Page 65 of A Castle of Broken Memories

Her eyes flared wide. “All of it?”

“No.” I wrapped the red cloak around my left hand and gently tugged so that her chest strained forward. “Just this.” My right slowly undid the buckles along the front of her corset, one after another until it slipped onto the floor and allowed her tunic to hang loose. I tugged the sleeve down, baring one of her shoulders.

“These freckles,” I groaned, lips grazing the spotted flesh. “I dreamed about these freckles.”

Her hands snaked around to my back, nails digging into my skin, and I pulled the tunic farther down until the entire piece pooled around her waist, my cock aching at the sight of her. “Fucking perfect.”

I splayed my hand against her ribs, fingers slipping between her breasts, and pressed her back against the bed. Her mouth opened on an inhale, and I dropped a kiss on her soft, red lips, growling, “Stay.” Before she could protest, I moved down to her waist, leaving a trail of kisses in my wake. Lifting her hips, I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her pants, dragging them along with the displaced tunic down her thick, toned thighs. They joined the rest of her clothes on the floor, and I took a moment to drink in the sight of her, all freckles and full, cinnamon curves on a backdrop of blood red.

She smirked down at me, legs falling open to reveal a glistening center that practically screamed eat me, and she arched a brow in silent challenge.

I dropped to my knees in eager acceptance, hitching a silky leg over my shoulder while I gave myself over to the feast. Husky moans filled the air while I greedily lapped at her sweetness, sucking her swollen clit between my lips and sliding a thumb between her folds while the tip of my middle finger pressed against the tight, pink hole below.

Fuck, she felt good in my hands.

My perfect fit.

“Jack.”

She sang my name, and I doubled down like the starving beast that I was, but then her leg shifted and her heel braced against my shoulder as she slammed me ruthlessly onto the floor. Pouncing on top of me, the wolf flashed within her bright eyes as she wrestled my pants down and climbed onto my lap. She wrapped her hand around the base of my rigid member and squeezed. “This was always meant to be mine.” Her voice vibrated with a deep-seated growl, and she leaned forward, palm braced against my taut abs as her hips lifted into position, the silky-slick lips of her cunt grazing the head of my cock.

“I’m taking it.”

The heavens split open with a crash, thunder pounding through my veins while she lowered herself down, sheathing as much of me as she could take. And when she was stuffed full, she shifted, and worked herself farther still. Up and down, she rode me like a fucking alpha. Fierce and majestic, tits bouncing with abandon. I caught them in my palms and drew them to my lips, worshiping them with dutiful attention. And when I felt her tense, walls clenching around me, I sank my fangs into her soft, sweet flesh, drinking her in—tasting the height of her climax in her silky blood. And letting it all go.

The anger.

The betrayal.

The desperate, aching loneliness of the past ten years.

I purged it from my gut in one blissful thrust, retracting my canines and wrapping my arms around my mate’s shuddering form while she lay, limp and sated, atop my chest. Knowing deep in my heart that what I’d clung to all these years with such tenuous hope was finally coming true:

We would get our happily ever after yet.

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Ididn’t even try to hide my grin when we returned to the well. Calum shook his head but held back from openly teasing me in front of Danny. Thank the goddess Tenebris wasn’t back yet, since I doubted he’d have the same compunctions. Especially given the matching look of starry-eyed bliss painted across Jack’s face.

I bumped my hip against his, and he wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me into his side with a satisfied growl.

“Well, well, well. You two certainly look cozy.” Tenebris’s voice sounded from behind us. “Don’t tell me I missed all the fun.”

I twisted around in Jack’s arms, a snappy response at the ready, but swallowed it at the sight of Tenebris’s haggard expression. Dark smudges stained the skin below his eyes, and a glossy sheen of sweat covered every inch of exposed skin when he bent forward, bracing his hands on his thighs as if the weight of the world were pressing against his back.

“Fuck, Ten-Ten,” I breathed, lurching forward to steady him as he listed to the side. “What happened to you?”

“As it turns out upon further use,” he wheezed, “my powers are definitely not as fully back as I’d hoped. Gotta a bit of… burn out.”

I hissed a curse when he slumped into my arms, eyes struggling to stay open. “Please tell me you at least found my bag?” I bit my tongue to keep from mentioning Harp. How we were going to get her over here without Tenebris’s teleportation was beyond me, but Danny already looked worried enough as it was.

“Good news? I totally know where it is, and your stringed friend is in the same room,” Tenebris rasped.

I lowered him onto the grass, keeping an arm around his shoulders while Jack held a fresh bucket of well water to his lips. “And the bad news?”

He gave the cool liquid a tentative sip before grabbing the bucket in both hands and tipping it up in a chug. When he finished, he wiped his mouth with a refreshed grunt. “They should bottle that shit. It’d make a killing in the outside world.”

I poked his side. “Ten-Ten, tell me the bad news.”