“Harris,” he gasped, his voice breaking on the sound of my name.
I worked him slowly, thoroughly, using my tongue and my lips until he was writhing beneath me, his hands tangled in my hair.
When I finally pulled off, his cock was flushed and leaking, and his eyes had gone gold.
I grabbed the lube from the nightstand and smeared it on my fingers.
“Ready?” I asked.
“Yes,” Reed breathed. “God, yes.”
I pressed one finger inside him, slow and careful not to hurt him, and watched his face as he adjusted. His eyes fluttered shut, his lips parting on a soft moan.
I added a second finger, then a third, working him open until he was rocking back against my hand, his breath coming in short gasps.
“Please,” he said, the note of desperation in his voice sending heat racing down my spine. “Harris, please, I need—”
“I know,” I said roughly. “I’ve got you.”
I pulled my fingers free, slicked myself, and positioned myself at his entrance. Our eyes met and I felt his trust. It was mingled with his need and his love.
I pushed inside him.
Reed’s back arched off the bed, a low groan tearing from his throat. The heat of him, the way his body yielded to let me in, was almost enough to make me lose all control.
And something shifted inside me, awakening fully for the first time.
My wolf.
I’d been distantly aware of it before—a presence at the back of my mind, curled up and waiting, asleep. But now it was wide awake, desperate and possessive.
Mine, it snarled.Mate. Ours.
My vision sharpened, colors bleeding into shades of gray and blue, the same way they had during the fight with the Algea. My fingertips sharpened into claws.
Reed’s eyes were gold now, and when I looked down, I saw his hands had shifted as well, claws digging into the sheets.
This wasn’t only me and Reed anymore. It was our wolves, claiming each other for the first time.
I started to move—slow at first, then harder as Reed urged me on with broken pleas and the light rake of his claws down my back.
“Yes,” he gasped. “God, yes, just like that—”
I was stronger now than I’d ever been before. Strong enough to hold him exactly where I wanted him, to drive into him with a force that would have hurt my human body.
But Reed took it, his wolf rising to meet mine, his eyes pure gold. We moved, rolling over so he was on top of me, riding me as I drove up into him, his hips rocking to match me thrust for thrust.
The bond flared between us, hot and bright, and I felt his pleasure as clearly as my own. I felt the way I was filling him, the way his body was seized with a primal need to have me deep inside him.
“Harris,” he choked out. “I’m close, I’m—”
“Come for me,” my wolf growled, speaking through me, making my voice deep and inhuman.
Reed shattered.
His body clenched tight around me, his back arching, and I felt his orgasm tear through him. Through the bond, I felt it echo back to me, doubling the sensation until I couldn’t tell where he ended and I began.
I followed him over, burying myself deep and coming inside him with a sound more animal than human.
