16. Carter
Carter
I t’s so good.
She is so good.
Feels like heaven.
MJ’s clinging to me like I’m the only solid thing in her world.
And I move inside her like she’s the only thing that’s ever mattered in mine.
But I didn’t come here tonight to fuck her.
Definitely didn’t come here to claim her.
But that choice is long gone.
Evaporated the moment her scent hit my lungs and her lips opened under mine.
Now?
Now I’m buried deep in her, her velvet walls squeezing me like she never wants to let go .
And God help me, I don’t want her to.
MJ wraps around me like we were made for this—hips rocking in time with mine, breasts crushed to my chest, arms hooked around my neck like I’m her anchor in a storm.
She shouldn’t feel so perfect. Like she was made for me—but isn’t that what Uncle Uzzi was trying to say with his app? This woman was made for me. By the Fates themselves.
And I was made for her.
Her hot little body milks me with every stroke, drawing me in tighter, deeper, until I feel her everywhere— on my skin, under it, burning in my blood like wildfire.
“Carter,” she gasps, her voice wrecked and breathy. “More, please, need to come.”
Fuck. Me.
I grip her thighs, fingers digging in as I slam into her harder, deeper. The sound of skin meeting skin echoes off the old walls. The settee creaks violently beneath us. I don’t care.
She moans like she lives for it.
Like she needs it.
And my Lion roars his approval.
“Fuck, Kitten—” I grind out, feeling her body lock tighter around me, her nails dragging down my back like she’s trying to brand me with her need.
And maybe she does.
Because the second she rakes her claws down my spine, it’s like something inside me snaps.
I see red.
My mouth drops to hers in a bruising kiss, and I pound into her like a male possessed.
Her legs lock around my waist, heels digging in. Her head falls back, offering up her throat like some gorgeous, reckless temptation.
And then she whispers it.
“Feels so good. Feels like I’m yours,” she moans.
Mine.
My brain goes blank.
All my promises? My let’s just be friends shit? Gone.
All the rational reasons I shouldn’t do this? Forgotten .
She’s offering herself to me.
And that’s it.
That is fucking it.
My fangs drop, long and sharp and aching to pierce.
I can’t stop it. I won’t.
I lean down, lips brushing over the pulse hammering in her throat. She shivers beneath me, but doesn’t pull away.
My Lion is snarling now—wild, crazed, demanding I seal this.
Roaring at me to make her mine in the most permanent way a Shifter can.
So I do.
With a low, guttural growl, I sink my fangs into the curve of her neck where it meets her shoulder.
Then CRASH . It hits me like a fucking tsunami.
Pleasure. Inevitability. Destiny. Whatever the fuck you wanna call it—I’m living it now. It is me .
“Carter!”
She cries out— loud and broken and desperate —as her inner muscles clench around me so tight I nearly black out.
I hold her close, one hand cradling the back of her head, the other gripping her hip as I drink in her scent, her warmth, the taste of her power flooding into mine.
Her blood is sweet and rich, thick with magic and something more.
Something ancient. Binding.
The matebond snaps into place with a fierce heat that explodes in my chest.
A shockwave of primal, elemental power blasts through me, locking us together in a way that has nothing to do with sex and everything to do with fate.
My cock throbs inside her, and I finally let go.
I spill into her with a roar, rutting so deep I swear I’m pouring my soul straight into hers.
We come together like the fucking world is ending.
And maybe it is.
Because I just did the one thing I swore I wouldn’t.
I mated her.
No talk. No warning. No chance to say no.
Fuck. But I don’t regret it. I won’t.
MJ gasps— body going taut —then shudders beneath me as another, more powerful orgasm rips through her.
I feel her pulse against my tongue as I lick the wound closed. I feel the heat of her body flaring in response.
Her pussy contracts, strangling my cock, and milking me of every last drop.
I come again. Hard, emptying myself into her in long, possessive strokes.
It’s done .
The bite’s clean.
The bond? Instant.
I feel her in my soul.
And fuck me— I’ve never felt so complete.