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He thrusts all the way in, his knot sliding past my entrance and filling me completely. I barely have time to scream in pleasure before hebitesat the same time. And the pain sears and takes me apart, and I feel my mind flying out of my body to see us splayed there across the blankets, interlocked and entwined, my nails digging into Elijah’s taut, muscular back. And we’re not just in a little house on a lonely planet; we’re everything, and the future is spiraling out and out and out…
His growl brings me back into this intimate space between us, our hearts thundering in time with each other. I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him deeper, arching my back as he unclamps his jaws to lick at the wound, a softer growl rumbling in his chest.
And I should do the same, I know; so I release him and taste the coppery flavor of blood on my tongue as I tend to the bite mark. This is something that everyone will be able to see—the proof that he’smine, even better than the gold ring hanging on a chain around my neck.
Sparks fly where he touches the mark, like it has a life of its own. And as his tongue continues to swipe over my neck, he starts to move, his hips rolling against me, his knot keeping him lodged inside. I have to be fucked to feel better, to ease this fever raging across my skin, so I moan for him and hold him close, and we both chase our ends.
It comes quickly with the euphoria and adrenaline from the bite, and Elijah holds me close. He’s still locked inside, though—and sometimes, when I’m in heat, he’s just as stuck as I am. We could be here for hours, so I roll my neck and feel the strange new wound marking my skin as I stare at the raw bite mark on Elijah’s neck.
He lifts himself up on his arms, driving deeper inside me, and I whimper.
Not done.
I let my limbs fall open to him, putting myself on display. Holding himself up on one ropy, muscular arm, he drags his other hand down the middle of my body, between my breasts and over my stomach, his fingers finding my clit.
“Gorgeous fucking girl,” he bites out, a strand of white blonde hair falling across his forehead. “You’remine.”
“Yes,” I groan. “Yes.”
And he’s mine, too.
And I’m so damn grateful for the twists of fate that brought us together.
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Reyes & Tilda’s Story
Pack alphas are bad enough. It's just my luck I've fallen in with the worst of them all.
My life in post-Convergence Texas was always one of freedom— riding the plains and farming the land. But when my family clashes with the local shifter pack, our feud threatens to doom us all.
Because the most dangerous alpha of them all decides to claim me as his omega.
Ex-priest and Alpha Prime Reyes has demons of his own. He says my family is on the wrong side of the war, but he'll do anything to get me in his bed— and on his side. He demands my confession, but I won't let him break me, even if he’s the hottest alpha this side of the Rio Grande.
He thinks I'll find salvation on my knees, but I'm a warrior. And I’ll fight him tooth and claw until only one of us is left standing.
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“I can’t stay away from you,” he says. “And ‘what God has put together, let no man put asunder.’”
“Matthew again,” I laugh, then open my eyes to stare into his. “Gotta admit…what I want to do with you doesn’t feel holy.”
“How could this be anything but holy?” He presses a kiss to my neck, and I let out sigh. “This thing between us…” Another kiss, lower down, brushing my clavicle. “The twists of fate that brought us together…”
His fingers slide under the strap of my dress until it’s hanging off my shoulder, his tongue on my breast. I’m dangerously close to getting naked in a church—and while I’ve done a lot of bad things, this isn’t on the list. “Should we do this here?”
“I think we’re already doing it,” he says. “And I don’t think I’m going to be able to make it back to my room.”
Reyes’ lips close around my nipple as the dress falls away, and I arch against him. He’s right, of course. I’m not going to make it back to his room, either, with how wet I am. I don’t even know if I can walk. My legs feel like jelly, desperate to spread for him. The bite pulses, desperate to be licked and cared for. I don’t make any move to stop him as he reaches for the other strap of my dress to drag it down my arm, pulling me toward him with a primal growl.
“You taste just like you smell,” he murmurs against my breasts. “Mi mora.”
I file the word away to ask about later, but right now I’m not capable of forming words. I boldly reach toward his waist, and he groans against my breasts when I palm him through his jeans. “Oh God,” I breathe.
