Something possessive and primal roars through me at her admission. My wolf is right there, so close to the surface I can feel my eyes burning gold.
“Going to fill you up,” I promise, my rhythm faltering as my orgasm builds. “Going to come so deep inside you.”
“Do it,” she urges, her inner walls starting to pulse around my cock. “Want to feel you come. Want every drop, Dane.”
Her dirty talk sends lightning down my spine. No one’s ever seen this side of me—the raw, unfiltered need. The desperation. The hunger that goes beyond physical. Nova doesn’t just take it;she demands more. Meets me thrust for thrust. Sees the beast in me and calls it forward instead of backing away.
“I’m close,” she warns, her back arching again. “Going to come on your cock.”
“Look at me,” I command, my voice barely human. “Want to see your face when you come.”
Her eyes lock with mine, violet and gold merging as our wolves rise together. Her fingers work frantically at her clit, her other hand gripping the sheets so hard her knuckles turn white.
When her orgasm hits, it’s like watching magic made flesh. Her eyes glow, her skin flushing from her cheeks down to her breasts. Her pussy clamps down on my cock in rhythmic pulses, trying to milk my orgasm from me.
“Dane!” she cries out, her back bowing off the bed. “I’m coming, I’m com—ahhhh!”
The sight of her completely undone, coming apart beneath me, on my cock, screaming my name—it destroys the last of my control. My climax rips through me like a physical force, starting at the base of my spine and exploding outward.
I throw my head back and roar as I come, a sound that’s half-human, half-wolf. My cock pulses inside her, pumping rope after rope of hot cum into her willing body. It feels endless, more intense than anything I’ve ever experienced. My entire being is focused on this one point where we’re joined, where I’m marking her from the inside out.
“Fuuuuck,” I choke out, my hips still pumping weakly as the aftershocks roll through me. “Nova—“
I can’t form words, can’t think beyond the overwhelming pleasure still coursing through my system. I collapse forward, catching myself on my forearms to avoid crushing her. We’re both panting, sweaty, trembling with the force of what just happened between us.
“Nova,” I whisper against her neck, my breath hot against her skin. My wolf is clawing at the surface, demanding more.
She turns her head, exposing the curve where her neck meets her shoulder. An invitation. My pulse hammers.
“Do it,” she says, her voice husky. “Mark me, Dane.”
My wolf surges forward with such force that I nearly black out. The transformation starts in my mouth—my canines lengthening, sharpening, pressing against my lower lip. I run my tongue along the points, tasting the anticipation. The change is physical, visceral—my gums tingle, jaw aching with the need to claim her.
I hesitate, searching her face. “You sure? This isn’t something I can take back. Once I mark you—“
“I know what it means.” Her violet eyes lock with mine, no doubt, no fear. “I’ve known since the moment you followed me into the Fade. Since you died for me and I pulled you back.” Her hand comes up to cup my jaw, her touch gentle against the rough stubble. “We’re already bound, Dane. This just makes it visible.”
My chest tightens. She’s right. Whatever exists between us—this pull, this need, this bone-deep recognition—it was there from the beginning. The mark won’t create the bond. It’ll just honor what already exists.
“I want this,” she continues, her thumb tracing my lower lip. “I want you. All of you. The Alpha. The man. The wolf. Everything you are.”
I lower my mouth to the sensitive juncture of her neck and shoulder, my elongated teeth grazing the skin. I can feel her pulse jumping beneath my lips—steady, trusting. She tilts her head, offering herself completely.
“This is forever,” I warn, my voice barely human. “No going back.”
“Good,” she says, digging her nails into my back. “Stop talking and do it already.”
My wolf roars with triumph as I sink my teeth into her flesh. The resistance of her skin gives way, and I break through. Blood floods my mouth; copper and salt and something uniquely Nova. Something that tastes like home.
She gasps, her body arching beneath mine, her inner walls clenching around my still-hard cock. The dual sensation—being inside her body while marking her—sends fresh waves of pleasure straight to my groin, and I’m instantly hard again. The bond forms instantly, a steel cable connecting us. I can feel her heartbeat alongside mine, her breath becoming my breath.
My wolf settles for the first time in my life. The restlessness, the constant hunger for something unnamed—gone. Replaced with certainty. This woman. This mate. This moment.
I lick over the wound, my saliva starting the healing process immediately. The mark will remain, a permanent bond between us.
When I pull back, there’s a perfect imprint of my teeth on her skin. The mark is already shifting color—not red or purple like a normal wound, but silver. Bright, luminous silver that catches the dim light. My angel blood, leaving its signature on her flesh. I run my thumb over it, marveling at how right it looks on her.
But Nova isn’t finished. She pushes against my chest until I roll onto my back, straddling me with my dick still in her, in one fluid motion. Her hair falls around us like a curtain as she leans down. I catch a flash of violet in her eyes, her pupils elongating as her wolf rises to the surface.
