“Just yours,” I agree, leaning down to kiss him as I grind down onto his cock until my thighs tremble. The change in angle makes us both moan. “No one else will ever have me, Kieran.”
He kisses down my neck, sucking marks into my skin. “I want everyone to know who you belong to. I want them to see my marks on you, know that you’remymate, that this is my pussy, my woman.”
The possessiveness in his voice should scare me, but instead it makes me burn hotter. He feels so good inside me, stretching me wide, claiming me completely. Knowing that he wants to show me off only makes me that much hotter for him.
When my thighs start to shake from exertion, he flips us again. This time he hooks my legs over his shoulders, folding me nearly in half as he drives into me so hard and fast that I gasp, our bodies coming together effortlessly.
“Look at how flexible you are,” he groans, pressing deeper than ever. “Taking me so deep like this. Can you feel me, Spitfire? Feel how deep my cock is inside you?”
I can only whimper in response. Every thrust hits that perfect spot inside me, making pleasure build higher and higher.
“That’s it,” he encourages. “Let go for me. I want to feel you come on my cock again, Spitfire.”
His thumb finds my clit, circling it in time with his thrusts. The overwhelming sensations, combined with his words push me over the edge. I come with a cry of his name, my inner wallsclenching and pulsing around him as he drives deep inside me with sharp, fast thrusts.
He follows soon after, spilling deep inside me with a roar of possessiveness. This time when he collapses on top of me, neither of us moves to separate. He stays buried inside me as we trade lazy kisses, both of us reluctant to break our connection, the wet spot building between us.
“Stay with me tonight?” he asks against my lips. “Please? I need to hold you while I sleep.”
The vulnerability in his voice makes my chest ache. “Yes.”
We fall asleep still tangled together, his cock softening inside me, his arms holding me close. Whatever tomorrow brings, whatever challenges we face, at least we’ll face them together.
As it always should have been.
Chapter 33
Aurora
That same old familiar pull in my blood grows strong with each step I take into Pack Onyx territory. Kieran stays close behind me as we make our way through what remains of my ancestral home, his presence steady and comforting. Just in case the fae return, he’ll be here with me to fight—and despite everything that’s happened between us, I’m grateful he’s here.
Some things shouldn’t be faced alone.
The ruins feel different now from when we first explored them. Maybe it’s not that they’re different, but that I am—no longer running from who I am or what I might find here. The broken walls and crumbling buildings seem to pulse with a strange energy, as if the land itself is waking up to my presence. Even the air feels charged with memory and magic.
“There’s something different about the magic here this time,” Kieran says, his nostrils flaring as he scents the air. “It’s stronger and more focused than before. Like it’s responding to something inside you.”
I trail my fingers along a weathered stone wall, then glance up toward broken and splintered wooden rafters. “I can feel it too. It’s like this land is trying to tell me something, like it didn’t quite finish what it had to say last time.” Images flashthrough my mind—fleeting glimpses of people walking these streets, children playing, pack members greeting each other. My heart aches at what I almost had, what was cruelly torn from me. “Show me,” I whisper to the stones beneath my feet. “Show me what happened here. Tell me what you want me to know.”
The world shifts around us, colors bleeding and swirling like watercolors in the rain. When they settle, I’m no longer standing in ruins but in a thriving pack village. The buildings are whole, the streets bustling with life.
“Are you seeing this?” I ask Kieran, reaching for his hand. “Do you see them this time?”
He squeezes my fingers. “Yes. The magic is stronger now. The memories you’re awakening are crying out to be seen.”
We watch as shifters pass through us like ghosts, their faces both strange and familiar. A group of children race past us, laughing and tumbling, some of them shifting into wolves. The sight causes a sharp pain in my chest—this could have been my childhood, if everything had been different.
Then I see them.
A woman with ash blonde hair and mismatched eyes—one blue and one amber, just like mine. She’s walking hand in hand with a tall man who has salt and pepper curls, his smile loving as he gazes over at her. On his shoulders is a small child with the same eyes as her mother.
Me. Those are my parents. I even remember being on his shoulders just like that.
“Mom,” I whisper, my voice breaking. “Dad.”
Kieran’s hand is all that anchors me here.
The scene shifts, following them as they walk through the center of the square. My mother’s laugh rings out clear as bells as my father says something that makes her smile. The sound echoes in my stomach, awakening something deep inside methat I didn’t even know was sleeping. I feel a longing so sharp and deep that it could consume me.
