Page 91 of Primal Hunger
“But don’t you think you’d stand a better chance if someone on your side could see them?” I dare. “Maybe this is how you win. I can help, Syros.”
Without a word, the Grim scoops me up out of the water, spinning me around to face him as he plops me onto his lap. A shiver works its way through me at the feel of him beneath me, and I stare up into his glowing eyes with growing curiosity.
“I will not allow you to be put in harm’s way. Not for me, not for this world.” He shakes his head with finality. “A war between monsters is no place for a human.”
I sulk, but his knuckle comes up to lift my chin, and he leans forward to press his snout to my forehead. It’s his own version of a kiss, and it melts my insides.
“Fine,” I huff. “I’ll drop it.”
For now.
I don’t plan to let it go forever.
His knuckle dips lower, tracing over my shoulder, my collarbone, the swell of my breast. He teases around my nipple, and a little whine escapes my lips. His touch lights up my nerve endings and kick starts the heartbeat between my thighs.
“You are too precious to me, Erin,” he says, gently pinching my nipple between two fingers. “So beautiful, so delicious, so completelymine.”
My thoughts cloud with lust, and I find myself nodding before I can stop it.
“I’m yours,” I mutter as he shifts beneath me, his cock pressing up against my ass.
He dips his snout lower and his tongue snakes out between his teeth, painting a lick up the column of my neck. His canines graze my skin, sending jolts of electricity through me, and my pussy throbs needily.
The few days I’ve had to go without feeling him inside me have been damn near torture, and the thought of his knot draws another whimper from my lips. He rocks his hips, the head of his cock pressing against my entrance, and his hands come around to palm my ass.
“Forever?” he asks softly, the word accompanied by a low, delicious growl.
I nod, and my eyes flutter closed. His cock presses harder against me, slowly working its way inside, and I sigh. “Forever.”
A growl rumbles in his chest as he drags my hips down and buries himself to the hilt, and I moan as his cock fills me to my limit. I expect it to feel like all the other times we’ve donethis—incredibly hot and stretching me to the point of pain—but a surge of energy bursts through me this time that I’m not expecting.
It warms my chest, blurs my mind, and fills me with a foreign power I’ve never felt before.
“Syros!” I gasp as the energy swells, and I cling to him as he picks up his pace.
Sensation overwhelms my system, and I squeeze my eyes shut, trembling from the pleasure. I haven’t even come yet, but my body is tingling with aftershocks. Something inside me snaps into place, a connection that I don’t recognize but immediately understand.
Syros.
He’s there in my mind, completely consuming me as he picks up his pace, burying himself inside me again and again. Whatever has happened, it’s bonded us together. He’s in me, beneath me, around me. He consumes me, and as I gasp a breath, his dark, musky scent fills my lungs. He’s everywhere, all at once.
When I pry my eyes open again, his skull is tipped back in ecstasy, and my gaze falls to a glowing symbol emblazoned on his chest, just to the left of dead center. It’s blood red and pulses with magic, written in some ancient language I don’t recognize.
I glance down at my own chest, and find an identical mark glowing against my pale skin. My jaw drops, but I can barely focus on anything but his pounding thrusts and his knot that’s quickly swelling and pressing against me. My pussy throbs, and I grab onto one of his shoulders for balance, grinding down on him to meet every thrust. With my other hand, I reach for my clit, rubbing frantic circles around it until I catch up to the climax I’ve been chasing.
My cry echoes through the forest, and I tremble with the release. Syros comes right after, his cock twitching before heshoves me down on his knot and locks us together. Warm cum fills me as his cock twitches with the release, the sensation enough to cause another tiny orgasm.
Then, Syros is laying back in the water, clutching me to his chest. He’s so massive that the water doesn’t rise up over his sides to reach me.
“What was that?” I gasp, tentatively touching the mark on his chest. Even as I watch, the glow begins to fade and it becomes a bright white tattoo on his skin. It stands out starkly against his fur, impossible to miss. “What is this?”
“A bond mark,” he answers, his clawed hand stroking gently up my back. “An ancient magic that connects two souls, binding them together.”
My heart flutters, and I reach for him in my mind. I can feel him there, our connection nearly tangible. “What does that mean? If you knew that would happen, you could have warned me.” I poke him in the chest.
He laughs beneath me, the movement of his chest jostling me as I cling to him.
“I did not know bonds were still possible, or that they could happen between Grims and humans,” he admits, running his fingers over my damp hair. “It has been so long, centuries, since I have seen a mate bond. If it has appeared, that means the magic still lives.”
