Chapter 27 Rowen #2
I could barely answer—my voice had been left somewhere between a moan and a sob. I clung to him, nails digging into his shoulders, trying to keep hold of something, anything, as the wave built again.
He pinned me tighter, and his pace turned brutal—perfect. Every push inside me was a promise. Every groan a warning. Every breath he gave me was taken back again.
“You’re mine,” he snarled, voice broken with it. “Say it—Rowen, say it.”
“I’m yours,” I cried out, the orgasm tearing through me with so much force it nearly knocked the breath from my lungs. “Wolfe, I—”
He snarled, low and dark, and I felt the snap.
The bond ignited. Something ancient burning in our blood. Something older than both of us.
“I need more,” he said with a low moan, his hips still moving, slower now but no less insistent. “I didn’t even get you to a bed,” he added, mouth curling against my neck. “Romantic bastard that I am.”
I huffed a laugh, the sound half-sob, half-exhale. “We seem to have a fondness for this wall.”
He leaned back enough to see my face. His thumb brushed along my cheek. “I felt it. Every piece of you. But I need more.”
I kissed him. Slow, this time. Not out of hunger. Out of everything else.
“Then take me to bed,” I whispered. “And take it all.”
His eyes flared with his power, and he nodded, lifting me easily, still buried inside me as he began to walk.
He lay me on the bed, his body climbing up after me, his head dipping, his tongue tasting me between my legs, lapping and sucking until my hands were twisted in his hair and I was screaming his name.
“Wolfe, I need you inside,” I groaned as my orgasm ebbed, but his tongue kept stroking through my wetness like I was his favorite flavor.
He kissed up my body, his tongue, his lips, his touch, all of it, feeding into the fire that was my blood. Kindling the flames as the bond surged between us, writhing, pulsing, demanding that final connection.
Wolfe kissed me again, his mouth claiming me as his fingers pushed inside me, stroking me in time to the rhythm of his kiss. My hips rocked against his hand, eager for my next release.
My hand wrapped around his thick length, moving over him, making him groan as I stroked his cock. I needed him inside but I wanted something else first.
I need to taste you.
I pushed him off me, my movements jerky and uncoordinated as I scrambled off the bed and onto my knees on the floor.
Wolfe’s eyes were heavy with desire as he looked down at me, my hands around his cock, both of us still in our gaze before I ducked my head, my tongue tasting him. Tasting myself on him and needing more.
Always needing more.
His groan was almost my undoing as I sucked more of him into my mouth, my tongue lapping at him, running over the head, licking him like he was my favorite flavor. His hands were in my hair, his hips rocking against my mouth as he drove deeper into me, and all the while, I didn’t stop.
“Oh fuck, princess,” he gasped as I took him deeper. “What the fuck are you doing to me?” he moaned, his head tilting back, his eyes on the ceiling. My fingers dug into his ass, letting him thrust, letting him fuck my mouth, watching his abs contract as he fought to keep control.
I didn’t want him controlled. I wanted him wild.
And I wanted to tease him. I slowed down, his moan of protest making me smile, as I kissed lightly along his length.
“Rowen…”
“This is what happens when you send me away, I find ways to make you suffer.” My tongue flicked across the head of his cock, light enough to make him want more, not too light he couldn’t feel it.
His chin dropped onto his chest, his eyes meeting mine, and he met my gaze. Seeing my need despite my attempt to draw out his pleasure, he stepped back, leaving me chasing him with my mouth, not giving me a chance as he hauled me to my feet.
You’re so fucking beautiful, he whispered in my mind, turning me, bending me over the bed, sliding the tip of his cock over my clit, chuckling when my back arched, my hips thrust, desperate to be filled. So insatiable, he chastised playfully as his fingers danced over my clit.
“Stop teasing me and fuck me,” I growled at him, my demand ending on a cry as he slammed into me with one push, and I knew his control had finally snapped.
He was so deep. So thick. Filling me. Stretching me.
The bond practically purred between us as his cock pounded into me.
Wolfe withdrew and then slammed back into me, again and again, until I could barely hold myself up under the power of his movements.
One hand curled around my breast, the other dipped between my legs, stroking, teasing, circling, and I couldn’t move.
I wanted to cry, I wanted to scream, I wanted to come.
I need to come.
Not yet. His voice was dark and filled with lust, and my body opened even more for him as I spread my legs, giving him more room. I felt him fold his body over me, his lips at the back of my neck.
“More.”
I didn’t know if he said it out loud or in my head, but I was being turned, the hard floor against my back, and his weight was over me as he slid back in. He raised himself, my knees were pushed up, and then he was there, driving his hips into me with a passion and fury that edged me even more.
It was too much…it would never be enough.
My hips rose to meet his. His eyes were closed, his face contorted into a grimace of pleasure, and when he opened them, his eyes blazed white with his alpha power.
The bond crested between us.
My orgasm chased it. Wolfe heard my whimpering plea, and his hand was between us, circling my clit, stroking over me, giving me everything as he drove his cock further into me, as I arched and bucked beneath him.
My body locked around his. He slammed into me one final time, his howl ripped from his throat as he buried himself deep and gave in completely, his release like a bolt of electricity through the bond.
I felt it. All of it.
Possession. Surrender. Completion.
He bit into my flesh, that soft spot between my collarbone and my neck, his teeth sinking deep, blood spilling over my shoulder as he spilled inside me.
He marked the spot where I wore the ash mark of our marriage bond, and I came again at the realization, my walls clenching around him, hearing him groan in satisfaction as our bodies shuddered in release.
I was marked now—by fire and flesh and soul.
He didn’t move for a long time.
We stayed pressed together, hearts racing, breath tangled, the floor at my back, his hands still gripping my hips like he wasn’t sure I was real.
His voice was hoarse when he spoke. “It’s done.”
I nodded, too overwhelmed to speak. My hands trembled against his shoulders.
And even though the fire had settled, even though the wildness had passed—something permanent had taken its place.
Something that was ours.