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“Should?”

Now it was my turn to blush as embarrassment heated my neck. “I’ve never done this before.”

Her eyes went molten. “You mean I get to take your cherry just like you took mine? That’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever heard.”

“You are the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen, so I guess we’re even. Now, lie back on the bed and let me make you mine in every single way.”

She obeyed eagerly, her body flushed with desire as she moved up the bed and crooked her finger, summoning me. I crawled up her, leaving a trail of kisses and little love bites until I’d explored every inch of her perfect form. She was breathless and squirming by the time my lips met her throat.

A little gasp left her, and I stilled as my cock nudged her entrance. Following her gaze, I looked over my shoulder and chuckled as I saw the voyeur had joined us.

“I guess he enjoyed our last performance and is back for a repeat,” I said with a chuckle, returning my attention to her.

“Do you care?” she asked. “This is supposed to be about us.”

“If it turns you on this much, I have no problem with showing him what it looks like when I claim my mate.”

“Then do it, Noah. Claim me.”

I thrust deep, the sensation already overwhelming because of the link between our minds. I felt everything, the stretch, the burn, her absolute pleasure in addition to my own. “Oh, God, Sunday,” I groaned.

“It’s so intense. I can’t believe we haven’t been doing it like this all this time.”

I stared hard at the woman I loved, watching her eyes glaze over as need took her closer to climax already. I was doing that to her. I was giving her everything I had. I’d never stop.

“Are you ready?”

“So fucking ready,” she moaned, raking her nails down my back and pulling my hips deeper against hers.

“Slowly, dove. I need this to last.” I rocked into her, then pulled out to the tip before sinking fully into her once more. Then, hovering over her, held up by my elbows, I lowered my lips to her throat and allowed myself to take from her. I fed deeply, her walls fluttering around me as she came, my own release charging forward, desperate to be given permission to crest. The sound of hoofbeats filled my mind, surprising me, but I was so far gone to the pleasure, I dismissed it as her heartbeat thundering in my ears. Intent only on the feel of her and staving off my release. I couldn’t come yet. We weren’t done.

Tearing my mouth from her neck, I reached for the bedside table where the room had provided exactly what I needed to finish this process. A small blade glinted in the candlelight. I grabbed the cool metal and sliced across my chest, just over my heart, blood immediately welling to the surface. The knife clattered to the floor as I brought her to a sitting position, the change bringing her onto my lap and pushing me even deeper inside her perfect warmth.

“Drink from me, Sunday. Be mine.”

She licked her lips, her eyes shining with hunger that echoed through our bond. I’d feared she might not be into this part, but I shouldn’t have worried. My little wolf had a taste for blood. She trailed her tongue up my torso, following the path of the blood that had spilled and driving me wild with need.

“Fuck yes, Sunday. Take me.”

My hips drove up into hers as she latched onto the small wound, a moan of appreciation vibrating in her throat. Her thoughts reached me, her voice as clear in my mind as if she’d whispered in my ear.

Noah, you taste so good. Like a wine made from smoke and berries and spice. All of my favorite things.

And then the word that sent me careening over the edge.

Mine.

I roared her name, my hands fisting in her hair and holding her in place as my body shuddered with the intensity of my release. I poured myself into her, leaving every drop of my seed deep inside her, where it belonged. I felt it the instant the bond snapped into place. My heart swelled and linked to hers, our souls forever joined, and I knew nothing would ever be the same now.

Until this moment, I’d lived solely for myself. And now, I existed only for her.

We came down together, breathing heavily, and most importantly, hearts beating together. We lay still joined together in the bed, sheets stained with our blood, the air scented with sex and filled with more contentment than either of us had ever known.

“I felt it,” she said. “The bond.”

“So did I. You’re mine forever, Sunday Fallon. I’m never letting you go.”


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