An animal lost to her instincts.
And while a part of me knows this should truly concern me, I can’t help giving into it.
I kiss Tieran.
I sink my teeth into his lip to make him bleed.
And I swallow the aftermath of our mingled essences.
He growls.
I growl back.
And our frenzy turns into animalistic insanity.
He’s brutal.
I’m feral.
Our beasts are mating through our skin, the wolves driving us toward a rapture that will probably kill me.
I don’t care.
I chase after it.
And he chases me.
He drives me forward.
He destroys me.
Heownsme.
His palm squeezes my throat, cutting off my airway, demanding I look at him and beg him to release me with my eyes.
But he doesn’t.
Instead, he fucks me harder.
Then he roars as he reaches the precipice of his climax, and exquisite agony shoots into my core.
I scream, the unexpected penetration sharp and sending me spiraling into a darkness I can’t navigate without light.
It’s terrifying.
It’s amazing.
It’s melting me from the inside out.
Air fills my lungs, Tieran forcing me to breathe. Sensation hits me in my belly and ripples out to my limbs, leaving me a writhing, crying mess beneath him.
But it’s a good feeling.
Like I’ve been ripped apart and put back together again.
As though I’ve finally become one with my wolf.
He’s still shuddering on top of me, his lips whispering reverently over mine.
