My thrusts grow even more relentless, every muscle in my body coiling tight as I lose the last threads of myself. I become nothing but sensation, feeling the slick glide of her around my cock, the feverish heat of her skin against mine, the hypnotic bounce of her breasts with each brutal snap of my hips, the way her thighs lock tighter, heels digging into my ass to pull me impossibly deeper.
“Kain…I’m gonna—”
She doesn’t finish the sentence. Her body convulses beneath me, inner walls clamping down in rhythmic spasms as her climax rips through her. Her hand flies to my neck, fingers squeezing with desperate strength as though I’m the only anchor keeping her from flying away. That possessive grip, that raw claim, lights the final fuse inside me.
My drive turns savage, my control completely obliterated. I slam into her again and again, cock throbbing, balls drawing tight as pleasure coils unbearably low in my gut. My knees tremble. Heat races up my spine.
“Oh—Anne!”
The orgasm tears through me like wildfire, my release jetting hot and thick, flooding deep inside her—inside my mate. Pulse after pulse, I empty everything I have. My wolf howls in victorious ecstasy, the sound so powerful, it feels like my chest might crack open from the force of it.
Her body continues to tremble beneath mine, aftershocks rippling through her as I finally collapse to one side, rolling us so we lie tangled together. Our chests rise and fall in ragged unison.For I don’t know how long, we simply exist here, sprawled across her bed in a mess of sweat-slicked limbs and racing heartbeats.
I waketo early morning light filtering through unfamiliar curtains and the warm weight of Anne beside me.
For a moment, I just lie here, trying to process what happened. The taste of her is still on my tongue, the scent of us together filling the air. My back stings where her nails left marks, and I can see the beginnings of bruises on her hips where I gripped her too hard.
I should feel guilty. Should be panicking about what this means for the mission, for my carefully constructed lies.
Instead, I feel more at peace than I have in ten years.
Anne stirs beside me, and I watch as consciousness slowly returns to her. She stretches slightly, then freezes as her memory catches up with her. Her eyes fly open, landing on me, and I can tell the instant she remembers everything.
“Morning,” I say softly.
She sits up abruptly, pulling the sheet with her to cover herself. Her hair is a wild mess, her lips still swollen from my kisses. She has never looked more beautiful.
“Get out,” she tells me.
My thoughts screech to a halt, and my brain scrambles to understand. “What? Anne, we—”
“This meant nothing.” The words come out flat, defensive. “Last night was just…stress relief. A physical release. It didn’t mean anything.”
The statement hits me like a slap in the face. “Anne—”
“I think you should leave.” She won’t look at me, her gaze fixed on the far wall. “This was a mistake. We both know it was a mistake.”
Deep down, I agree. She’s right; I should leave. Take this out she’s offering and walk away before I make everything worse.
Instead, I reach for her, cupping her face and turning it toward me. “Look at me.”
“Kain, don’t—”
My kiss is gentle this time, soft in a way last night wasn’t. I’m pouring everything I can’t say into the contact, trying to show her without words that it meant something to me. That she means everything to me.
When I pull back, her eyes are bright with unshed tears.
“What are you doing?” she whispers. “Why are you making me go through this?”
“I can’t leave.” The admission costs me, but it’s the truth. “I can’t walk away from you, Anne.”
“You don’t even remember me.”
I remember everything. The words sit on my tongue, desperate to be spoken. But I can’t say them. Not yet. Not when revealing the truth means revealing the mission, means putting her in danger.
“Maybe I don’t,” I say carefully, hating every word of the lie, “but that doesn’t change what I feel when I’m near you. Doesn’t change that I can’t stop thinking about you—”
“Stop it.” She pulls away from me, yanking the sheet around herself. “Just stop.”
