Chapter 38 Sable
SABLE
Ipulled him toward the bed. No more waiting. No more distance.
My wolf wanted him. My vampire side wanted him. And I was done pretending either could wait another second.
Rhys came willingly—but the moment we reached the mattress, I saw it: that flicker of restraint in his eyes.
"No," I said, stopping him with a hand on his chest. "Whatever you're about to do, don't."
"Sable—"
"You promised me everything." I looked him straight in the eye. "No walls. No holding back. So stop looking at me like you’re going to break me."
His jaw tightened. "I'm not—"
"You are." I fisted his shirt, pulled him closer.
"I can see it. That hesitation. Like you're afraid you'll break me if you let go.
I'm not fragile, Rhys." I grabbed the back of his head, caressing him while trying to control the need that was growing in me.
"I'm half vampire. Half wolf. I've survived things that would kill most people.
So stop treating me like something delicate and give me what you promised. "
That brought a whisper of a smile to his lips.
"I need all of you," I said, softer now. "Not the careful version. Not the one who holds back because you're scared. You. Raw and real and completely here with me."
For a heartbeat, he just looked at me. Then his restraint shattered.
He kissed me hard, possessive, his hands gripping my face. This wasn't gentle or careful. This was everything I'd been demanding, everything I needed.
"Yes," I breathed against his mouth. "Like that."
His growl rumbled through his chest into mine. I tasted the wildness on his tongue, felt his fingers tangle in my hair, angling my head so he could deepen the kiss. My wolf surged forward, eager and ready.
But so did my vampire side.
The dual nature rose in me—fangs lengthening alongside canines, bloodlust mixing with wolf instinct. It had been like this since I'd turned, both sides of me wanting, needing, demanding. I usually felt them competing inside me. Right now, they were in perfect agreement.
Make him ours. Claim him.
I grabbed his shirt, pulled. Buttons scattered across the floor. He made a sound—half surprise, half approval—then yanked it off and tossed it aside. His hands were on me, sliding under my shirt, rough and warm and impatient.
"Get it off me," I demanded.
He obeyed, stripping the fabric away. For a moment we just stared at each other—his chest rising and falling hard, my skin flushed hot. The bond between us thrummed insistently, a physical pressure demanding completion.
His eyes changed, the warm brown swallowed by wolf-gold. My own vision sharpened, colors intensifying as my wolf pushed forward. But I felt the vampire rising too—my senses heightening differently, hunger stirring low in my belly.
"Sable." His voice had dropped lower than I’d heard it before. "If we do this—"
"We're doing this." I pulled him close. "No more doubts. No more fear. Just us."
His mouth found mine again, and this time there was nothing held back. Just heat and desperation and the overwhelming rightness of his hands on my body, his weight pressing me down onto the mattress.
We fell together, tangled and urgent. City lights spilled through the window, painting gold and blue shadows across his skin. I traced them with my fingers, mapping muscle and bone, memorizing the feel of him.
He made a low sound in his throat and moved his mouth to my neck. Not biting yet, but kissing, tasting, his canines scraping my pulse point.
My wolf keened. My vampire side hissed, hungry.
Both wanted him. Both demanded I claim him.
Soon, I promised them. Soon.
His hands worked at the rest of our clothes—clumsy with urgency, fabric pulled away and discarded until there was nothing between us but skin and want and the bond singing for completion.
"Goddess, Sable." He pulled back, hunger in his eyes stealing my breath. "Do you know what you do to me?"
"Show me." I wrapped my legs around him, pulled him closer. "Stop talking and show me."
I watched as his control snapped completely. His eyes went fully gold, his wolf taking over. He climbed on top of me, pushing me back onto the bed and ripping my shirt open.
“Mine,” he growled, his voice as much wolf as man.
I held his eyes as I kneaded his bulging cock through his pants. He was thick and hard, and I couldn’t wait another second. I put my hand down his jogging pants and grabbed onto him. I grabbed him tight—his shaft throbbing in my hand—and stroked. He closed his eyes and let out a sigh.
“Sable. Fuck.” Excitement flowed through me and I stroked faster, feeling his control fleeting. “Get this off.” He tugged at the remnants of my torn shirt.
I slid out from underneath him and dropped the shirt off my arms. I stripped my bra off and watched as Rhys undressed, never taking his eyes off me. He wet his lips. Hot lava of desire took me over, soaking through my underwear.
Yes, my wolf sang. Yes, finally, this.
But my vampire side stirred too, hungry and possessive. I felt my fangs extend fully, felt the bloodlust rise sharp and demanding. I wanted to bite him. Wanted to taste him. Wanted to mark him in every way possible.
“The smell of your desire is about to kill me,” Rhys murmured, tugging at my jeans as I stripped them off with my underwear in one breathless motion.
He stood from the bed, pulled off his T-shirt and stepped out of his pants, revealing the full length of his hard cock.
I moved to the edge of the bed and took all of his dick into my mouth.
He threw his head back and moaned. “Shit.”
The bond flared between us, no longer just a gentle pull. It was a living thing now. My wolf was going crazy, and I felt closer to her than I had in a long time, both of us uniting as I finally fulfilled what she’d wanted for us.
Mark him, my wolf commanded. Seal the bond. Make this permanent.
The vampire in me was consumed by need, need for him, to give him what he wanted and to be pleasured such that we’d never want anyone else ever again.
I sucked on the head of his cock, passing my tongue over the head and back again, across his flesh. When I moved one hand and caressed his balls, he moaned louder. His muscles tensed under my touch, and my pussy was growing hot, desperate, my clit aching to have him.
“I know you want more.” Rhys looked down at me, the corners of his eyes crinkling even as they were on fire. “I can smell it on you. And I’m about to take damn good care of my wolf-vamp.”
He extended his hand, and I took it. He brought me up to stand and then turned us around so that he sat on the bed and led me to straddle him.
I lowered myself onto his cock, and Rhys gasped.
So did I. I was so full, so complete, so whole.
His thickness was perfect, filling every part of me as if I was built for him.
I leaned forward, the heat of his chest against my ribs and my breasts falling in front of his face.
I looked down and found him pinching my nipple, lapping a tongue over it as I slowly lowered myself on him again.
He licked harder and then sucked, sending a tingling sensation straight to my core.
He slid a hand between our bodies and sought out my clit.
His fingers rubbed the wet flesh and I cried out.
It was almost more than I could take. “That’s my girl,” he moaned and thrust his hips up.
All his cock slammed upward, and I cried out again.
The pleasure of him reaching that tender spot inside me threatened to take me out entirely, but I wouldn’t let it.
Instead, I sat up and dropped down on him harder.
“That’s it,” he said. “Fuck me, my beautiful wolf.”
The adrenaline was too much. I lifted myself and slid down him, again and again, faster and deeper as moans burst from me, almost inhuman sounds of my wolf and my vampire nature taking in every sensation of becoming one with their mate.
Rhys wrapped his arms around me, limiting my movement, but I kept riding him, fucking his cock as he kissed my neck.
Pleasure rolled through me as my breasts bounced over his tongue.
He circled my waist with his arms and lifted me, turning our combined bodies until he laid me back down on the bed, him on top of me now.
We were covered in sweat, breathing hard as he gently pushed into me.
I wrapped my legs around him as he pushed deeper, his rhythm picking up as he wound his hand into my hair and looked deep into my eyes.
“My beautiful wolf-vamp,” he said as he thrust into me again, a look of reverence overtaking his features, “I am yours. Forever.”
“Rhys,” I whispered, not breaking his gaze. “Forever.”
He sped up, sensing the changes in my body through the bond. The pressure was building, and he grunted as I met his rhythm.
We moved together, chasing the peak. But this was different. I could feel him—not just his body but his presence inside my mind, wrapped around my soul. Every sensation doubled. Every emotion amplified.
We rocked back and forth on the bed, my body becoming undone, but it wasn’t enough. I trembled. It wouldn’t be enough until—
"Mark me," I gasped, pleasure breaking through every word. "Rhys, I need—"
"I know." His voice was barely human. "I feel it too."
The bond pulsed harder, a physical ache in my chest. My wolf pushed forward, demanding. My vampire side snarled with need. Both required satisfaction. Both demanded their claim.
He pushed inside me, and I tilted my head, exposing my throat. "Do it. Claim me."
He made a sound that was animal—need and possession barely restrained. His mouth moved to my neck, canines scraping, testing as he fucked me harder, deeper.
"Sable." He ran his tongue along my neck. "I love you."
"Prove it." I threaded my fingers through his hair and held him there. "Mark me, Rhys. Make me yours."
My nails dug into his back as his canines sank into my neck.