Chapter Twenty-Five #2
My body strains toward his hands, craving every point of contact. My shirt catches on the rough wall as he pushes it up, and I hear fabric tear. Don’t care. Can’t care about anything but the way his palms scorch my bare skin, the way his mouth devours mine like he’s starving for the taste.
His mouth blazes a trail down my throat as his fingers work the clasp of my bra. The lace catches on his calluses, making me shiver. Every touch feels magnified, electric. When his teeth graze my collarbone, my head falls back against the wall with a thud.
“Bed,” I manage, though my hands betray me, pulling him closer instead of letting go. “Before we break something else.”
A dark laugh rumbles through his chest. “Already broke the door.” His tongue traces the shell of my ear. “And the picture frame.” His hands squeeze my thighs where they wrap around his waist. “What’s one more thing?”
But he moves us to the bed anyway, navigating the small bits of scattered debris without looking. My back hits the mattress, and he follows me down, his weight pressing me into the soft sheets. All thoughts dissolve as his mouth finds that sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder.
I reach for him, needing to touch, to taste, to claim him back. His skin burns beneath my palms as I trace the ridges of muscle along his back. A growl vibrates through him when my nails scrape down his sides, and suddenly he’s pulling back, eyes blazing gold as he stares down at me.
“Mine,” he breathes, and the word sends shivers racing down my spine.
“Prove it,” I challenge, and his answering smile is pure predator.
His hands slide up my sides, taking my ruined shirt with them. I sit up, helping him strip away layers until there’s nothing between us but skin and breath and need. When his mouth closes over my breast, stars explode behind my eyes.
“Bast,” I gasp, his name a plea and a prayer. “Please.”
He pushes me back flat on the bed.
Our completed bond pulses between us, amplifying every sensation.
His hands trace reverent patterns across my skin, like he’s trying to memorize every inch.
I feel his fierce protectiveness, his need to erase all memory of the morning’s violence with gentle touches and whispered words of devotion. His emotions are alive inside me.
“You saved me,” he murmurs against my throat. “Chose me.”
“Always,” I breathe, cupping his face and bringing his mouth back to mine. The kiss is slower now, deeper. Less desperate but no less intense.
When he finally slides into me, my world stops spinning.
The bond between us explodes with sensation—pleasure layered with emotion so deep it steals my breath.
His forehead presses against mine, our shared gasps mingling in the space between us.
For a heartbeat, neither of us moves, overwhelmed by the perfection of this connection.
“Look at me,” he whispers, and when I open my eyes the love I see there makes my chest ache.
His first thrust is achingly slow, deliberate. My fingers dig into his shoulders as pleasure spirals through me. His responses echo back, creating an endless loop of sensation that makes my toes curl.
“Mine,” he breathes against my lips. “Forever mine.”
“Yours,” I gasp as he hits that perfect spot. “Always yours.”
Our bodies move in perfect synchronization now, like we’ve been doing this dance for centuries instead of a day. When his mouth returns to that sensitive spot below my ear, stars explode behind my eyes.
The bond pulses between us, stronger with each passing moment. I feel everything—his love, his need, his absolute certainty that this is right. That we are right. His heart thunders against my chest, matching my own racing pulse beat for beat.
Pleasure builds between us like a rising tide. Every touch, every kiss, every thrust. His name becomes a chant on my lips as we chase that perfect high together.
Then the world continues to dissolve into pure sensation—his skin against mine, his breath on my neck, the way our magick tangles and twines. We are one. Nothing exists outside this moment, this connection, this perfect fusion of wolf and witch.
When the pleasure finally crests, the bond flares impossibly brighter, and suddenly I’m flying, falling, drowning. His name tears from my throat. Then his release crashes over him, amplifying mine until I’m sure I’ll physically shatter from the intensity.
His arms tighten around me as aftershocks ripple through us both. Our magick settles around us like a warm blanket, humming with contentment. He’s my anchor, keeping me from floating away on this tide of emotion.
“I love you,” he murmurs against my throat, pressing soft kisses to sweat-dampened skin.
“I love you too.” My fingers trace lazy patterns on his back as our breathing slowly returns to normal. The afternoon sun paints shadows across his skin, and I marvel at how perfect this feels. How right.
He shifts to lie beside me, gathering me close against his chest. The steady thump of his heart beneath my ear makes my eyes grow heavy. Exhaustion from everything today finally catches up, but I fight it, not wanting to lose this perfect moment.
“Sleep,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to my hair. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”
Safe in his arms, surrounded by his warmth and love, I finally let my eyes drift closed.