“Yes,” she gasps, meeting each thrust. “So deep. So full.”
I slide one hand down to circle her clit while the other plays with her breasts. Through our bond, I can feel exactly how to touch her to drive her wild. Her pleasure feeds back into mine until we’re both trembling on the edge.
“Come for me again,” I command, my voice rough. “Show everyone who you belong to, Spitfire.”
She comes with a cry of my name, her inner walls clenching around me rhythmically. I follow right after, marking her as mine all over again, sinking my teeth into her neck as I come. As we come down from our high, I gather her close, wrapping her in my arms to ward off the chill.
“Inside,” she says after a moment, tugging me back toward our quarters. “I’m not done with you yet.”
Who am I to argue with my mate? I follow eagerly as she leads me to our massive shower, steam already starting to fill the air. She pushes me under the spray, then drops to her knees in front of me.
The sight of her on her knees, water running down her perfect body, nearly makes me come on the spot. Through our bond, I feel her satisfaction at reducing me to this state of desperate need.
“My turn to play,” she says with a wicked smile, then takes me in her mouth.
The wet heat of her mouth combined with the feedback loop of pleasure through our bond is almost more than I can take. She works me with practiced skill now, knowing exactly how to driveme wild. Her tongue swirls around the head of my cock while one hand pumps the base.
“Fuck, Spitfire.” I thread my fingers through her wet hair, careful not to pull too hard. “Your mouth feels amazing.”
She hums around me, the vibrations making my knees weak. Through our bond, I feel how much she loves doing this—loves having this power over me, reducing me to desperate need.
When I’m close to the edge, she pulls off with a wet pop. “Not yet,” she says, rising gracefully to her feet. “I want you to come inside me again.”
She turns and braces her hands against the shower wall, looking over her shoulder at me invitingly. I waste no time pressing up behind her, sliding home in one smooth thrust. The bond carries waves of pleasure between us as I set a steady rhythm.
“Never get enough of you,” I pant against her neck. “I want to spend forever buried inside you, fucking you and coming in your wet heat.”
“Then take me,” she demands. “Make me yours all over again.”
I give her what she wants, pounding into her until we’re both gasping and trembling. Through our bond, I feel her getting close again. Reaching around, I find her clit, circling it in time with my thrusts.
This time when we come, it’s together, our shared pleasure echoing through the bond until we can barely stand. I have to brace us against the wall to keep from collapsing as aftershocks ripple through us both, my hips working weakly through it, my orgasm stretching out as I’m wrung dry.
Eventually we make it to bed, although sleep is the last thing on either of our minds. I take my time with her now, mapping every inch of her body with my hands and mouth. Through ourbond, I feel her rising desire match my own seemingly endless need for her.
“I love you,” I tell her between kisses. “I love everything about you. Your strength, your kindness, your fierce heart.”
“Show me,” she demands, pulling me on top of her. “Show me how much you love me.”
I do, making love to her slowly and thoroughly until we’re both completely spent. After, I gather her close, unwilling to let go even to clean up. She snuggles into my chest with a contented sigh, radiating happiness through our bond.
“I love you too,” she murmurs sleepily. “All of you. The good and the bad, the strong and the vulnerable.”
As we cuddle up close under the sheets, our bond hums with satisfaction. This is what we were always meant to be—two halves of a whole, stronger together than apart. No more running, no more denial.
Just us, exactly as fate intended.
Through our strengthened bond, I feel her dreams begin to form—memories of our journey mixed with hopes for our future. My wolf settles contentedly, finally at peace now that we have our mate exactly where she belongs.
In the morning, we’ll face whatever challenges come our way. We’ll lead our pack, fight our enemies, and build the future we envision together. But for now, we simply exist in this perfect moment, bound together in every way possible.
As sleep claims me, I send one last pulse of pure love through our bond. Her unconscious mind catches it, sending back an answering wave of affection and contentment. Even in sleep, we’re connected, our souls intertwined exactly as they were always meant to be.
This is what real strength looks like, I know now. Not the false bravado my father taught me, but this—the courage to bevulnerable, to love completely, to give yourself wholly to another person. And with Aurora by my side, I’ve never felt stronger.
Chapter 48
Aurora
