Lets me in.
The bond snaps taut between us like lightning.My Wolf howls, ancient and wild and starving, and I start to move harder—deeper—every thrust a promise.A vow.A branding.
She meets me beat for beat, her cries turning breathless and high as her climax builds.My body’s close—so damn close—and I know I’m losing control.
But I don’t care.
Because this is right.
Because she’s mine.
“Mine,” I growl—claiming her with words.
The same thing the Wolf inside me has been saying since he recognized Megan is my mate.
My fangs elongate, but I wait for it.Needs to be just right.
“Come for me, mate.Come so I can claim you,” I growl, flexing my hips sliding my hand between us, coating my fingers in our slick so I can rub her needy little clit.
One swipe.Then two.And then, Megan shatters beneath me.
Her body seizes, her thighs locking around my hips, her voice rising in a sound that splits the air like thunder.
And I bite.
Not to hurt.Not to harm.
But to claim.
My teeth sink into the soft curve between her neck and shoulder, the spot meant for this—the ancient mark of mating.
And fuck, she likes it.
Her pussy squeezes me tighter.
She cries out, clutches me tighter, and pulses around me just as I break with a roar that shakes the windows.
I come so hard I see stars—every ounce of me pouring into her, body and soul, our bond snapping into place with a final, fierce snap.
When it’s over, I’m trembling.
Spent.Shaken.Changed.
She’s panting beneath me, still clinging, still mine.
And even though neither of us says it, I know we both feel it.
It’s done.
It’s real.
It’s forever.
And I know I won’t survive a single day without her.
“Owen,” she murmurs, clinging to me, and I lean down, fusing our lips together.
We kiss.
