Chapter 17 #2
My magic pulsed wildly through the cabin, rattling cupboards and flickering lights while vines crept slowly across the kitchen windows.
And beneath all of it?
Need.
Desperate aching need.
“Wreck…” I moaned weakly.
The sound wrecked him instantly.
“Let me have you, Mate,” he growled against my skin.
“I got what you need. Wanna fill this sweet body with my cum until it’s dripping down your thighs. Let me have you,” he begged.
The plea in his voice shattered whatever coherent thought I had left.
Not command.
Not dominance.
The Alpha Bear was begging me.
Like he needed this just as badly as I did.
“I…” Another pulse of heat rolled through me hard enough to make my thighs shake. “Fuck—I don’t know…”
His teeth scraped lightly against my throat.
“Please.”
The bond between us pulsed violently.
Mine.
Mate.
Need.
“There’s no one but you, Gia. I only want you, Mate.”
My body arched helplessly back against him.
“Okay,” I moaned breathlessly. “Fuck. Yes. Please.”
Wreck lost the last thread of restraint instantly.
His huge hands fumbled over my clothes almost desperately while I helped yank fabric away as fast as possible.
The cabin felt unbearably hot now, every brush of skin against skin sending sparks of pleasure straight through me.
The ruined dinner still covered part of the table when Wreck crowded me against it from behind.
Pasta.
Sauce.
The scent of garlic and olives and tomatoes mixing absurdly with rain and sex and magic.
“Fuck,” he growled roughly against my shoulder. “The pasta smelled good.”
Some delirious part of me laughed. Out loud.
I scooped up a couple of stray strands of spaghetti from the table with my hand and held it back toward him blindly.
Wreck made a deep rumbling sound before closing his mouth around it.
The intimacy of that tiny, ridiculous moment somehow made everything feel even more intense.
More real.
More ours.
Then his hands found my hips again.
And the world narrowed down to nothing but him.
He tugged on my shorts, ripping them from my overheated skin, and I gasped at how good it felt—the cool air swooshing across my exposed sex as he pushed me forward.
Then I felt him there—his mouth.
“Gotta taste you, Honey,” he growled, and I whimpered as he pressed his face into my heated flesh and ate me from ass to clit.
“Wreck!”
He licked me with slow, broad strokes, spearing me with his thick fingers, until I came hard, screaming his name.
I gasped as he stood behind me, towering over me completely, and I heard the rustle of fabric as he shoved his pants down with rough impatient movements.
The sound alone sent another pulse of heat crashing through my body.
Wreck turned me toward him carefully but urgently, his huge hands gripping my hips like he physically couldn’t stand even an inch of distance between us anymore.
The kitchen table creaked when he lifted me effortlessly.
I wrapped my legs around his waist automatically while he sat me down on the edge of the table amid overturned silverware and scattered pasta sauce.
Neither of us cared.
The mess barely even registered anymore.
The entire world had narrowed down to this impossible aching need pulling us together.
Wreck crowded between my thighs immediately, breathing hard enough his chest rose and fell against mine like he’d run for miles.
Rainwater still clung to his skin from earlier.
Smoke and pine wrapped around us.
And underneath it all?
Hunger.
Need.
Desire.
The bond between us pulsed violently every time his hands touched me.
His palms slid over my thighs reverently despite the desperation shaking through him.
Like even now, half-feral with instinct and heat and possessiveness, some part of him still couldn’t believe I was real.
“Gia,” he groaned softly, forehead dropping briefly against mine.
The sound of my name in his voice nearly undid me completely.
I threaded my fingers into his damp hair and held on.
“Please,” I whispered.
The plea slipped out before I could stop it.
Because Goddess help me, I needed him.
Needed his weight.
His scent.
His knot.
Needed the unbearable ache inside me soothed by the only male who seemed capable of touching it.
Wreck’s eyes flashed brighter instantly.
The green one glowed almost unnaturally in the dim kitchen while the Bear surged visibly beneath his skin again.
Mine.
The word hit through the bond hard enough to make me shiver.
He fixed his head to my entrance and I hissed as he pushed slowly inside my well-prepared pussy.
And thank fuck for that because somehow he felt even bigger now, thicker, longer, too.
“You feel so good,” he rasped, dragging his hands slowly up my body until they framed my face almost gently. “Can barely fucking think.”
Honestly?
Same.
The heat burning beneath my skin had turned everything hazy and desperate.
My magic spiraled wildly through the cabin, vines curling along the ceiling beams while the storm outside answered with distant thunder rolling across the mountain.
The forest felt alive around us.
Watching.
Waiting.
Wreck kissed me again suddenly.
Hard.
Hungry.
Like he needed reassurance I was still here.
I moaned softly into his mouth while his hands tightened on my thighs hard enough to leave marks.
Not painful.
Possessive.
Every touch from him carried that same overwhelming intensity now.
Not just desire.
Claiming.
Like his entire soul had locked onto mine and refused to let go.
“I got you,” he murmured roughly against my lips. “Easy, Honey. I got you.”
The tenderness nearly wrecked me more than the heat did.
Because beneath the Alpha growling and the primal need and the sheer size of him—Wreck still treated me like something precious.
And maybe that was what finally shattered the last of my fear.
He flexed once, twice, then I felt it—his knot.
It started at the base of his dick—filling with his seed, swelling for one purpose and one purpose only—to breed.
It pressed against my opening, demanding entry, but it was so big—larger than last time.
I whimpered and moaned—greedy for it.
“Fuck,” he growled, then lifted me off the table, tilting my hips and fucking into me until finally, it popped—locking us together.
And I don’t know if it was the knot or just him—but his cock and that beautiful knot stroked that secret place inside me no one else had ever touched, and I saw stars.
“Mine. My Gia. Mate,” he grunted, holding me up in his massively strong arms while pumping that beautiful dick inside of me.
The words slammed through me harder than the pleasure itself.
Mine.
Part ownership.
Part control.
But also, something deeper.
Something like choice.
And recognition.
Like some ancient force in the universe had finally clicked into place and both our souls recognized the truth of it instantly.
My fingers dug desperately into his broad shoulders while his arms locked around me possessively, holding me so close there wasn’t an inch of space left between us.
I could feel his heart pounding wildly against my chest.
Could feel the Bear roaring triumphantly beneath his skin every time he said the word mate like it was sacred.
Like I was sacred.
“My Alpha,” I cried back instinctively, clutching him tighter as wave after wave of pleasure tore through me.
The second the words left my mouth, Wreck lost what little control he had left.
The sound he made was raw.
Broken.
Almost reverent.
Emotion crashed through the bond between us so violently I could barely breathe beneath it.
Need.
Relief.
Possession.
Love—no.
Not love.
Too soon.
Too impossible.
And yet…
The feeling wrapped around me, anyway.
Huge and overwhelming, and terrifyingly real.
Love.
His mismatched gaze bore into mine, and I wondered if he heard my thoughts. Then, my sexy as fuck mate started to come with a loud roar, and I felt his pleasure—his seed—filling me until I felt near to bursting with it.
And it was like I broke wide open for him. And he could see it all.
Every longing and desire I’d ever had.
My wanting to find a place where I fit in.
My desire for a mate.
For children.
For a future.
For him.
One orgasm catapulted into another so intensely I couldn’t separate where my body ended and magic began anymore.
My power exploded outward in bright, uncontrollable pulses, the entire cabin trembling around us while vines curled wildly across the ceiling beams and the storm outside answered with rolling thunder.
The forest itself seemed alive around us.
Watching.
Witnessing.
Celebrating.
The pressure built impossibly high inside me until it no longer felt physical at all.
It felt spiritual.
Cosmic.
Like every lonely, aching piece of me had spent my whole life searching blindly through the dark for this exact moment.
For him.
For the giant, broken Bear Shifter holding me like I was the most precious thing he’d ever touched.
Then it shattered.
My entire world was obliterated in that moment.
Pleasure ripped through me so hard I couldn’t even scream properly.
My vision whited out while the bond between us burst wide open, flooding me with flashes of emotion so powerful they stole the air from my lungs.
Wreck.
Loneliness.
Exile.
Pain buried so deep inside him it still bled.
And underneath all of it?
Me.
The way he saw me.
Beautiful.
Soft.
Wanted.
Chosen.
Tears burned hot behind my eyes instantly.
Not from sadness.
From the sheer overwhelming intensity of being felt this deeply by another living soul.
Wreck buried his face against my throat with a ragged groan while his entire body shook around me.
“Fuck,” he rasped brokenly. “Gia. Honey. I love you. I love you, Mate. Only you.”
The way he said it sounded almost like prayer. And somehow, wrapped in his arms while the mountain storm raged around us, I realized something terrifying.
I was already in love with him, too.