“You’re soaking me,” he mutters against my throat. “Listen to yourself. You can’t hide it.”
A wet slap fills the air as he drives back in, the sheets beneath us already ruined with how much I’m dripping.
“Fuck—you’re too big—I can’t—”
“You can. You are. You’re made for this cock.”
Tears prick at my eyes, the overwhelming stretch leaving me trembling. My pride holds me back from begging, but my body writhes beneath him, chasing more, my clit throbbing with every grind of his hips.
“Say it,” he rasps, voice guttural, restraint breaking. “Say you want me to fuck you harder.”
“No,” I choke, my defiance sharp even through my sobs.
His control snaps.
With a savage groan, Seth slams into me, the sudden force tearing a scream from my throat. His pace turns frantic, deep, relentless, every thrust brutal. The bed jerks under us, the sound of our bodies colliding sharp and wet, his cock stretching me so wide it borders on unbearable.
“You win,” he snarls against my mouth, though his hips only piston harder. “I can’t hold back—not with you.”
My walls clamp down on him, milking him, soaking him, every thrust dragging me closer to the edge.
And then, instinct takes me.
My wolf surges up, primal and unstoppable, wresting control from me. My mouth finds the curve of his shoulder, and I sink my teeth in, marking him deeply.
Seth roars, his cock slamming deep as it erupts, hot and pulsing,spilling inside me. My scream echoes against his growl, my body convulsing around his cock as he pumps his release into me, filling me until I’m overflowing.
And then, his wolf rises.
He doesn’t hesitate. Doesn’t ask. His teeth sink into my neck, piercing me as his wolf claims me back.
The second mark completes our bond. It snaps into place like lightning, electricity racing through us both, binding, sealing. The bond flares, roars, locks us together. Fire tears through every vein, every nerve.
It’s too much. Too strong. My wolf howls in triumph—but my body can’t take it.
I shatter. My vision whites out, my body collapses under him, and the last thing I feel is Seth still pulsing inside me, his teeth still in my skin, the bond blazing hot and unbreakable.
Until the darkness takes me.
Chapter Seven
Seth
I waketo warmth pressed against my chest and the scent of her filling my lungs.
For a moment, I’m disoriented—caught between sleep and consciousness, unsure where I am or what happened. Suddenly, awareness crashes over me like ice water.
Selene.
She’s curled against me, naked, her auburn hair spilled across my arm. The mate bond hums contentedly between us, stronger than it’s ever been, wrapping around my ribs like steel bands. My mark sits dark and possessive on her neck, still tender, and when I shift slightly, I feel the ache of her bite on my shoulder.
What the hell did we do?
My wolf preens with satisfaction, completely unconcerned with the chaos we’ve created. But my mind races, trying to piece together how we went from her attempting to reject me to…this.
The kiss. That desperate, consuming kiss that tasted like salvation and damnation all at once. And then, everything after. The way sheclawed at me, the sounds she made, how her body responded to mine like we were built to fit together.
My cock stirs at the memory, but I force the thought away, trying to focus. Something about last night felt wrong. Not the claiming itself, but everything leading up to it. The way my skin had burned, the fever that had taken over my mind until all I could think about was getting inside her, marking her, making her mine.
