Chapter 43 #2
Her eyes lock with mine, violet and gold merging as our wolves rise together. Her fingers work frantically at her clit, her other hand gripping the sheets so hard her knuckles turn white.
When her orgasm hits, it’s like watching magic made flesh. Her eyes glow, her skin flushing from her cheeks down to her breasts. Her pussy clamps down on my cock in rhythmic pulses, trying to milk my orgasm from me.
“Dane!” she cries out, her back bowing off the bed. “I’m coming, I’m com—ahhhh!”
The sight of her completely undone, coming apart beneath me, on my cock, screaming my name—it destroys the last of my control. My climax rips through me like a physical force, starting at the base of my spine and exploding outward.
I throw my head back and roar as I come, a sound that’s half-human, half-wolf.
My cock pulses inside her, pumping rope after rope of hot cum into her willing body.
It feels endless, more intense than anything I’ve ever experienced.
My entire being is focused on this one point where we’re joined, where I’m marking her from the inside out.
“Fuuuuck,” I choke out, my hips still pumping weakly as the aftershocks roll through me. “Nova—“
I can’t form words, can’t think beyond the overwhelming pleasure still coursing through my system. I collapse forward, catching myself on my forearms to avoid crushing her. We’re both panting, sweaty, trembling with the force of what just happened between us.
“Nova,” I whisper against her neck, my breath hot against her skin. My wolf is clawing at the surface, demanding more.
She turns her head, exposing the curve where her neck meets her shoulder. An invitation. My pulse hammers.
“Do it,” she says, her voice husky. “Mark me, Dane.”
My wolf surges forward with such force that I nearly black out.
The transformation starts in my mouth—my canines lengthening, sharpening, pressing against my lower lip.
I run my tongue along the points, tasting the anticipation.
The change is physical, visceral—my gums tingle, jaw aching with the need to claim her.
I hesitate, searching her face. “You sure? This isn’t something I can take back. Once I mark you—“
“I know what it means.” Her violet eyes lock with mine, no doubt, no fear.
“I’ve known since the moment you followed me into the Fade.
Since you died for me and I pulled you back.
” Her hand comes up to cup my jaw, her touch gentle against the rough stubble.
“We’re already bound, Dane. This just makes it visible. ”
My chest tightens. She’s right. Whatever exists between us—this pull, this need, this bone-deep recognition—it was there from the beginning. The mark won’t create the bond. It’ll just honor what already exists.
“I want this,” she continues, her thumb tracing my lower lip. “I want you. All of you. The Alpha. The man. The wolf. Everything you are.”
I lower my mouth to the sensitive juncture of her neck and shoulder, my elongated teeth grazing the skin. I can feel her pulse jumping beneath my lips—steady, trusting. She tilts her head, offering herself completely.
“This is forever,” I warn, my voice barely human. “No going back.”
“Good,” she says, digging her nails into my back. “Stop talking and do it already.”
My wolf roars with triumph as I sink my teeth into her flesh. The resistance of her skin gives way, and I break through. Blood floods my mouth; copper and salt and something uniquely Nova. Something that tastes like home.
She gasps, her body arching beneath mine, her inner walls clenching around my still-hard cock.
The dual sensation—being inside her body while marking her—sends fresh waves of pleasure straight to my groin, and I’m instantly hard again.
The bond forms instantly, a steel cable connecting us.
I can feel her heartbeat alongside mine, her breath becoming my breath.
My wolf settles for the first time in my life. The restlessness, the constant hunger for something unnamed—gone. Replaced with certainty. This woman. This mate. This moment.
I lick over the wound, my saliva starting the healing process immediately. The mark will remain, a permanent bond between us.
When I pull back, there’s a perfect imprint of my teeth on her skin.
The mark is already shifting color—not red or purple like a normal wound, but silver.
Bright, luminous silver that catches the dim light.
My angel blood, leaving its signature on her flesh.
I run my thumb over it, marveling at how right it looks on her.
But Nova isn’t finished. She pushes against my chest until I roll onto my back, straddling me with my dick still in her, in one fluid motion. Her hair falls around us like a curtain as she leans down. I catch a flash of violet in her eyes, her pupils elongating as her wolf rises to the surface.
“My turn,” she says, a dangerous glint in her eyes.
She doesn’t go for my neck. Instead, she presses her palm flat against my chest, directly over my heart. Her eyes glow violet, bright and ancient, and I feel the magic gathering in her touch.
“Nova—“
“Shh.” Her fingers spread wide, and heat blooms beneath her hand. Not painful—warm, like sunlight concentrated on a single point. “Let me.”
The magic pulses through me, recognizing the angel blood that now runs dominant in my veins. I feel them meet—her fae power and my celestial heritage—sparking against each other before intertwining. The sensation is beyond physical; it’s completion.
Her hand glows brighter, violet light spilling between her fingers. The heat intensifies, then settles into something permanent. When she finally lifts her palm, I look down.
A handprint—her handprint—blazes violet against my skin. Not a wound. Not a scar. A brand of pure magic, glowing faintly even as I watch.
“Fuck,” I breathe, pressing my own hand over hers.
The bond snaps fully into place, humming between us. I can feel her emotions flooding into me: her satisfaction, her desire, her fierce possessive joy.
“Now we’re bound,” she says, satisfaction lacing her voice. “Both ways.”
I look at the violet handprint over my heart, then at the silver bite mark on her shoulder. Different methods, different magic. But the same meaning.
The constant hunger that’s driven me my entire life transforms into something else—a fierce need to protect what’s mine. What’s ours.
“Not done with you yet,” I growl, flipping her back underneath me. “We’ve got all night.”
Her laugh turns into a moan as I thrust into her again, both of us wearing each other’s marks, both of us claimed and claiming in equal measure.
The difference is immediate. Every sensation doubles, triples—I feel her pleasure layered over my own, her arousal feeding mine in an endless loop. When I thrust deep, I feel both the tight grip of her body around me and the fullness she experiences from my cock stretching her.
“Oh God,” she gasps, her eyes flying wide. “I can feel—I can feel what you’re feeling—“
“I know.” My voice comes out strangled. I can feel her approaching orgasm building like a wave, can sense exactly what she needs. I adjust my angle, grinding against her clit with each thrust, and her pleasure spikes so hard through the bond that I nearly come right then.
“Dane—“ She claws at my back, her walls clenching. “It’s too much—”
“Take it.” I drive into her harder, faster. Through the bond, I feel her resistance crumble, feel the orgasm rising up to swallow her whole. “Let go.”
She shatters with a scream, and I feel it—actually feel her climax rippling through my own body.
The sensation triggers my release, pleasure crashing through both of us simultaneously.
I roar her name as I spill inside her, and through the bond I feel my orgasm echo through her, extending her pleasure, which extends mine, which extends hers—
The feedback loop threatens to destroy us both. Wave after wave of shared ecstasy, each peak triggering another, until we’re both shaking, gasping, utterly wrecked.
When it finally subsides, I collapse on her, catching my weight on my arms. We’re both trembling. Both breathing in ragged gasps. Through the bond, I feel her satisfaction, her amazement, her bone-deep contentment.
“Holy shit…” I gasp.
“Yeah,” I hear her breathe.
For a long moment, we stay like that, connected, our heartbeats syncing. When I finally find the strength to move, I pull out gently, watching with primitive satisfaction as some of my come leaks out of her.
I drop onto the bed beside her and pull her against me, tucking her head under my chin. Her hair tickles my nose, that faint scent of wild honey and magic filling my senses. My hand strokes down her spine, feeling the smooth skin that covers the steel beneath.
A wave of emotion hits me so hard it steals my breath. This woman. This fierce, stubborn, brilliant woman who fought me at every turn, who never yielded until she chose to, who sees me—really sees me—and doesn’t flinch. She’s undone me completely.
“What are you thinking?” she murmurs against my chest.
I swallow hard, my hand continuing its path along her spine. “That I don’t know who I am when I’m with you. And that scares the shit out of me.”
She lifts her head, those violet eyes studying my face. “You’re exactly who you’ve always been,” she says. “You’re just finally letting someone see it.”
The truth of her words hits me like a physical blow. All my life, I’ve maintained control. Built walls. Stood apart, even when surrounded by my pack. But with Nova, those walls crumble. The control shatters. And instead of feeling weak, I feel ... free.
Her hand comes up to cup my cheek, her thumb tracing my bottom lip. “I see you, Dane Vaughn,” she whispers. “All of you. And I’m still here.”
I turn my head to kiss her palm, feeling something settle deep in my chest. Our magic hums between us, her fae blood singing to the angel blood in my veins. The connection goes beyond physical, beyond the bond of wolf mates. It’s something older, something that defies explanation.
“Rest,” I tell her, pulling her closer against me. “Just for a few minutes.”
She laughs softly against my chest. “That a promise?”
“That’s a guarantee.” I press my lips to her hair, feeling the bond pulse warm between us. “I plan to keep you in this bed until neither of us can walk.”