Before I can second-guess myself, my mouth crashes into hers.
The kiss isn’t gentle or careful.
It’s desperate and raw and everything I’ve been holding back since the moment I came back from the Void.
She gasps against my lips, her hands sliding up my bare chest, pulling me closer. I roll us, caging her beneath me, one hand braced beside her head while the other slides into her hair.
“Gray—”
I kiss her again, swallowing whatever she was going to say. My body presses into hers, and the wolf inside me—the one that’s been restless and unmoored for days—finally stops clawing at my ribs.
This.
This is what I needed.
Not control. Not distance.
Her.
She arches into me, her thigh sliding between mine, and I shift closer, pressing against the smooth inside of her thigh. I groan into her mouth—low and primal. My hand fists in her hair, not rough but possessive, angling her head so I can claim her mouth. My tongue slides against hers, tasting her.
“I need you,” I growl against her lips, my voice thick with need. “Bree, I—”
“Then take me.” Her words are breathless, shaky, but her green eyes are blazing up at me. “I’m here. I’m yours.”
Something snaps inside me.
I kiss her again, harder this time, my hand sliding down her side to grip her hip. She’s soft and warm beneath me. I can feel the wolf rising, demanding I claim her, mark her, make her mine. Her hands slide down my bare chest, tracing every slope of muscle like she’s memorizing me. Her touch lights me up, and I shudder, my cock throbbing against her thigh.
“Your turn,” I murmur, my fingers finding the hem of her leather top. She lifts her arms, letting me remove it, and when I see her—her skin pale and perfect, her chest rising and falling with every breath, her scars telling stories I know by heart—I have to close my eyes for a second.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I breathe, my voice raw.
Her laugh is soft, disbelieving. “Gray—”
“You are.” I don’t give her a chance to argue. I lean down, my lips brushing her collarbone before lowering to her breast. My mouth closes over her, and she arches into me. I groan at the taste of her.
I take my time, licking and teasing until she’s writhing beneath me, her fingers tangled in my hair, tugging like she’s desperate for more.
“Gray, please—”
“I know,” I growl, kissing my way down her stomach, my hands sliding to her leather pants. “Let me taste you first.”
Her breath catches. “You don’t have to—”
“I want to.” I look up at her, holding her gaze as my fingers hook under the fabric. “I need to. Please.”
She nods, lifting her hips, and I strip her bare in one careful motion, tossing her clothes aside. And then she’s there—bare and open and perfect, glistening for me.
I settle between her thighs, my hands gripping her hips as I lean in. The first taste of her makes me groan—she’s sweet and I can’t get enough.
My tongue slides through her folds, slow and deliberate, circling her clit before dipping lower. Her breath stutters, a broken sound that shoots straight through me, and her thighs tremble on either side of my head.
“Gray—oh god—”
I do it again, slower, savoring every sound she makes. When I close my lips around her clit and suck, her hips buck off the bed.
“Fuck,” she gasps, her hands fisting in my hair. “Don’t stop—please don’t stop—”
