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Her body was open, ready to welcome me inside her. All I had to do was let go.
I was in love, enraptured, consumed by my need for her.
Her power rang inside me, running through my veins, seizing my muscles so tight that I lost control of my body, and dropped the torch.
The slow hiss as it burnt out against the stone floor was all it took to bring me back. The moment the light vanished, I cracked, the spell broken.
So quick, so brief, but enough to awaken the full strength of my wolf, rearing up the instant we were free, howling a battle cry that only sounded when we were under attack. The last time it emerged was when the Vermillion Knights hunted us in the forest, and I looked into the soulless eyes of King Cordovan.
No matter if she was our mate, we would not be tricked again.
Her hands sat on her lap, the blindfold, and gag discarded beside her like rags, not the bindings that kept her from casting her spells.
“You witch!” I snarled, my muscles snapping to attention as I leapt for her in the darkness.
I raised my hand, intent on blinding her again. Even in this total darkness, I could still see the faint outline of her.
But with all my speed and strength, she still managed to react before I reached her.
And I missed.
Chin hitched, she gasped as my hand slapped over her mouth, knocking her head back into the wall.
I fell against her body, crushing her beneath me, closing my eyes, trying to stop her from doing any more damage. But she was too quick.
One slice of her fangs on my palm, one drop of blood on her tongue, and I was lost.
Twin moans echoed in the dark, both of us shuddering as we softened into each other.
Suddenly, it was no longer about subduing her. Her sweet tongue ran over my skin, and I groaned as the scent of her need had me pressing my hand tighter, giving more.
In the faint darkness, I could see the flash of her eyes, the way she was caving under me, and how, even chained, she reached for me.
I hated her for this. I despised how good it felt to give her what she needed. I couldn’t stop my fascination, drawing closer until my forehead rested on hers. I could feel my breaths on the back of my hand. It was the only thing separating me from her lips.
I lifted my other hand to cup her face, bring her closer to me, to taste her lips like I’d needed to in the forest when I carried her back to our den. Just one taste, one kiss to know that I hated her, to prove to myself I had control of this.
But, as my hand swept up, I grazed the side of her breast, and she released me, her body shuddering, escaping my grasp to let out the most beautiful moan.
I wanted more. I needed to hear it. That sound just for me.
Against my better judgement, I removed my bleeding hand, sweeping to her shoulder to cup the back of her neck, while my other found the curve of her breast, my fingers to her nipple, swallowing soft flesh with my fingers.
“Touch me. Please,” she gasped.
I shuddered at the feel of her, the burst of her scent around me so perfect as she grew wet and hot for me. I could smell her arousal. Those sweet apples that drove me crazy every time I stood by and watched Lucien and Fillian devour her.
We watched each other in the shadows, our breaths in time as the tension that had been building within me since I first met her reached its peak.
I wanted to hold back; I wanted to stop myself. I didn’t want to give in, but when I squeezed my fingers around her nipple, she groaned, her neck stretching, and all my senses departed.
Though Fillian did not know it, exposing one’s neck was a true sign of submission. Usually, a beta or omega would submit to an alpha, but this wasn’t the case. Not with her. Because she was all alpha. The curve of her neck pushed me over the edge and had me pulling her to my body.
With the manacles before her, her shoulders were free, and I could hold her, smell her, bury my face in her neck. I drew my nose up the line of her throat, nuzzling below her ear like I had been dreaming about every time I clutched my cock and thought of her.
“Valko, more.” My name spilled from her lips again, and I softened.
This is how I would treat my mate, how I always imagined I would treat them if I ever found them. Soft, sweet, treasuring her like she deserved. I had pushed her away every day and night, but I couldn’t do it again.
