Moans escape our lips, harmonizing with the pulsating rhythm of our hearts. The air crackles with electricity, charging the atmosphere as we surrender to the primal, hungry need of our wolves.
Every thrust sends shockwaves through me, propelling us closer to the edge of blissful oblivion. Time stands still—a fleeting moment suspended in the abyss of ecstasy.
Her breath hitches. Our eyes locked in a ravenous gaze.
“Do it. Mark me as yours,” Emily moans as her muscles tighten and clench around me. The serum that will forever imbue her with my scent drips down my extending canines.
Emily screams out her release as she comes undone. I plunge my canines into her marking spot as she shatters completely.
A surge of euphoria, unlike anything I have ever experienced before, crashes into me and I empty inside her. We cling to each other, bodies trembling as we ride the aftershocks of our mating.
The world fades away, leaving only the burning embers of our primal connection. I sense her feelings more clearly: a profound sense of contentment, a deep satisfaction, and a peacefulness that permeates her being. And now I feel it too.
For the first time since I lost my sister, I feel whole.
“I love you,” I murmur again, because once isn’t enough.
She smiles, blinking up at me with glassy eyes. “I love you too. Sorry it took me a minute to be ready.”
“I would have waited for as long as you needed. But damn, am I relieved that you got there sooner rather than later,” I say as I lick over her marking bite, helping it heal quickly. “My wolf was getting feral.”
Emily giggles before rolling us over so that she is straddling me. “Maybe he’ll feel better when I mark you too,” she says as she grinds her hips again. My cock, still inside her tight pussy, hardens immediately. She slowly rocks against me, working both of us back up until I can’t handle the slower pace for a moment longer.
“Try him,” I dare her, gripping her hips and guiding her movement. I slam my hips upwards, pulling her down hard on my cock, rough and desperate, until she is coming all over me again. I slide off the bed, holding her to me as I press her against the wall. In this position, our height difference matters less. I fuck her hard, reveling in her moans until she opens her mouth wide, baring her extended canines.
Her teeth sink into the curve of my shoulder, and I’m flooded with ecstasy. I come hard, shouting her name, feeling every piece of my soul lock into place with hers. My cumdrips out of her as I unload for a second time. I kiss her softly, a contrast to the hard fuck we just had.
When I draw back, I see every part of my future and how it involves her.
“I didn’t think it was possible to feel like this,” Emily whispers.
“I didn’t think you were possible. You’re still too good to be true, but you're all mine and I'll never stop trying to be worthy of you.”
Later, after we’ve showered and eaten, I pull her into my lap on the couch, wrapping my arms around her like I never want to let go. Because I don’t.
“We still have a lot to figure out,” I admit. “We haven’t found Katie yet. And now that we know what The Keepers might be involved in…” I trail off, tension creeping in.
Her eyes shine with unshed tears, but this time, they’re not from pain. They’re from purpose. From power.
“We’ll find them, Jackson,” she says, her tone and her convictions firm. “We’re going to bring them home. Katie. Camille. All of them. We’re going to take this whole operation down and make sure no she-wolf is hurt or taken ever again.”
I cling to her. Emily’s information has given us a lot of direction, but it’s tough investigating without drawing attention to what we are doing.
But we’ll figure it out. We have to.
The End
Epilogue
Emily
Two weeks later.
“Can I see yet?” Jackson calls through our bedroom door, his voice muffled, impatient, but playful.
Sofia lets out a soft, nervous laugh beside me. Her usually wild hair is tamed into big bouncy curls and swept into a high ponytail. Sleek and fierce like the warrior she is, but the tremor in her fingers betrays how tightly she’s wound. Her breaths are slow and deliberate. She hasn’t said it outright, but I know what tonight means to her. And what it could change.
“Five minutes!” I shout back at Jackson, giggling to myself at his impatience. He’s so excited about seeing me dressed up. He’s been asking about my outfit since I bought it a week ago. Teasing him with vague descriptions has been far more fun than I could have ever expected.
