I grabbed her thigh and hitched her leg over my shoulder, changing the angle so I could drive into her cervix. The shift made her eyes roll back and her mouth fall open in a silent scream. I fucked her into the ground, my hips snapping with a ferocity that tore my silver burns open against the dirt, and the copper tang of blood mixed with the scent of sex and pine.
“Just like this?” I groaned, gripping her hip hard enough to bruise. “You want me to fuck you until you can’t walk back tothat compound? Because I will. I’ll ruin you for anyone who isn’t me.”
“You already did that.” Her nails raked down my chest, following the ancient script tattooed across my ribs, the moonlight turning the ink silver. “Now stop talking and prove it.”
I grabbed both her wrists, pinned them above her head with one hand, and drove into her with everything I had. My free hand slid between us, thumb grinding her clit in rough circles while my cock slammed into her at an angle that made her walls clench and flutter with every stroke.
“Come for me,” I commanded, my mouth finding her ear. “Let me feel this pretty pussy shatter around my cock, Mira. Soak me. I want to feel you dripping down my balls.”
“P-percival... I’m...”
“I know you are. I can feel you clenching.” I fucked her faster, harder, the pressure between us building to a peak that was going to break us both. “Come for me, love. Now.”
Her orgasm hit as her walls spasmed wildly around me, clenching in rhythmic waves that milked my cock from base to tip. Mira came with her teeth in my shoulder, biting down to muffle the scream, her juices gushing around my shaft and soaking the shirt beneath us.
The contraction pulled me over the edge after her.
“That’s it, take all of it.” I buried myself to the hilt and came with a groan that carried through the trees, my cock throbbing as I pumped her full, each pulse sending aftershocks through heroversensitive walls that made her whimper and clench tighter. “Every fucking drop, love.”
My knot swelled and locked us together, trapping us chest to chest. She tensed at the stretch, breath catching, but she didn’t fight it. Her forehead dropped against my collarbone and she breathed through it with the practiced focus of a woman who’d learned to absorb what her body couldn’t explain.
I brushed the hair from her face. She let me. Eyes closed, breathing still ragged, tear tracks dried to salt on her cheeks. My silver-burned wrists rested against her bare shoulders, and she didn’t flinch from the ruined skin.
My arms were around her, my cheek on her hair, both of us still breathing in pieces.
“This didn’t happen,” she said.
“Whatever you need it to be.”
She pulled back. Straightened her clothes. Fixed her hair with hands that were still shaking.
“Don’t come back, Percival.”
“Mira...”
“I mean it.” Her voice steadied, and the walls were up again, and the woman standing in front of me was the same one who’d survived a lot of things. “Don’t come back. Don’t camp outside the walls. Don’t try to play the hero. Just go.”
She turned and walked toward the compound without looking back.
I stood in that clearing until I couldn’t see her anymore. Until the bond thinned back to static and the cold settled into the spaces where her warmth had been.
Then I picked a direction that wasn’t the compound and wasn’t the portal and started walking.
A rogue with no title, no pack, no plan, and nowhere in either realm to call home.
Solomon’s bruise was almost gone from my jaw. The locket I’d finally worn found along me when I was a foundling hung beneath my shirt, its engraved words pressing into my sternum.
You are loved. Find your way home.
I kept walking without a destination.
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Mira
The window latch stuck.
