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Chewing on her lip, she seemed vulnerable—something she wasn’t used to. Deciding to forestall any other argument, Cullen pulled her into his arms and pressed his lips to hers, wanting to silence her doubts and fears. He knew they were from different worlds, but he also knew she was his fated mate—destined to be bound together for eternity. There was a moment of hesitation before she moaned and melted into him, igniting a wildfire of longing and need. Cullen deepened the kiss as he closed his arms around her, pouring every ounce of possessiveness and caring into it that he could.
Salem’s arms wrapped around his neck, her fingers playing with his hair as a soft whistle escaped her lips. It was almost lost in the intensity of their connection. Each passing moment, he could feel her doubts and insecurities dissipating. He rested his forehead against hers, their breath mingling in the heated space between them.
“You feel it too, don't you? The pull. The need,” he said in a husky voice, heavy with desire and tinged with the unspoken promise of what lay ahead.
She nodded, her eyes glazed over with raw hunger. "I don't know what this is," she admitted in a whisper.
Cullen felt a flicker of frustration wash over him. The mating bond demanded surrender—a surrender that he knew Salem would be reluctant to give. In his world, alphas took what they wanted, even reluctant mates, but he was mindful she was not a she-wolf and was instead a well-trained and fearless warrior. He had no doubt he could win in a physical confrontation, but instinct said it was better to persuade than to conquer.
"I don’t think we can fight our connection. Can’t you feel it? We are meant to be together."
Salem’s eyes searched his for any sign of doubt or deception. Finding none, she exhaled softly, releasing the tension in her body. "I don’t want to believe you," she confessed, “but I do.”
Cradling her face in his hands, he looked deeply into her eyes. "There is no reason for you not to believe me. I will never lie to you, even when I know what I say may piss you off royally.”
He probably should have said that last part romantically, but he sensed Salem needed something that would make her laugh, and she did.
Salem sucked in a sharp breath and smiled, her eyes drifting up to his lips. The connection was so strong between them that it was almost palpable. Reaching up, Cullen fisted her hair, tilting her head back as his lips collided with hers in a fiery kiss, hesitating only a moment before his tongue traced the seam of her lips, demanding that she yield. When she did, his tongue tangled with hers, sliding along and around, tasting and probing.
The kiss was profound, releasing all of the pent-up sexual energy that had been boiling to the surface. Suddenly the sleep shirt she’d been wearing and the sweatpants he’d had on were in the way and they began removing the offending items, tossing them on the ground. Sweeping her up in his arms, Cullen carried Salem to his bed, laying her out before joining her there.
There was a frenzy of need, a primal hunger that was all consuming. The heat of their passion fueled the flames that licked at their skin, baring a trail that could consume everything in its path, including both of them. As their lips molded and melted against each other, a symphony of moans and sighs filled the air. There was an urgency and yet a tenderness to their movements, driven by a yearning so powerful it eclipsed rational thought. Their hands roamed over each other’s body, exploring every inch of skin and sending shivers down one another’s spines.
The need to dominate and claim her was almost overwhelming, but Cullen fought down his more feral urges and delved his fingers into her hair, tugging it gently as he claimed her mouth. The taste of her lips, soft and pliant beneath his own, fueled his desire, leaving him hungry for so much more. Salem reciprocated with an equal fervor, her nails digging into his back as he covered her body with his. At last, she was where she belonged, naked and beneath him in his bed. The sweet scent of lust hung heavy in the air, and it was intoxicating.
A flicker of uncertainty crossed her face before being replaced by a resolute determination. "I want this," she breathed against his mouth, her voice husky with desire. "I want you."
With those words, any remnants of doubt or hesitation vanished into thin air. Their bodies seemed to fuse together in a dance as old as time itself. Pleasure washed over them in wave after unrelenting wave. Cullen settled between her legs, making a place for himself, lining his hard cock up with her entrance. She was so wet and ripe.
With a primal growl, Cullen thrust into her depths, relishing the tightness that enveloped him. The sensation was electric, sending jolts of ecstasy coursing through his veins. They were no longer two separate entities, but one, forged in the flames of desire.
Her legs wrapped around him, pulling him deeper inside as if urging him to explore the uncharted territories of her pleasure. Cullen was more than happy to oblige, setting a pace and rhythm that matched that of their heartbeats. Every thrust brought them both closer to the precipice, to the edge where bliss and oblivion merged.
The bed beneath them groaned, as if struggling to contain the intensity of their passion. Moans and gasps echoed through the empty room, mingling with the sound of their skin slapping against one another.Their bodies moved with an innate synchrony; a harmony born from an eternal longing that seemed to transcend mere physicality. They were lost in a world of sensation and longing, where time ceased to exist, and nothing mattered but the pleasure they could bestow upon each other.
Salem’s nails dug into his back, leaving crescent-shaped imprints on his skin as she arched against him, desperate for more. She tossed her head back, innocent of the tempting target she offered, unaware that he longed to sink his teeth into her in a savage bite that would leave behind a sign that she had been claimed and belonged to him, but he resisted. He might be an alpha male wolf, but she was his equal, the one she-wolf who would stand beside him for all time.
Reaching between their bodies, he teased her swollen clit with his thumb. Her body tensed as her pussy trembled all up and down his length, her walls clenching with a voracious hunger that matched his own. The temperature in the room rose to an almost unbearable heat as sweat beaded on their foreheads and made their skin glisten in the moonlight that shone through the windows. The powerful scent of sex flooded the air. The walls of her pussy convulsed, making it harder with every thrust to drive to the end of her core. It was like a siphon squeezing his length, begging him to fill her up.
"Fuck, Cullen. This is so good," she moaned.
Her words only fueled the fire that was coursing through his veins, pushing him further into a state of primal lust. Cullen worried that he might lose control and succumb to the powerful rhythm of their bodies—her moans intertwining with his groans as they created a symphony of pleasure that reverberated through the walls. If tomorrow Shaw told him their passion had shaken the walls of the manor itself, he wouldn’t doubt him.
"Take my cock, Salem. Take all of it,” he groaned.
Gripping her hips tighter, his fingers dug into her flesh as he pounded into her—harder, deeper. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, drowning out any semblance of rational thought. It was as if they’d entered a realm where only their desire and need mattered, where the only goal was to push each other to the pinnacle of ecstasy.
With every stroke, he could sense and feel her unraveling beneath him. Her body trembled, her breath hitched, and he knew she was teetering on the edge. He wanted nothing more than to see and feel her come undone, if only to erase any last vestiges of doubt that they belonged to one another.
Increasing the pressure on her swollen clit with his thumb, he circled it in teasing motions that elicited a throaty moan that seemed to come from the depths of her soul. Her muscles tightened around him, drawing him in further as if begging for release. And when Cullen finally granted her wish, it was like an explosion ripped through them both.
Her back arched up as a primal scream escaped her lips as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her body. Cullen watched as he rode out her climax, feeling her writhe beneath him, her nails leaving red trails down his back. Her orgasm triggered Cullen’s release as his balls drew up tight, and he made a final thrust, burying himself in her depths as a torrential flood consumed them completely.
He filled her up but wanted—no needed—to keep fucking her, continuing to fill her with his seed. He knew it would not take root as she was not wolf—yet. Cullen could see his wolf stalking back and forth, howling in satisfaction tinged with a demand to claim her fully, inflicting a claiming bite that would force her into transition as he breached her with his knot. In this, he and his wolf were in lockstep. Cullen could feel what the wolf within wanted; he wanted it, too.
And he would have it and her, regardless of what anyone thought about it—including Salem. He was willing to give her some time, but he would never give her up.
CHAPTER 13
