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Escape what?
Being torn apart by pleasure. Overwhelmed by inconceivable euphoria.
Of dying from this.
A sharp breath catches in my lungs, and I’ve almost got my mouth around the words. “Rafe, please—”
But somehow, Rafe says the exact thing I need to hear.
“Go on, Omega. Come for your alpha.”
His words—his very voice, it seems—are the key to my undoing.
And Iamundone.
And yes, I die a little. I die with each stroke of Rafe’s fingers, each pulse of his knot. I die every time my muscles clamp down—not on nothing—but on my alpha’s knot. I die as my own spasming orgasm brings about Rafe’s.
And we die when he roars so loud the windows shatter.
We die when his sharp canines sink into the meaty part of my shoulder.
And we die when the oldest wolf magic we have sizzles across my skin right where he bit me, marking me as his mate forever.
Chapter9
Even bottomless pits get nervous
Rafeand I collapse into a post-coital coma right in the middle of the living space. We didn’t even make it to the nest.
Later, I wake confused about why my shoulder is sore and kind of burny-itchy. I stretch it as much as I can from under Rafe and lift my head enough to see Jonah in the kitchen making a ridiculous amount of sandwiches.
I shove Rafe’s heavy arm off me and get to my feet. Miraculously, without waking him.
“Hungry?” I ask, eyeing the tower of sandwiches.
Except the stack of sandwiches isn’t for Jonah. I know it as soon as I ask the question. They’re for me, and presumably Rafe, whenever he wakes up.
I know this because I’m overwhelmed by how ravenous I suddenly am. Hungrier than I’ve ever been. Hungrier than seems possible, as if I’d never had a proper meal and I’d just run seven Wild Hunts.
I stalk to the island without bothering to grab a sheet to cover myself, and before I know it, I’ve eaten an entire turkey sandwich. No breathing.
“Here,” Jonah says as he puts a sandwich in each hand.
I stack them one on top of the other and go to town, asking what the fuck is happening with my eyes and face because my mouth is busy.
“I hear it’s a side effect of traditional claiming. I don’t know for sure since no one in my pack has done them in decades, but I’m pretty sure.”
Oh really?Again, eye-asking.
“Yup. Apparently, that bit of magic on your shoulder takes a lot of energy to create. Personal energy from both you and Rafe.”
I twist myself around trying to see it, but I can’t make out much other than a bit of glittering light. Eventually, I give up and focus on replenishing that energy by making a gimme hand at Jonah, who promptly plops another sandwich into my waiting palm.
“Go on and eat your fill,” Jonah says and steps away from the island. “I’m gonna take a shower before Rafe gets up and claims that, too.”
I scrunch my nose at him and shake my head, wanting him to stay with me.
“You only napped for a little while. I need to, uh…” Jonah glances purposefully at his junk. “Relieve some pressure.”
