I nod frantically and his teeth sink into the curve of my right shoulder.
Pain explodes white-hot through my body at the exact moment the bond snaps into place. Gold and silver flood my veins, burning brighter than anything I've ever felt. I can feelHIM, his pleasure mixing with mine, his possessiveness, his absolute certainty that I belong to him.
The bond triggers my orgasm and I come harder than I ever have. My entire body convulses, back arching off the bed as my pussy clenches around him in rhythmic pulses that seem to go on forever. I can't breathe, can't think, can only feel the waves of pleasure crashing through me. My vision whites out. I'm dimly aware that I'm crying out and that my nails are digging into his back hard enough to draw blood.
He roars as his own orgasm hits, the sound raw and primal. His entire body goes rigid above me and his cock jerks inside me, pulsing as he comes. I feel the hot spurts filling me, each pulse of his release making me clench around him again. The sensation goes on and on, wave after wave crashing through both of us. Through the bond I feel his pleasure echo back to me, amplifying everything until I can't tell where I end and he begins.
We collapse together, both shaking. He's crushing me into the mattress with his full weight and I wrap my arms around him, holding on while aftershocks roll through us. The bite mark on my shoulder throbs in time with my heartbeat.
"Fuck," he breathes against my skin. "The bond... I can feel everything."
"I know." Because I can feel him too. His satisfaction. His possessiveness. His wolf content that its mate is finally marked and claimed.
We lie there pressed together, both catching our breath. His hand comes up to trace the bite mark and I wince at the tenderness.
"Everyone's going to see this tomorrow," he says with satisfaction in his voice. "Going to know you're claimed."
After a while, he pulls out carefully and collapses beside me for a moment before his eyes darken with renewed hunger.
He's true to his word about all night. Over the next hours he takes me in every position I can think of and some I can't. Against the wall with my legs wrapped around his waist while he pounds up into me, my back scraping against the surface with each brutal thrust. On my hands and knees with his hand between my shoulder blades pressing me down, the angle letting him go impossibly deep. Riding him while he watches with hungry eyes, hands on my hips controlling the pace and forcing me to work for it. On my side with one leg hooked over his shoulder. Bent over the edge of the bed with my toes barely touching the floor.
Each time he comes, he marks me somewhere new. Bites on my inner thighs that make me yelp, the sharp sting followed by the soothing warmth of his tongue. Bruises on my hips shaped like his fingers from how hard he grips me. Scratches on my back from his nails when he pins me down. A bite mark on the curve of my breast. Fingerprints purpling on my wrists from when he pinned them above my head.
By the time the sun starts to rise, I'm wrecked and can barely move. My voice is hoarse from screaming. Every muscle aches and I'm covered in marks: bites, bruises, dried blood and come.
But I've never felt more satisfied.
The bond is blazing bright between us, permanent and unbreakable. I can feel Caspian even when he's not touching me, his contentment, his possessiveness, his wolf finally at peace now that its mate is properly claimed.
He's lying on his side watching me, one hand tracing idle patterns on my hip. "How do you feel?"
"Like I got hit by a truck." My voice comes out raspy. "An enthusiastic truck."
He grins. "No regrets?"
I look at the bite mark on my shoulder, the bruises blooming across my skin, feel the pleasant ache between my legs. "None."
"Good," he says and pulls me against him, making me wince as every sore muscle protests. "Because you're mine now, completely, and I'm never letting you go."
I'm Caspian's mate. Marked, claimed, bonded.
And everyone is going to know it.
Chapter Thirty-One
Sunlight streams through the windows and I wake slowly, every muscle in my body aching. The good ache, thoroughly used that reminds me exactly what we did last night.
Caspian's arm is heavy across my waist, his chest pressed against my back. His breathing is steady and even, still asleep. I can feel the bond between us, blazing bright and gold in my chest. Different from Julian's silver thread. This one is stronger, more dominant, impossible to ignore.
My hand moves to my shoulder where his teeth broke skin. The bite mark throbs with a dull ache and when my fingers brush over it I can feel the raised edges, still tender and swollen. My accelerated healing will fade the physical wound in a few days, maybe a week, but the scar itself is permanent. Everyone is going to see this. There's no hiding a claiming bite.
The reality of what we did settles over me. I'm bonded to two of my fated mates now. Julian in secret, Caspian publicly. Two completely different bonds, two completely different males, and I'm tied to both of them permanently.
"You're thinking too loud," Caspian says against my hair, voice rough with sleep.
"How can you tell?"
"I can feel you through the bond." His arm tightens around me and pulls me closer against him. "Tension. Worry. Regret?"
