The praise in his voice, combined with the skilled movements of his hands, sends electricity racing through my veins. Each touch feels like worship, each kiss a benediction, every word of praise a prayer. The bond between us pulses with shared pleasure, carrying sensation back and forth until I feel overwhelmed not just by the pleasure of his fingers inside me, but the pleasure he feels watching me, his cock so hard that precum beads at the tip. Still, he holds back, waiting and watching, his desire for my pleasure stronger than his desire for his own.
When I come apart around his fingers, crying out his name, he doesn’t let me come down from the high. Instead, he positions himself at my entrance, the thick head of his cock pressing against my sensitive folds as he pulls his fingers out. Our eyes meet in the candlelight, and the love I see in his ice blue gaze steals my breath away.
“I love you,” he tells me, his voice thick with emotion. “Every part of you. Everything you are and ever have been, from the moment we met until now. My Aurora, my mate.”
I gasp as he pushes inside me, stretching me in that deliciously familiar way that makes me see stars. He fills me so perfectly, like we were made for each other—like fate knew exactly what we’d need. When he’s fully seated, he stills, pressing his forehead to mine and waiting for me to wrap my legs around his back and whimper for more.
“Please…”
“Please what, Spitfire?” Kieran asks in that deep, dominant voice that makes me melt. “Tell me what you want.”
“Make love to me,” I tell him, tears of desire pricking at my eyes. “Take me, Kieran. Show me that I’m yours.”
As he begins to move, setting a slow, deep rhythm that hits all the right spots inside me, I’m overwhelmed by the intensity of my feelings for him. This man who hurt me so deeply, yet worked so hard to earn my trust back. Who saw my true strength when I couldn’t see it myself. Who loves me exactly as I am, wolf or no wolf, by his side no matter what.
The bond thrums between us, carrying waves of emotion back and forth. I can feel his love, his devotion, his fierce pride in calling me his mate. But beneath it all, there’s still that edge of uncertainty—that fear that I’ll never fully trust him again, never let him all the way in. I can’t even tell completely how much of that uncertainty is his and how much is mine, but I know one thing: I’m done with it now.
“Kieran.” I cup his face in my hands, making him meet my eyes. “I want the bite.”
He stills inside me, his pupils blown wide with desire and shock, his hips stuttering. “Are you sure? We don’t have to?—”
“I want it.” The certainty in my voice surprises even me. “I want all of you. I want to be yours completely.”
A growl rumbles through his chest, pure manly satisfaction. “Mine?”
“Yours.” I bare my neck to him, feeling his cock pulse inside me at the submissive gesture. “Make me yours, Kieran. Complete our bond.”
His next thrust is harder, deeper, making me cry out, the headboard slapping against the wall with the strength of it. “Say it again.”
“Make me yours.” I dig my nails into his back, spurring him on. “Claim me. Mark me. Make me your mate in every way.”
His rhythm grows more demanding as his control slips. I match him thrust for thrust, taking everything he gives me and begging for more. The bond between us strengthens with eachmovement, carrying pleasure back and forth until I’m dizzy with sensation.
“Close,” he pants against my neck. “I want to feel you come around my cock when I bite you. I want to make you mine forever.”
His words send electricity through me. One of his hands finds my clit, circling it with practiced skill as he drives into me. The dual stimulation, combined with the anticipation of his bite, pushes me rapidly toward the edge.
“That’s it,” he encourages as I start to clench around him. “Come for me, Spitfire. Show me you’re ready to be mine forever.”
When the pleasure crests, it’s more intense than anything I’ve ever felt before, the orgasm lasting so long I almost feel weak with pleasure. I come with his name on my lips, my inner walls clenching around him as waves of ecstasy crash through me. Through our strengthening bond, I feel his satisfaction, his pride, his desperate need to claim me completely.
“Now,” I gasp, tilting my head to bare my throat. “Please, Kieran. Make me yours.”
His fangs lengthen as he nuzzles my neck, seeking the perfect spot. The first brush of his teeth against my pulse point makes me shiver with anticipation. Then he bites down, breaking skin, and my world explodes with sensation.
The mate bond snaps into place with the force of a thunderclap, stronger and more overwhelming than that first time in the amphitheater five years ago. But this time there’s no rejection, no pain—just pure, complete acceptance as our souls twine together. Every emotion Kieran feels floods through me: his love, his devotion, his pleasure, his arousal, his fierce joy at finally claiming me as his mate.
His hips never stop moving as his fangs remain buried in my neck, each thrust of his cock driving me higher. The pleasureis indescribable, multiplied by our completed bond until I can barely breathe. When he finally withdraws his fangs, licking the wound closed, I’m trembling beneath him.
“Your turn,” he growls roughly. “Mark me, mate. Make me yours too.”
The possessiveness in his voice makes heat pool in my belly. Gathering my courage, I lean up to bare my fangs—longer now that I can shift, deadly with my Pack Onyx venom. But I know instinctively that the venom won’t harm him; we’re meant for each other in every way.
When I sink my fangs into his throat, the bond explodes between us again. His pleasure becomes mine, his emotions flooding through me as my own crash through him. I taste his blood on my tongue, rich and masculine, marking him as mine forever.
Kieran roars as he comes, filling me with his release. The sensation of being claimed and marked by each other triggers another orgasm that seems to go on forever, pleasure spiraling higher and higher through our completed bond until it feels almost as if we’ve ascended to the heavens themselves.
When we finally come down, we’re both trembling and covered in sweat. Kieran collapses beside me, pulling me close against his chest without withdrawing from my body completely. Through our new bond, I can feel his profound satisfaction, his love, his complete contentment.
