“Your brother seemed to think that it wouldn’t be a problem.” He looks at me, his mouth twitching. “I think maybe you don’t know how persuasive Liam can be.”
“Maybe I don’t want to,” I retort, and it takes an effort not to look around and find Liam—and Kendra, most likely—out there in the crowd.
The hour gets later. Slowly, the families trickle away, packing up their things and retreating to dens below or their campsites on distant hills. As they do, inevitably, the wildness begins to creep back in.
Thebittengirls dance. The males’ laughter gets lower, rougher. The central fire is high—just high enough that it’s easy to make out writhingbodies, wolf and human forms in various combinations of spectacular positions.
Sex is thick in the air, and finally—finally—this long solstice night feels like a celebration.
Up on the rock, Ty pulls me over his lap. I can feel him, hot and hard, that enormous cock already huge between us.
“I don’t believe I’ve sworn my fealty to you yet, my liege,” I whisper, looping my arms around his neck.
“You know you haven’t,” Ty says, in that low rumble that I can feel everywhere. “And until you properly swear yourself to me as all my subjects must do this night? I’m not going to let you come.”
I laugh at that. At him. At us, maybe. I tilt my head back, and he sinks a hand into my hair and wraps the wavy mess of it around his fist so he can keep my throat bared to him.
Then his mouth is there, that terrible heat, a magic fire that rages in all directions.
He moves so he can reach between us, unzipping my jeans and pushing them off my hips. He palms my ass for a moment, then grunts and lifts me off him so he can tear them farther down my legs, cursing a little when they get caught on my boots.
But he’s not particularly fussy. He leaves my twisted jeans like manacles and pulls me back over him, tearing my panties off with a careless tug.
It makes everything in melight uplike the stars high above us.
He releases himself from his own jeans and shifts me up and over him. I kneel up and let him guide me as I settle back into that straddle so we can both watch me as I take all of him. That slow, thick slide down the length of him.
Always too big. Always just right. Always a moment oftoo muchthat quickly turns itself over into all of that glorious heat.
I love every single part of it.
“I’ll need that pledge now,” he tells me when he’s seated almost all the way inside me, impaling me, his mouth on my neck. “I need to be entirely certain of you, baby. After all, only a fool trusts faith.”
But he’s laughing while he says this.
“Trust, but verify,” I manage to get out as I finally take that last, impossible inch. My head droops forward with the effort but he pulls it back again, that hand in my hair its own directive.
“You get me.” His voice is a velvet order. His cock is like steel. His free hand is on my hip and he grips me, harder. “I need you moving. I want to see you work. And I need the words.”
I don’t dare disobey him, and anyway, there’s not one part of me that wants to.
“Yes, my liege,” I murmur. “My king.”
It takes a wild effort to open my eyes and look at him. To hold that intense, dark gaze of his.
It takes more effort still to shift my hips and then start rocking myself against him. Creating that friction. Lifting myself up and then sliding back down. Feeling that stretch, that mad fire, that connection that pours into every part of me. My nipples ache. My ears feel flushed. I can feel that cock of his in my toes.
I do this over and over and over.
“I pledge myself to you, Ty Ceridwen,” I tell him. I punctuate these words by lifting myself up and then letting myself fall again. “OnceRixof the Western Wolves, now Ty of North America, high king of the werewolf packs. I’m yours.”
I prove it by creating the push and the pull, and he’s letting me. Insisting upon it, even.
I brace one of my hands against his chest, all that ridged, hot glory in a black T-shirt. This helps. It helps me rise higher and slam myself down harder.
“I swear to you my loyalty,” I pant at him as I move. “King of all kings, king of my heart, king of the wolves, and king of me, I give to you everything I am and anything you desire.”
“So prettily said,” he says against my mouth, nipping me. “I wouldn’t have thought that vows could come so easily to a woman who’s avoided them for most of her life.”
