Page 70 of Broken

Chapter 29

Cole felt a moment of shock, as the world seemed to hold its breath. And then a rush of incredulous joy and love. Mates. Forever. Mates.

She let him go, and together they Changed back into their human forms, staring at each other.

“What did you just do?” he asked.

“I—I don’t know,” she said uncertainly. “My wolf…”

But he knew exactly what she’d done. He just couldn’t believe it.

He touched the wound on his shoulder. It had already healed. “You claimed me.”

“Is that okay?”

In response, he pulled her into a kiss. Deep. Wild. All his feelings behind it, nothing held back. “Yes,” he whispered, and kissed her again. Longer.

They broke apart. “Blanket,” she said.

“Right.”

He swept her up in his arms, carried her over to the duffel bag, and grabbed the blanket stuffed on top. When it was spread on the ground he laid her down, naked under the stars, and then he was next to her, devouring her with kisses and love bites. Shoulders, neck, breasts, belly. He thrust her legs apart, nipping at her thighs.

Ireland growled, wanting more. Cole loved that growl. He moved his tongue between her legs, tasting her pussy, teasing her clit, sucking on it.

Ireland threaded her fingers into his hair. More.

But he just gave a soft laugh, and began to tease her. He loved to make her crazy. Light touches around her core, then deep ferocious kisses that made her buck her hips wildly.

Finally, when she was close, so close to coming apart, he moved his lips and tongue to her hips. Beneath her ribs. He sucked her nipples, licking them slowly, one after the other, until she was on the edge again.

She moved against him, rubbing his burning shaft, trying to capture him inside her, but he just shook his head. “Not yet.”

“Yes,” she snarled. “Now.” And she shoved his shoulder, rolling him onto his back, and climbed on top of him.

She sat, straddling his hips, running her hands up his chest, setting him on fire for her.

She leaned over and kissed his lips, softly, softly, and then gradually deepened the kiss until he was groaning. She was all heat and light, the scent of wild wolf, the warm sweet scent of home.

His dick was between her legs but not inside her, and she rubbed her slick core up and down its length, gasping as it hit her clit. Tantalizing him.

His fingers tightened on her hips, his head tipped back as he drank in the pleasure.

His wolf was a constant growl in his chest, and he knew his eyes were glowing gold. He was hers. Her wolf.

She moved again, sliding him inside her. He wanted to fill her completely, the way her love filled him, the way their bond completed him.

Mates.

He felt the word reverberate through him, still unable to quite take it in. She’d seen everything inside him, his entire ugly past, and she still loved him.

Still wanted him.

Ireland moved on top of him, taking her time now, sheathing him over and over, building the intensity with excruciating, exquisite slowness.

He moved his hips, thrusting deeper inside her, feeling the heat of her core and wanting it to last forever. This. This. Only this.

The passion built, and his thrusts grew faster, more desperate for release. Ireland gave a little whimper, and he gathered her close, skin to skin, her breasts against his chest.