Sorry, brain; body wins.
I should find it disgusting. I should stop.
But there’s something so filthy, so perfectly animal about licking blood off his skin.
I’ll deal with what that says about me later.
Right now, all I want—all I see—is him.
Ezra carries me to his bed, lays me down, then leans over me, my legs still tightly wrapped around his waist.
“Fuck, yes. Mark me, my brutal little lupine, so everyone knows I’m yours.”
His shadows shudder, coiling up the headboard, inky flames licking at the dark wood.
Watching … waiting.
And then … they reach for me.
A tendril curls up my wrist, slipping between my fingers, begging to be held. Others slither up my stomach, wrapping around my waist in a desperate embrace. They want me too.
Ezra hums, a quiet sound of contentment that reverberates through him.
“Ah,” he purrs, watching the way his shadows cling to me. “So, you’ve finally decided to worship her properly.”
I suck hard on his neck, the taste of salt and clover flooding my tongue.
Ezra was right. I want him to fuck me while he’s still covered in blood and sweat. I want to be the reason he forgets to be gentle.
I rock my hips against him, greedy for friction, foranything, but he grips my waist and holds me still.
“Christ, Aurora. I want to feel you wrapped around my cock. I need you. But you have to say it.Please. I need to hear it,” he growls, moving one hand back to fist my hair.
When he pulls me away from his neck, I pout.
“I know, sweet girl, you’re so hungry. Next time, join me when I hunt. Show them your fury. Make them suffer like they’ve made others suffer. Then I’ll bathe in their blood. Smear it across my throat. My chest. My cock. Fucking cover myself, little goddess, if it means you’ll lick me clean.”
He pulls my hair roughly, making my back arch and my pussy throb.
“Say the words, Aurora. Make me yours,” Ezra growls.
I meet his heated gaze and lick my lips, tasting the last of the salt and clover.
“I need you, Ezra. So fucking bad. Fuck me. Please. I’m yours.”
Ezra
I don’t deserve her. That’s the truth. The end of it.
She is the culmination of billions of years of yearning. My flawless, wild little lupine, made entirely of contradiction. A goddess no one could ever hope to understand, let alone hold. She’s the piece of my soul I didn’t know was missing until I found her.
My shadows know it too. They stir beneath my skin, hungry and restless creatures born of the void. And now, with her beneath me, they reach for her. She is gravity, a violent black hole pulling us toward the event horizon. We would gladly let her swallow us whole, drag us past the point of no return, if it meant we could keep her.
A dull ache pulses in my ribs, a sharp reminder that I nearly didn’t make it back. The mediation with my sister didn’t go as planned. She didn’t hold back. If I hadn’t stumbled across thatmirebound human in the woods—already drowning in his own filth, already too far gone—I’d still be out there.
Broken. Bleeding. Too weak to find my way back.
But I’m home.
