Sienna huffs, scowling like she’s eaten something disgusting. “Don’t talk to me.” She watches closely, her eyes flicking from one body part to the next. Being naked is a distraction, especially with her heightened senses, and I intend to use it to my full advantage.
I flex my thighs and her eyes dip, sliding across my skin until her gaze catches on my cock. She swallows, the curve of her neck turning rosy, and I preen like a goddamn cat, flexing my lower abdominal muscles to make my dick jump. Her nostrils flare and her gaze snaps up to mine, the fire burning within making me hot all over. I don’t even try to hide the way my body reacts as my pulse jumps and my temperature spikes, blood flowing between my thighs as my dick swells to an evenbiggersize.
Fuck, she’s going to kill me with those eyes alone.
“Revyn,” she snaps, baring her teeth. “You fucking dick!” Then she charges, slamming into me with enough force to topple lesser shifters—but not me. I let myself fall and greedily takeher with me, wrapping my arms around her waist and hauling her against my chest. The scent of her skin, her hair, the—whatisthat putrid stench? My nose crinkles as I fight to keep from gagging.
She takes advantage and rakes her claws down my sides, drawing the barest bit of blood. “If I kill you,” she huffs, “they’ll let me in.” The tips bite into my flesh. A threat. A warning.
Indecision.
“You won’t kill me.”
She avoids my gaze.
I drag the back of my knuckles up her spine, annoyed at the clothing between us. Using the tip of my claws, I slice through the fabric and greedily palm each vertebra on my way up to her shoulders. “Sienna?—”
“Shut up!” Her claws sink deeper, the flare of pain as hot as my blood. Neither of us moves, but I can feel the tick of her heartbeat against my chest, its rhythm erratic. She doesn’t want to kill me, but she might. The temptation is there, urging her to consider it as a viable option.
I hardly think a few little—medium-sized—lies between us is enough to warrant death. The longer we lie on the ground, the deeper I sink into the mud. The stench of it wafts around us, and if it weren’t for the hint of Sienna’s scent mixing in the air, I’d hold my breath. But scenting her sparks more than arousal in my heart—and I won’t be denied what’s mine.
Taking her hand, I pluck her claws from my side and reposition her entry point. She knows how to pierce my heart, and yet she doesn’t aim for it. While she contemplates her desire, I grab her hips and reposition her weight, causing her knees to sink around my waist and pinning my cock between her perfect thighs. I roll my hips and ignore the tidal wave of need burning through my veins so that I can taste hers.
Eyes flared, lips parted, shivers coursing down her spine?—
I lick my lips and scent her arousal through her clothes. Fucking delicious.
The tips of her claws burrow into my skin, setting my body alight with a heady mix of pain and pleasure. I could die like this and happily wait for her in the afterlife...except for one very important detail. Leaving her now means that she’ll continue to be hunted—and I won’t let those bastards touch what’s mine.
Rolling our bodies, I flip our position until I have her pinned in the mud. Ebony strands whip across her face as mud clings to her skin, sticky wet globs of it rolling off my back and sliding down my thighs. Her chest heaves with every breath she takes, the torn blouse across her shoulders slipping to expose the dip of her collarbone. Skin-tight leather hugs her thighs, slotting around mine from muscle-memory or want or—fuck, I don’t care so long as she doesn’t stop.
Longing stirs inside my chest. I’ve missed more than her body. I’ve missedher.
She snarls at me as I pin her wrists over her head. I drop my chest onto hers and breathe into the delicate curve of her neck, forcing her head aside when she tries to deny me access. Tasting her pulse point, I groan as it jumps beneath my tongue. The scrape of my teeth is anything but delicate, and the iron of her blood is nearly as intoxicating as the honey of her cunt.
I’ve imagined sinking my teeth into this very spot a thousand times. After years of restraint, of making love to this woman over and over again, of giving her every single beat of my heart, finally sinking my teeth into her flesh was the most intoxicating rush.
Mine.
She was mine and everything was right in the world—until it all collapsed in a pool of blood and petrifying disappointment. I drag in a breath and cup her jaw, carefully avoiding nicking her with my claws. Her name is a scratch in my throat, rumbling through my chest and wrapping around my heart.
Sienna.
How much I’ve fucking needed you in my life.
I haven’t even begun touching her in all the ways I’ve dreamed since we’ve been apart, and precum seeps from my cock, dirtying her thigh as I grind into the warmth of her flesh. A huff of air passes my lips as she trembles, sinking those claws deeper and knocking them against my ribs. I clench my jaw against the throbbing pain, but adrenaline is one hell of a drug, because that doesn’t matter nearly as much as having Sienna beneath me. I drag my lips down the column of her throat and groan. I’d rut her into the fucking dirt if she wouldn’t hate me for it. Make her come all over my cock as I burst inside of her tight hole, proving just how much she craves me—the same way I crave her.
Two twisted souls fighting for every breath in our lungs, every ounce of life we squeeze from the other. Wolves are stronger together, and I won’t survive without her. Not anymore. Not since I’ve tasted her sweet nectar—the only thing in the wilds worth devouring whole.
Our eyes meet, and I see the shadows within hers. Feel the scratch of her claws over my bones. Taste the conflict on her breath.
“You don’t need a pack,” I remind her, using the same logic I always have. The other half remains unspoken, but we both know how it goes. I’ve said it often enough that she’s perfected my intonation, too, when she opens her pretty mouth to mock me.
She doesn’t need a pack . . . because she has me.
The only other packless wolf she’s ever known, and if I have my way, theonly oneshe will ever meet.
A growl rumbles in the distance, and I sigh into Sienna’s neck. The hair on the back of my neck rises, and I feel the threat before I see it. Not the vampire—although I’m pretty sure he’slingering in the shadows nearby—but another wolf. An alpha, or alpha-to-be if the power surging off him is anything to go by. His gaze prickles like needles, and I angle my body so that he can’t see Sienna the way I can.
