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But I didn’t look away, not once. Not as my toes curled, my hands tightened in Wolf’s hair, my entire body shook, my release overtook every part of me, giving me a relief I had needed for far, far too long.
And then Wolf stood, his cock thick and needy with anticipation. I could do nothing but stare at him in awe.
I licked my lips. There was nothing I wanted more in that moment than to feel him inside me.
He easily adjusted me on the bed, lining up with my entrance. “Tell me you’re mine, Huntress. Tell me you belong to me, and nobody can change that.”
“Fuck, Wolf,” I begged. “I’m yours, so painfully yours.”
He slid into me, and I gasped at the feel of him, at the way he filled an empty, missing part of my soul. His sculpted chest flexed as he moved deeper, deeper, deeper until he had filled me entirely. I gripped his neck as he held my thighs around his waist.
His eyes darkened as he watched himself pull out ever so slowly, smirking at the glistening wetness, and lifted his eyes to me before thrusting back in. Hard.
I moaned, arching against the bed, but never broke eye contact—couldn't if I wanted to.
His gaze held me in a vise.
“You’re mine,” he repeated as he picked up the pace, pumping in and out with a torturous rhythm.
“Yours,” I breathed. “I’m yours.” It was all I could say. Wolf consumed every other possible thought in my mind, leaving me breathless.
He pushed forward, slipping an arm around my waist and shifting me backwards on the bed. His body covered my own, and I realized just how much I needed the feel of his skin against mine, his strong arms bracing over me, his wings covering us both, keeping us in this warm, needy cave of lust and desire.
But it wasn’t just lust. It wasn’t simply desire. Not anymore.
I needed him like I needed air. I would crawl for him if he asked. I would beg for him; he only needed to say the words.
“Careful, Huntress,” he mumbled against my mouth as he kissed me. “I can feel those pesky emotions of yours, and you’re seconds away from stripping me of all my restraint.”
“Who said I wanted you restrained?”
Wolf paused, and then—as if he had been holding back his emotions this entire time—he sent a flood of them through our bond.
And then I sawimages. Pictures of me sleeping in bed at Moira, pictures of me with my back turned to Wolf, picturesof me laughing with Ashlani, dancing with Lanson, all came crashing through our bond, followed by images of me injured and bleeding, me crawling into his lap in the forest, his teeth sinking into my skin.
Everything came crashing into my mind with such a warmth, such a deeply rooted adoration, I gasped at the physical feeling.
Wolf showed me his emotions—how he really felt about me this whole damn time.
I blinked away my tears and pulled his face back down to mine, not wanting him to see just how much his emotions affected me.
Another kiss, hungrier.
Needier.
And then he resumed the rhythm, pushing himself inside me while I arched against him, grinding my hips against his.
“Huntress,” he moaned, his entire chest vibrating. He pounded against me again. “Huntress.” Again.
He did not speak my name ordinarily; he worshipped it.
“Huntress.”
The headboard knocked against the wall.
“Huntress.”
His voice cracked.
