Page 143 of Chaos At Second Sight

“Is this okay, Bunny Doc?”

“It feels like I’m being magnificently split in half.”

He breathed out a laugh. “As long as I’m doing it magnificently.”

Outside, the wind started to pick up. It howled at the forest and our little home, announcing a storm.

We didn’t care.

The real storm raged right here, between us, as our mating reached its final bond, as two lives became one the way fate had always intended.

My inarticulate cry was muffled by his lips as he plunged his silky tongue into my mouth in time with his thrusts.

A bolt of lightning sizzled beyond the skylights, brightening the room for a heartbeat. Its light reflected in my mate’s silver eyes.

Moon Goddess, he’s gorgeous.

“Logan…”

My eyes brimmed with tears.

Maybe because he filled every empty corner of me.

Maybe because of the way he looked at me.

Maybe because I could no longer tell where I ended and he began.

Probably all of it.

Wave after wave of pleasure pumped through me until my body trembled against his. My fingers clutched the blankets and pillows as my fifth—or was it sixth?—orgasm stole every rational thought.

Logan didn’t slow down. Didn’t seem to ever want to stop. The storm outside only grew louder as he took me, over and over.

Claws gouged into the floorboards when he drew his hand back and slammed it down. “Mine,” his most primal side snarled. “All. Fucking. Mine.”

Something inside me shifted, shattered, broke wide open all at once. A low, breathless mewl slipped from me as a crack of heat ripped through my entire body, reaching out to him, tying everything that I was to Logan. Everything that he was to me.

It was deeper than physical—like our mating had set off some tectonic disturbance, another Big Bang that rearranged all the parts of myself and himself. My whole world had shifted, and it didn’t just settle back into place. It readjusted within him.

I wasn’t just me anymore.

We were one.

Logan felt it too. His head dropped into the curve of my neck as a broken, reverent whisper escaped his lips.

“Mate.”

Then he surrendered, allowing himself a well-deserved release.

And it was…a sight that left me shocked.

Cursing under his breath, his eyes squeezed shut, head tipping back.

“Yvaine, I…ah!” He moaned, his thrusts sloppy and unmatched.

I felt him spasm as he came a second time, pumping into me. I held him as he shuddered. His orgasm had no end; it simply kept coming.

I was amazed. I had never seen anything like it. Never read about it either.