getting rougher, his knot starting to catch on my rim with every stroke. The stretch of it makes me gasp. “Not ever again. You’re staying right here. With me. With us.”
“Yes.”
“Promise me.” He slams into me so hard the headboard cracks against the wall.
“I promise.”
“Swear it.” Another brutal thrust, his knot catching harder, tugging at my entrance.
“I swear.” I’m coming apart beneath him, overwhelmed by sensation and emotion. “I swear, Nate. I’m yours. I’m not going anywhere. I’myours.”
Something shifts in his face. The fierce possessiveness cracks open and underneath it is just want. Love so fierce it takes my breath away.
“Mine,” he growls. “Say it again.”
“Yours. I’m yours. I’ve always been...”
He kisses me. Deep and desperate, swallowing my words, his tongue claiming my mouth the way his cock is claiming my body. His rhythm falters, his thrusts turning ragged, uncoordinated. His knot is swelling bigger now, catching harder with every stroke.
“Please...”
He bites my earlobe. “Touch yourself.”
My hand flies between us. My fingers find my clit and I’m so sensitive, so close from being edged earlier. I rub tight circles, chasing it, and his knot is catching harder now, stretching me wider with every thrust.
His eyes drop to my throat. His whole body shudders.
“Cara.” His voice is wrecked. “I need...”
I know what he needs. I feel it too.
I tilt my head, baring my neck to him.
“Do it.” I’m right on the edge, his knot catching hard, barely able to pull back. “Bond me. Please, Nate. I want it. I want you. I want?—”
He strikes.
His teeth sink into the curve of my neck at the same moment his knot locks inside me.
I shatter.
The orgasm tears through me, so intense I can’t breathe, can’t think—and then the bond snaps into place and I feelhim.His emotions flooding into me. Relief so sharp it hurts. Disbelief. Joy. Love, god, so much love I can’t breathe.
He comes with a roar against my neck, teeth still buried in my flesh, and I feel that too—the hot pulse of him filling me up, his pleasure crashing into mine through the bond until I can’t tell where I end and he begins.
His scent crashes over me—pine and woodsmoke—but it’s different now. Mixed with my honey and citrus. We smell like each other. Permanently.
And I feel him in my chest. Right behind my sternum—solid and warm and unmistakablyhis. Like a second heartbeat that will never stop.
