Chapter 12 #2
Like he was forcing himself to go slowly when every instinct screamed otherwise.
“I haven’t wanted anything in a long time,” he admitted quietly.
The confession hit me right in the chest.
“But you…” His voice roughened further. “The second I scented you in that fire it was like something inside me woke up starving.”
My heart pounded harder.
The room suddenly felt too warm.
Too small.
The forest outside whispered softly through the open windows while the bond between us tightened until it almost felt visible.
“You feel it too,” he said softly.
Not a question.
I nodded before I could stop myself.
“Yes.”
Wreck closed his eyes briefly.
Like hearing that cost him something.
Then he looked down at me again.
And Goddess.
The look on his face nearly stole my breath.
Pure intent.
Pure possession.
Pure aching need held together by the thinnest thread of control.
I had never seen anything so beautiful.
Or so terrifying.
And somehow?
I still reached for him, anyway.
My fingers slid into his dark hair, trembling slightly despite the certainty blooming deep inside me.
“Gia,” he said again, voice rough and strained like he was hanging by the thinnest thread imaginable, “you have to be sure—”
The concern in his eyes almost undid me.
Because this huge, dangerous male who looked capable of tearing apart mountains with his bare hands was giving me every chance to walk away.
Even now.
Even while his body shook with need.
Even while his massive cock pressed against my thigh, weeping precum all over me.
Even while his Bear practically vibrated beneath his skin every time I touched him.
And somehow that only made me want him more.
“I’m sure, Alpha Bear,” I whispered.
The endearment hit him visibly.
His breath caught.
His pupils widened.
The air between us thickened instantly.
“I want you to take me,” I admitted softly, heart pounding so hard I thought he had to hear it. “To give me your knot. Please.”
For one split second, Wreck just stared at me.
And I had never felt more raw or vulnerable in my life.
Because this wasn’t casual anymore.
This wasn’t flirting, or attraction, or one reckless night.
Something huge stood between us now.
Something powerful and ancient.
Something foretold.
And I was offering myself to it—to him— willingly.
The realization should have terrified me.
Instead?
It felt right.
Then Wreck moved.
Fast.
One massive hand slid behind my neck while the other braced against the mattress beside me, and then his mouth crashed down onto mine in a kiss that absolutely rocked the foundation of everything I thought I understood about desire.
Possessive.
Hungry.
Reverent somehow despite the sheer intensity behind it.
A broken sound escaped me immediately.
Wreck swallowed it with another deep kiss that stole every coherent thought from my head.
His claw-tipped fingers tore at the remaining clothes between us with growing desperation, and Goddess help me, I was so hungry for him that I helped.
As the Goddess was my witness—yes.
I helped.
I shoved his shirt upward while he dragged my dress down my body with rough trembling hands.
Fabric caught briefly around my thighs before he growled low in frustration and tore it, tossing it somewhere across the room entirely.
The cabin air felt cool against my heated skin for all of half a second before Wreck’s huge body covered mine again.
“Fuck,” he groaned roughly.
The sound vibrated through me.
“So beautiful.”
The raw awe in his voice made my chest ache unexpectedly.
Not just lust.
Not just hunger.
Wonder.
Like he genuinely couldn’t believe I was there beneath him.
His mouth left mine slowly, trailing downward across my jaw and throat while his rough hands explored every inch of me like he was memorizing my body through touch alone.
No hesitation.
No judgment.
No attempt to avoid the soft places I usually tried so hard to hide.
His palms spread over my stomach reverently.
My hips.
My thighs.
Like he loved the feel of me exactly as I was.
The realization hit harder than any compliment ever could.
“Wreck,” I breathed shakily.
The Bear inside him rumbled low in response.
Then his mouth closed around one aching nipple, and I lost the ability to think altogether.
“Wreck!” I moaned loudly, fingers digging into his broad shoulders while my hips bucked instinctively beneath him.
His growl answered immediately.
Deep.
Possessive.
Satisfied.
He sucked harder before soothing the sting with his tongue, then bit gently enough to send sharp pleasure racing through me before moving to the other breast with obvious reluctance.
Like he wanted all of me at once and didn’t know where to focus first.
The intensity of his attention left me dizzy.
His hands roamed constantly over my body while he kissed and licked and worshipped me with a desperation that bordered on feral.
Past every place I usually criticized.
Past every insecurity.
Every soft curve.
Every squishy inch.
And somehow under his hands, none of it felt wrong.
I couldn’t stop shaking.
Couldn’t stop wanting more.
Need and desire drove me into a frenzy so consuming I barely recognized myself anymore.
And beneath all of it?
My magic woke fully.
The sensation hit suddenly.
Wildly.
The mountain outside the cabin surged alive against my senses all at once.
Trees whispered.
Roots stretched deep beneath the earth.
The forest hummed around us like it recognized something sacred unfolding inside this tiny cabin.
My eyes flashed bright green.
Wreck froze instantly above me.
The glow from my magic reflected across his face while the wind outside rose sharply, rattling the cabin windows.
“Gia,” he rasped, sounding ruined as he spread my soaking wet folds with thick fingers, gliding them over my clit and making me moan louder.
“So wet for me,” he said approvingly.
Then I felt him there, hard and heavy.
Wreck’s growl was desperate as he pushed his massive cock inside of me, stretching my walls with a burning need that felt so good.
His heat pounded against mine
I moaned as he filled me, gasping for breath the second he was all the way in.
“Are you okay?” he asked, eyes huge as he gave me time to adjust to his size.
I nodded because yes—Goddess yes—I was more than okay.
“I can feel everything,” I whispered breathlessly.
And I could.
The forest.
The mountain.
Him.
Most of all him.
The bond between us pulsed violently now, threading through my magic and wrapping tighter every time he touched me.
Wreck stared down at me with open hunger and something dangerously close to reverence.
“You smell like spring rain,” he murmured roughly, dragging his nose slowly along my throat. “And earth. And fucking heaven.”
Heat flooded through me again.
He lifted his hips and pushed back down. I opened my legs wider, and his massive body settled heavier between my thighs.
Enormous.
Hot.
Hard.
Overwhelming.
And still, he was somehow careful with me.
Always careful.
“You sure?” he asked one last time, though his voice sounded shredded with restraint by now.
I cupped his face gently between my hands.
“Yes.”
The answer came easily.
Because somewhere along the way, my fear disappeared entirely.
All that remained was him.
My Bear.
My Alpha.
The male who looked at me like I was worth worshipping.
“Mine,” he snarled and started moving and I felt it.
The base of his cock swelled and grew, the pleasure so intense it was taking me to the brink of pain.
Then—it pushed through, locking him inside of me.
And oh my fuck—this right here, this was everything.