She cried my name, the sound broken and flawless, and it shattered whatever scrap of sanity I still clung to.
I wanted to destroy her, to make her forget her own name. To forget everything but me and what I could do to her body. Just asmuch, I wanted her to feel how desperately, how irrevocably she was loved.
With a slow, brutal roll of my hips, I drove inside her, sinking deeper and deeper until we were joined in a way that left no air, no distance, no space for anything else. She moaned, and I released her flesh, taking so much joy in the red mark I left behind, the hint of blood I’d drawn from deep inside her.
The world around us disappeared. There was nothing but the molten heat of her passage clenching around me, pulling me in, binding us tighter.
Moving faster, I whispered her name, a prayer, a vow, a confession, and she answered with every push back of her hips, every broken cry, every beat of her wild, untamed heart.
With a growl, she rolled underneath me, pulling my cock from her sweet heat with a flash of teeth and feral eyes. With a sly grin, she shoved my chest as her legs twisted around mine, sending me sideways, sprawling me onto my back. The mossy earth bit into my ass, but I barely felt it. I was too stunned, too fucking turned on by the fierce gleam in her eyes.
She’d survived everything, and here she was, wild and victorious and choosing me again. Not because she had to, but because she wanted to.
She straddled me fast, her thighs clamping around my hips, with a tight grip on my shoulders and her slick heat sliding along the length of my cock.
My wildfire, in all her savage glory, had turned this around and was claiming me right back.
“Mine,” she growled, her voice rough, her nails raking down my chest to my abs in a stinging, glorious path. I bared my throat, offering it to her the way instinct demanded, the way destiny insisted.
Her hips rolled over me, teasing, tormenting, coating my length with her wetness but not yet taking me inside. She grinned, wicked and rebellious. I fisted my hands in the moss to keep from flipping her over and pounding into her like the savage beast she’d turned me into.
“You want inside my pussy, Lore?” she purred, her voice a sinful promise. “Beg.”
A rough, broken sound tore out of me.
“Wildfire,” I rasped, my body trembling, straining up toward her. “Take me. Mark me as yours.”
She rewarded me with a thrust of her hips, spearing herself down onto my cock in one stroke. We both cried out, raw, jagged sounds ripping from our throats. I grabbed her hips, urging her on as she began to ride me.
Every slam of her hips against mine was frantic and made of teeth and claws and soul-deep need. She threw her head back, her hair whipping around her shoulders, her breasts bouncing with every furious movement. I couldn’t look away. I couldn’t fucking breathe. She was everything. My queen. My mate. My world.
When she leaned forward, bracing her hands on my chest, I knew what was coming. I felt the shift in her energy, the sharpening of her focus.
I tipped my head back, offering myself again, a low rumble vibrating up from my chest.
Her eyes locked with mine, a searing, molten connection, and then she struck, her teeth sinking into the curve of my neck, right over my pounding pulse.
I roared, the world fracturing around me. Pain lanced through me, sharp and absolute, but it was swallowed by an overwhelming rush of heat, of belonging, of power snapping into place like a final, fated lock sliding home.
Our bond didn't just ignite, it erupted. Longing and salvation crashed through me, light breaking through centuries of darkness.Every wall I'd built, every scar I'd carried, dissolved in the face of this consuming connection.
It hadalwaysbeen her.The reason I’d lived. The reason I’d burn.
Our souls collided, fused, slammed together in a storm of sensation so pure it stripped me bare. I felt her everywhere. In my blood, in my bones, in the aching, frantic beat of my heart.
And through it all, she kept riding me, her body claiming mine as surely as her teeth had, her sweet, hot sheath clenching around me like a fist.
I thrust up into her, matching her rhythm, desperate to drive us both over the edge. I needed to come inside her, needed to fill her, to seal the bond with every part of me.
“Wildfire,” I choked out, rolling her nipple. Stroking her clit. “You’re going to come with me. Now.”
Her mouth left my throat, and she threw her head back with a hoarse cry, her body clenching and trembling above mine. The sight of her coming and the feel of it snapped the last of my control.
With a roar that must’ve shook the trees, I exploded inside her, pumping my release into her greedy, amazing body, binding us in every way a male could fuse with his mate.
She shattered me. I didn’t care if she ever put me back together again.
She collapsed on top of me, panting, shaking, her heartbeat pounding against mine.
