Page 130 of Bitten, Marked, Obsessed

Her teeth sink into my shoulder. Not playful. Blood wells. “Mine first,” she pants.

I pin her wrists above her head. “That a challenge?”

“Promise.” Her hips roll. “Hurry up and lose.”

The world narrows to slick skin and fevered breath. Her gasp rasps against my throat when my teeth graze her collarbone. When my mouth closes over a nipple, she arches like a drawn bowstring, a feral sound escaping her as my calloused palms haul her hips higher.

We don’t fuck gentle.Can’t.Her legs hook around me, heels digging into the small of my back as I surge into her. She’s all wet heat and ragged moans, body clenching like she wants to carve herself into my bones. Her nails rake down my spine.Harder.I oblige, slamming her back against the riverbank, the current sluicing over stone as we move—a brutal, bruising rhythm. Pebbles bite into her shoulder blades. She’s laughing through gritted teeth, furious and bright.

The moon bleaches her hair silver, turning her into something wilder than blood or bone. My hand fists in those tangled waves, pulling her head back. “I want to claim you,” I growl against her pulse. “Not just your skin. Your fuckingsoul.”

Her hips buck, desperate. “Do it.”

I drag my tongue over the swollen curve of her mating gland. She thrashes, muscles coiling. “You know what this means?” I snarl.

“Yes—” Her knees clamp against my ribs. “Stories. Laws. The way your fuckingkindhowls about it online?—”

A laugh rips out of me.Mykind. As if she isn’t teeth and claws now too. My canines break skin, the metallic tang of her blood flooding my mouth as my cock drives deeper. Kendall screams, back bowing, fingers clawing at the riverbed. Not fear. Not pain.Possession.Her teeth slam into my shoulder, mangling flesh as her legs shake around me.

Now, we are both claimed, both bonded in a way that will never be undone and now… everyone will know. I fucking love it because she's mine.

My mate. The word isn’t human. It’s a snarl from somewhere older—the rumble of tectonic plates. Our blood swirls in the water, iridescent under the moon.

She breaks first, a raw shout torn from her throat as her claws shred my back. I follow, fucking her through it, her name a litany lost to the river’s roar. The aftershocks feel like dying. Like resurrection. Her breath hitches against my ruined shoulder—a wet, fractured sound.

Forever,I'd said. The word tastes like a vow. Like a war.

We slump in the shallows. Her palm drifts across my sternum. “Mathis finds out you’ve bonded…”

“Mathis can sniff my ass at the next council meeting.”

She snorts. Drags my hand to her throat. “Guess your pack’s stuck with this Bolvi.”

The claiming marks throb in sync. “Wasn’t a pack till now. And it's ours.”

Kendall tugs my earlobe with her teeth. “Round two before the council meeting?”

I flip her into the current. Her laughter echoes.

Finest goddamn prize I’ve ever staked my claim on. Now the world’s our dominion, and the hell knows where that road might bend.