Page 23 of Dark Dragon’s Wolf

His love and his rage, his desire and his need.

He needed all of her at once. His mouth moved down her neck and her spiked collar magically disappeared. He kissed and nipped, sucking on her skin, sweeping her hair back to kiss her shoulder.

The taste of her drove him insane. He wanted to touch her everywhere—the curve of her hip, the heavy round of her breast. She made her top disappear too, and he closed his teeth around her hardening nipple, teasing it with his tongue.

She moaned.

Her hands seemed to be everywhere, sliding down his back and over his ass, stroking his pecs, cupping his balls, closing around his shaft.

Electricity shot up his spine and exploded in his chest. He tipped his head back in pleasure as she stroked him, her touch so intimate it felt like she touched his soul.

He put his hands around her face, as he’d done when he went into her mind. He wanted to say something, anything, to let her know what she meant to him.

All the things she’d said. The love and respect she’d shown him. The way she’d been willing to bleed for him.

But his throat was choked with emotion, and all he could to was tilt her head until their foreheads touched. I love you, he said silently.

She smiled, tears trembling at the corners of her eyes. Her words dropped into his mind like cool soothing rain. I love you too.

They were connected.

He closed his eyes. I want to let you in, but I don’t know how.

She answered, Kiss me.

He pulled her down to the ground, wrapped in his arms. The rest of her clothes had dissolved at some point, he didn’t even know when because all he could feel was her skin; all he could scent was her.

He covered her in kisses—lips, throat, breasts, belly. Licking, biting, devouring every inch of her skin the way his wolf wanted.

The way he wanted.

Her thighs parted and her core was molten—hot and wet. He found her most sensitive spot and kissed it, his tongue tasting and swirling. Her back arched and she pressed against him. “More,” she murmured.

He spread her wide, kissing and licking, sliding his fingers inside her to make her buck against him with renewed pleasure. He needed this, needed her passion, needed her moans and screams of pleasure.

He wanted to give her everything, make her crave him the way he craved her.

He felt the growl in her chest, felt the passion rising, felt her come apart, shuddering and shattering. It wasn’t enough. He wanted all of her, needed to be inside her, feel her wrapped around him, her hands clawing his back.

Her green eyes shone in the darkness. “More,” she demanded.

She wanted more. She wanted all of him. He understood that now, and it terrified him. Even her holding his wolf, his fangs bared to pierce her neck, was not as terrifying as this.

“Please,” she whispered. “I need you.”

That finished him. He plunged into her, taking her hard, aching to be deep inside her, for her to accept everything he was, and everything he’d failed to be.

Mayah arched her hips, taking all of him, giving a moan of pleasure and satisfaction. She wrapped herself around him, meeting him thrust for thrust, taking him into her body again and again.

He felt her passion rising, her fingernails raking down his back, her teeth gripping the skin of his shoulder.

He lost himself in her like he’d always wanted to, her warm wet core sliding against his shaft, bringing him closer and closer to a cliff edge he’d never dared to go near.

“Yes,” she panted in his ear. “Give me everything.”

Tristan felt the wave of passion take him. He lost control, becoming nothing but pure sensation. And then he felt Mayah around him, inside his mind, accepting him and loving him.

He felt lifted up by the dark wind, black wings in the night. The two of them hurtled toward the cliff edge, Tristan holding back, holding back…