CHAPTER 8
Things are about to get heated in this chapter. Read at your own risk... and enjoy!!!!
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Daniel's hand cupped her jaw, tilting her face up to his. For a moment, he only stared, his golden eyes molten with a hunger he could no longer hide. Then, his lips crashed onto hers.
The kiss was rough at first, claiming, but when Mia gasped beneath him, it softened yet just enough to let his tongue slide past her lips, tasting her, devouring her. Her fingers clenched in his shirt, helpless to push him away, powerless not to pull him closer.
He growled into her mouth, the sound vibrating through her chest. His hand slid lower, trailing down the curve of her throat to rest against her collarbone, thumb brushing the frantic beat of her pulse. Her skin was fire beneath his touch, and he needed more.
His lips left hers only to claim her jaw, then her neck. He kissed, nipped, sucked at the sensitive flesh until she was whimpering beneath him. Her head tipped back instinctively, baring herself to him, and that small act of surrender undid him.
Daniel's hand moved lower still, cupping the swell of her breast through the thin fabric of her dress. He kneaded gently at first, thumb circling her nipple until it hardened beneath the cloth. Mia's breath hitched, a soft cry escaping her lips. The sound made his cock throb with savage need.
"Daniel..." she whispered, half-plea, half-surrender.
Her voice drove him wild. He tugged at the neckline of her dress, tearing the fabric enough to bare her breast. His mouth closed over it immediately, tongue swirling, teeth grazing just enough to make her arch into him.
She clung to his shoulders, trembling as his free hand slid to her waist, anchoring her beneath him.
Every inch of her he touched, he claimed. Every shiver, every gasp, every moan was his.
His kisses trailed lower, across her chest, down her stomach, only to rise again in a desperate path back to her mouth.
He kissed her harder this time, his hips grinding against hers, heat meeting heat through the thin barrier of clothing.
Her legs parted instinctively, welcoming him closer, and he groaned deep in his chest at the feel of her.
"Mine," he growled against her lips, his hand gripping her thigh, spreading her wider. "You're mine, Mia."
The thin restraint he had shattered completely. He tore the rest of her dress from her body, baring her completely beneath him. His eyes drank her in; flushed, trembling, beautiful. For a heartbeat, he froze, his chest heaving, his wolf howling with triumph.
Then he claimed her fully.
His body pressed her into the bed, his hips snapping forward as he thrust into her. Mia gasped, clutching at him, her cry muffled by his lips as he swallowed every sound. He moved inside her with raw, relentless hunger, each thrust deeper, harder, desperate to brand her from the inside out.
Her nails dug into his back, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer. She moaned his name, voice breaking, and Daniel's control shattered entirely. His wolf surged forward, demanding, consuming.
His lips latched onto her neck, fangs sinking deep into the tender flesh. Mia screamed, her body convulsing as their bond flared to life, flooding her veins with fire and light. Daniel roared against her skin, spilling into her, their souls sealing together with violent, undeniable force.
When it was done, he collapsed over her, his breath ragged, his mark blazing on her throat. His wolf purred in triumph, but Daniel's human side... broke.
He pulled back, staring at her tear-streaked face, her swollen lips, her trembling body marked and filled with him. The sight twisted his gut.
What had he done?
He had sworn she was nothing. A servant. A mistake of fate.
Yet now she lay beneath him, irrevocably his.
Daniel dragged a hand down his face, his chest heaving with rage at himself. "I shouldn't have..." His voice was jagged, cracking. He stumbled back from the bed as though distance might erase the bond. "Damn it, little wolf... I never wanted this."
But the mark burned, and her scent, his scent on her, wrapped around him like chains. No matter how much he hated himself for it, there was no undoing it now.
He had claimed her.