Page 170 of Glitched Fates & Stolen Mates

Kit’s mouth found my collarbone, teeth dragging across the tender flesh. Something was different—sharper. His canines pressed against me with an edge that hadn’t been there before, like blades fresh from the forge.

The bond between us pulled taut, humming with electric tension. Every molecule of my body screamed the same message: now, now, now.

“Do it,” I gasped, tilting my head to expose more of my throat. “Please, Kit—”

“Not yet.”

A whimper spilled from my lips. My eyes flew open to find him watching me with laser focus, his gaze consumed by darkness.

“Why?” The word cracked like glass.

His lips curved into something that belonged in the wild. “You haven’t screamed my name nearly enough times.”

Before I could process the threat, his hips snapped forward with bruising force. The angle drove him impossibly deeper, wringing strangled sounds from my throat. His hand claimed my cock, fingers slick and relentless as they matched his rhythm.

The combination obliterated what remained of my consciousness.

“Kit!” His name tore from my throat, pleading.

“Again.”

His thumb circled the head of my cock while he ground into that nerve cluster, and heat blazed through my core.

“Kit!”

“Louder.”

The pace turned savage. Each drive emptied my lungs, each stroke wound the spring in my core past its breaking point. The twin torment left me suspended between heaven and hell, reality condensed to flesh and friction.

His name spilled from my lips like an incantation, like the only word I’d ever known. Each syllable scraped my throat raw, but I was addicted to the sound. It fed something feral in Kit, his movements becoming hungrier, more consuming.

“Kit, Kit, Kit—”

The pressure built until I thought I might die from it, every nerve ending singing the same desperate song. Through the bond, Kit’s restraint crumbled, his own climax approaching like a storm on the horizon, unstoppable and devastating.

His teeth found my throat.

The bite coincided with the final stroke of his hand, and the world exploded.

It all hit me at once.

A holy trinity.

The exquisite tear of Kit’s teeth piercing flesh.

My cum painting liquid fire between our bodies.

The molten heat of Kit spilling inside me.

I burst into stardust.

My soul scattered across the universe, every atom singing with pure euphoria as ecstasy turned my bones to light and my blood to starfire, burning away everything that wasn’t Kit.

I reached for his face with trembling fingers, gazing into eyes that had shifted from stormy grey to something deeper—ancient amber threaded with gold, like sunlight caught in whisky. Wolf eyes in a human face.

“Kit,” I breathed. But this time, when I spoke his name, it was different. Soft with wonder instead of raw with need. Carrying the weight of everything I couldn’t say.

“Yeah,” Kit said, forehead dropping to mine. “Me too.”