My Will was still riding my senses. It hadn’t fully receded; it was still in me, crackling like lightning that hadn’t found a place to land.
Goddess help me, I wanted that place to be her, but I stepped back, not wanting to crowd her.
Rowen didn’t move at first, didn’t speak, and then with her own wildness brimming in her gaze, I stepped forward, grabbed her hips, turned her, and bent her over the edge of the desk. I unbuttoned her pants and, in one rough motion, I yanked them down her legs.
I heard her moan—it wasn’t in protest. It wasdesperate. Her scent filled the room, thick with the same need burning in my veins.
My hand wrapped around the back of her neck, not tight, justthere, grounding her, and I pushed inside—fast, deep, all at once.
She gasped, her back arching, her moan low, guttural.
“Fuck, Rowen,” I growled into her shoulder. “I need this. Needyou.” My hips moved against her soft ass as I fucked into her. “I’ve never been like this…”
I could barely breathe.
I moved hard, fast, hips snapping against hers like I couldn’t stop, like my body was chasing something only her sweet, tight pussy could give me.
And she gave it. Her body moved against mine, meeting me, thrust for thrust. Her fingers gripped the edge of the desk, using their hold to push back against me.
To take me.
All of me.
Her nails scraped across the desk. With her cheek pressed to the wood, she looked so fucking beautiful. So fucking mine.
My wolfhowledin my chest, clawing for her, and I saw her reach up and bare her throat, begging for my bite, and I almost came right then at her submission.
My wife.
My beautiful mate.
She was panting, begging for the release she knew only I could bring. My hand gripped her neck tighter as I picked up speed, hammering into her soft, supple body, relishing the slick feel of her as she tightened around my cock.
“Wolfe…”
I dropped my hand from her hip to her pussy, my finger rubbing across where she needed me most, and Rowen called out as her body tensed, her pussy tightening its grip as she came while I fucked her.
It was over fast. This wasn’t lovemaking, it wasn’t even sex. It was the need to fuck.
I slammed into her one final time, groaning low in her ear as I emptied myself, my teeth grazing her skin as my body folded over hers, chest heaving against her back.
We stayed like that, both of us shaking, breathing hard. Slowly, I moved my hand from her neck to her waist, then down to her thigh, just resting there.
No words were spoken as we caught our breath. Just heat. Heartbeats. The bondsimmering, still incomplete, butalive.
Finally, I stepped back, fixed my clothes, and helped her to stand. Bending down, I pulled up her pants and helped her dress.
Only then did I speak—my voice low and rough and sure. “I don’t know what that was,” I admitted. “It’s never been like thatbefore.” I felt it was necessary for her to know that. Know that this wasn’t usual for me to react like that when using my Will. “I needed it. Needed you.” She’d been fixing her clothes, but she looked up at me and nodded, once, in understanding. “You too?”
“Yes… It must be a mate thing,” she mused quietly. “But if you’re worried you can’t control it?—”
“I’m not.”
We held each other’s stares. Rowen didn’t look away, though I saw her slight frown. “We have a lot to learn about us, the bond, being mates.” She swallowed. “But we don’t have time,” she added truthfully. “Are you feeling…better?”
I nodded. “Now I can face them.”
She looked up at me and brushed my jaw with her fingers. “Then go,” she told me softly. “Be the alpha they need.” She reached up and kissed me, gently, just once. “You have what you need.”
