It was too late to think. Rationality was gone.
She didn’t care.
He turned, laying her out on the bed, and dropped to his knees. Rough thumbs pressed her thighs apart, and then his shoulders settled in, holding her open. The first lash of his tongue had her crying out. She was wet. Need was too soft of a word for what she was feeling.
She craved him. All of him.
He went at her then, all gentleness gone. She hadn’t realized how much he’d held back before. Not now. Now he took. Anything and everything he wanted, tasting her, tempting her, torturing her. He drove her up fast and she fell over the cliff, crying out as the climax rippled through her.
Then again.
By the third time, she couldn’t see straight. Only after she’d come down, again, whimpering his name, did he relent. He stood and pulled her upright, leaning over to kiss her.
Deep and hard with one hand on her throat.
He paused, leaning back, sparks of silver showing through the blackness of his eyes. “You need to say yes.”
She didn’t ask what about. Fully knew. They should wait. No doubt. This was dangerous. But it was also deeper than the moment, deeper than wolf pack politics, deeper than this life. She knew that, somehow, beyond this world. “Yes.” She had no idea what would come next, but she wanted this bond. Needed it.
His mouth took hers again, the taste full of promise as he scooted her up the bed. Positioning himself at her sex, he slowly moved into her, stretching her, kissing her senseless.
She arched against him, her body awake, the wolf inside her howling. With pleasure. This was really happening.
Finally inside her, he hammered several times, pushing her up again. Then he leaned over her, on both elbows, his chest brushing her mouth.
She didn’t need more. Ancient drums beat in her head, through her body. She levered up, her canines sliding down, and slashed into his pec. Exchanging more than saliva and more than blood. Giving a vow of eternity.
His body stiffened and he cupped the back of her neck, holding her to him. The last of his blood filled her mouth, spicy and dark. It was addicting.
She licked the wound, sealing it.
He released her, grabbed her hips, and pounded inside her again. Deep. All of him.
She rioted around him, clenching, climbing toward another pinnacle. He withdrew and she protested, catching her breath when he flipped her onto her hands and knees. She levered up just in time for him to power inside her again.
The drums got louder.
He grabbed her hips and hammered wildly, filling the room with the sound of flesh on flesh. So much strength. Without warning, he bent over her, and his mouth enclosed her shoulder. Hot and soft, the feeling grounded her. Calmed her. Then he struck. Biting deep, to the bone, he marked her forever.
She jolted and cried out as pain ripped through her entire torso.
Holding on, he increased the force of his thrusts, pounding inside her.
She whimpered and softened, her cheek on the soft comforter, her body not her own. Wires flicked inside her, burning her nerves. She coughed and her eyes widened as she climbed again, this time fighting it. It was too much. Way too much. He pounded so hard her nipples scraped against the comforter, so hard and sensitive it hurt. In a dangerously good way.
She reached the top and fought against falling.
His chuckle was dark, even as her flesh filled his mouth. Somehow, he slapped her ass. Hard.
She shrieked, falling over, diving into an orgasm so strong she stopped breathing for a moment. The waves took her, wrung her out, and spit her out on the other side of reality. She jerked several times and finally mumbled something, not sure what, as she came down, her body going limp.
His teeth sank deeper into her bone, and he shuddered as he came.
Silence surrounded her for the briefest of moments.
Then she came back to the present as he slowly withdrew his teeth and licked her wound clean. Her shoulder was on fucking fire. He kissed the wound and pulled out of her, lifting her with an arm banded around her waist and shoving her beneath the covers, where he joined her.
Spooning her.
