Page 22 of Riding with the Rejected Wolf

“I’m yours,” I repeat, the words tinged with a desperate longing that surprises even me. “I’m yours.”

With a low growl of approval, Silas plunges deeper, his pace quickening, transforming our shared rhythm into something fierce and wild. Each thrust is a wave of pleasure crashing over me, his length filling me completely, igniting every nerve ending like a live wire. I cling to him, nails raking down his back, our bodies moving in perfect sync.

"Mika," he groans, burying his face in my neck. His tongue flicks across my skin. “Let me mark you. Let me claim you completely.”

The desperate need in his voice sends shivers down my spine. I can feel his breath hot against my neck, his teeth scraping delicately over my skin, hinting at the bite to come. And as he fills me again and again with his thrusts, a primal, instinctive need rises within me that I can't ignore. "Do it," I whisper, my voice trembling with a mixture of fear and excitement. "Mark me, Silas. I’m yours."

His growl transforms into a deep, guttural sound that reverberates through my entire body. He pulls back just enough to lock eyes with me, the blue depths of his irises flashing amber beneath the dim light—a sign of his shifter nature slipping through. There's no turning back now, and I don’t want there to be.

The moment his teeth sink into my neck, a mix of pain and ecstasy floods me, intensifying every sensation. I cry out, and Silas’s thrusts grow more urgent, more demanding, as he marks me, claiming me in a way that sends us both spiraling into oblivion. The pain from his bite quickly morphs into a searing pleasure that radiates through my entire body. My fingertips dig into his shoulders, anchoring myself to him as I ride the waves of sensation.

I can feel the bond snapping into place, a tether that links us in ways words could never explain. Silas's breathing becomes ragged, his rhythm erratic as he reaches his peak. With a final, shuddering thrust, we both fall over the edge, a symphony of gasps and moans filling the air. My vision blurs, consumed by the overwhelming pleasure and the stark realization that this moment has changed everything. And I’ll never be alone again.

SILAS

Don’t Ever Interrupt a Knotted Wolf

The afterglow is an electric haze, every nerve in my body still humming from the intensity of our shared climax. Mika’s chest rises and falls in sync with mine, our breath mingling in the close space between us. I want to move, but something pulls me back. Or rather, something keeps me firmly in place.

"Mika," I murmur, brushing a stray strand of hair from her sweat-dappled forehead. "Don’t freak out, OK?"

She blinks up at me, confusion clouding those sharp eyes of hers. "Freak out? Why would I—" Her sentence cuts off as she tries to shift beneath me and realizes we’re… stuck. A look of shock flashes across her face.

“What the hell?” she breathes, her eyes widening as she wiggles slightly, testing the limits.

I chuckle, though it’s more of a nervous laugh. “Yeah, uh, about that…” I start to explain, choosing my words carefully. "It's a shifter thing. Specifically, a wolf thing."

Her brows knit together. "A wolf thing? Like... knotting?" Her voice wavers slightly on the last word.

I nod, bracing for the inevitable barrage of questions. "Yeah, knotting. It’s, uh, a biological reaction. When a wolf shifter mates, there's this... attachment that forms. It's designed to ensure that our bond is sealed properly. Means we’re stuck together for a bit."

She stares at me, processing this newfound information with wide, incredulous eyes. "So, we're... stuck?"

I nod again, feeling the heat creep up my neck. "Yeah, but it’s temporary. Few minutes, max."

Her eyes narrow, and for a moment, I think she might unleash some fiery anger on me. But then, she bursts out laughing, the sound light and surprising against the intimacy of our current position. It doesn’t take long before I'm laughing too, our shared amusement cutting through any awkwardness.

"Well," she says, as her giggles subside. "Since we're stuck, might as well enjoy it."

The corners of my mouth lift into a smirk. "I like the way you think." I lean down, capturing her lips in a slow, lingering kiss. My tongue dances with hers, and my hands roam over the curves of her body, savoring every inch of this woman—my mate—who is mine. All mine.

When we come up for air, she loops her arms around my neck, giving me a cheeky smile as she looks up at me. "You know," she says, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "That bite was pretty sexy. Maybe I'll even bite you. Leave my mark so every woman sniffing around the MC knows you're mine. I’ve seen enough TV to know how irresistible bikers can be."

The possessive edge in her voice makes the knot inside her tighten. “Keep talking like that and we’ll never seperate, sweetheart.”

“Oh, yeah? The idea of me biting you turns you on?”

I grind against her. “The idea of you wanting to warn other women away turns me on.” I brush my lips over the pulse point in her neck, feeling the thrum of her heartbeat before I run my tongue of the reddened skin where I left my mark. “Tell you what. If you really want to give me one of these so it’ll last, you can give me a good bite and I’ll get it tattooed there.”

She arches an eyebrow, intrigued. "You’d really do that for me? I mean, is that something that’s OK to do?"

I chuckle against her skin. "It’s my body. I can tattoo any damn thing on it I want. And since my mark on your skin is kind of like a paranormal wedding ring, then it’s only fair that I have one too, right? Show everyone how committed to you I am." I nip at her earlobe, eliciting a shiver that runs through her entire body.

“I’m committed to you too, Silas.”

I can feel the knot gradually easing up, but I hold her closer for a moment longer. "This probably goes without saying, but I'm in love with you, Mika," I say, my voice uncharacteristically soft. "And now that you're mine, I'll spend the rest of my life making sure you never spend another day feeling like you need to run. No more aliases, no more hiding. Just us—together."

Her eyes glisten, and she touches my cheek, her fingers brushing through my beard. "I never thought I'd find someone who'd make me feel safe just by being there. But you...you've changed everything, Silas. You've given me a reason to stop running."

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