A building pleasure that started in my toes.
Tingling… tingling everywhere…
Then…
Lightning.
STARS!
My muscles seized, unable to fully conduct the exploding suns of pleasure, as every color in the known universe burst inside of me, and my body became an electrified field of pleasure.
“Thank you,” I whispered to the wolf who’d knotted inside of me.
“Ye’re welcome,”he answered. Not out loud. But inside my head.
I gasped, my head woozy with awe.
We were mated. Wild and I.
“We’remated!”I exclaimed to him over our newly formed mental bond, my inner voice filled with awe.“You’re officially inside my head.”
Those were the last thoughts or words I was able to form before darkness sucked me under.
Only to wake up alone on the bed to the strange sensation of my core once again clenching air as the smell of my heat hung thick as a cloud above me.
Someone was growling low in the distance.
No, not someone.Something.
My stomach squeezed, and my wolf whimpered when I raised my head to find a creature straight out of a fantastical myth standing at the far end of the bed.
It had the head of a red wolf but its naked body was human. Tall and thin, yet heavily defined with wiry muscle.
It had one hand braced against the bedpost, and the other hand was running a vicious fist up and down its long and thick human length. A pearl of some kind of viscous liquid had gathered at the tip, but despite the creature’s violent efforts, it wouldn’t drop, causing the beast to let out a high-pitched, keening cry of frustration.
What in the world?
It took me several blinking moments to realize who was underneath the wolf head.
“Sea?”
The creature stopped jerking his hand abruptly.
And started snarling at me.
Sea
I had hopedwhat happened at the cliffside stone circle was a one-off.
Every time before that, my wolf had stayed docile and shy in the presence of our Mairinua — even when Lorcan’s and Ronan’s mate had gone into heat.
But something about seeing Wild with his head between her legs had sent my wolf into a frenzy that morning outside the gods’ stones.
And now, just over a week later, the animal inside of me was rearing again when my human staying in control counted the most.
I’d somehow lost every stitch of clothing, save for my boots, since Wild had laid our queen out on the bed. And as the supposedly Feral King took his time claiming our Mairinua, I was the one pacing back and forth. Trying to calm myself down. Trying to hold back the beast.
“Sea! Sea, please,” our Mairinua called from the bed. “Make him stop torturing me!”
