“Say it,” he demands, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “Say who owns you.”
I squeeze my eyes shut, shaking, my body burning, my wolf howling ecstatically. The desk bites into my palms. My lips part, the words poised on them, waiting.
Seth’s growl suddenly reverberates against my back, dark and certain, as he finally moves with resolve, showing me exactly what he promised—teaching me, with every consuming thrust of his power, who I belong to. The desk groans beneath us as his weight pins me, his fingers still tangled in my hair. His voice scrapes against my ear, rough and commanding.
“Tell me, Selene. Who owns you?”
My lips tremble, the words clawing their way out through gasps and broken cries. “You do…Yes, you.”
My admission tears something loose in him. His chest presses harder against my back, the heat of him consuming me, and when he pushes inside me again, my body shatters.
I sob against the wood, my entire frame convulsing as white-hot pleasure flares within me so violently, it nearly knocks the breath out of my lungs.
He growls, low and gruffly, forcing himself deeper. “Starved,” he snarls, his breath ragged. “I’ve been starved of you. And now”—his hips snap forward, driving into me with brutal precision—“you can’t hide from me anymore.”
Every thrust is relentless, each one shaking the desk, wringing sound after sound out of me until I’m keening, clawing at the polished wood for purchase. My body clenches around him again and again, pulled into another climax before I can even catch my breath from the last one.
“That’s it,” he hisses, his pace ruthless. “Two…three…I’ll tear every release out of you until you never forget what you ran from.” His hand tightens in my hair, pulling my head back so I can feel his lips at my ear. His voice is rough, almost broken. “Do you have any idea how much it hurt, Selene? Weeks of you avoiding me. Pretending I didn’t exist.”
The words burn worse than his thrusts, shredding through me, raw and honest.
“But now,” he snarls, driving into me harder, “now you break for me. Over and over. Because you know, deep down, that you were always mine.”
The tempo increases, no longer measured but ruthless. Each snap of his hips slams me against the desk, the sound of skin and wood colliding echoing through the room. His body moves with brutal rhythm, hard and fast, until my lungs can’t keep up, until all I can do is cry out with every punishing stroke.
The noises spilling from me are helpless, wanton—sharp cries that melt into moans, broken whimpers swallowed by the wood pressed against my cheek. My throat is raw from the sounds tearing out of me, but I can’t stop him. I don’t want to.
He feels impossibly deep, thick, stretching me completely. With each driving stroke, the air is punched from my lungs, heatcrackling through my veins, my body tightening around him as if desperate to hold him there and never let him go.
“Listen to you,” he growls into my ear, his pace still unrelenting, sweat dripping down his temple to streak my cheek. “You like this. You love it. My cock splitting you open—you’re taking everything I give you.”
A throaty moan escapes me at his words, my body bucking back against him, meeting him with the same crazed hunger. The desk rattles beneath us, my palms slipping on the polished wood as wave after wave of pleasure shreds me.
Every thrust drives me closer to the edge again, my cries breaking louder, sharper, my body convulsing as I give myself over to the ferocity of it all—enjoying it, craving it, burning alive in it.
My scream echoes off stone as my body shudders violently around him. My thighs tremble, my vision whites out, and it feels like fire is licking through my veins. I’m wrecked, undone, coming hard on him as my wolf howls in triumph.
He roars at the same moment, a savage sound that shakes his chest against my back. His thrusts grow rougher, deeper, frantic, until he buries himself fully and goes still, pressing me flat to the desk as his release finally comes.
I feel it—the sharp pulse, the hot spill, his body shuddering as he empties himself inside me. His growl is raw, primal, vibrating through my bones. For a moment, there is nothing but the sound of our ragged breathing, and all I can feel is sweat and exhaustion and the brutal beating of my heart. Our sweat-slicked bodies are locked together, trembling as the last aftershocks claim us both.
Then, Seth moves. His grip tightens around my waist, picking me up off the desk as if I weigh no more than a feather. My limbs are limp, boneless from release, but he doesn’t give me a chance to recover. In two strides, he’s at the bed, tossing me onto the mattress with a controlled roughness that knocks the breath out of me.
I barely have time to blink before he’s climbing on after me, his big body prowling over mine, his mouth finding the hollow of my throat, his hands braced on either side of me.
His eyes catch mine—dark, burning, intent.
“We’ve got a lot of catching up to do,” he murmurs, his lips brushing the words into my skin, more promise than threat.
A moan spills out of my mouth as his mouth trails lower.
And then, the world narrows to heat and need yet again—until all thought dissolves, and there’s nothing but him.
Chapter Eleven
Seth
I lie in the darkness,Selene’s warm body draped across mine like she was made to fit there. Her head rests on my chest, her arms wrapped tightly around my waist, one leg thrown over mine in complete possession. In sleep, she clings to me.
