Page 194 of Cursed Bonds: An Alpha's Destiny

“Claim me, Jace,” I said. “Fuck me and claim me.”

With a snarl, he thrust his hips forward, burying his full length within me. I cried out, jaw dropping open as I came, body shuddering and convulsing. I’d never orgasmed so fast in my life, and he was just getting started. An excited fear overcame me as he slammed in and out of me, faster and faster with each thrust.

Jace kissed me, moaning and growling into my mouth as he impaled me with his cock. I twined my fingers into his hair and lifted my hips to meet his, sucking at his tongue greedily.

Another orgasm was already building, fed by my magic. Jace gripped my shoulders and pulled me onto his cock, driving my body down as his hips pressed forward. I basked in the ecstasy of being taken, the carnal and animalistic way he was fucking me so erotic that I couldn’t imagine anything better.

“Harder,” I moaned, already tipping over the edge of another climax. “Harder, Jace.”

He did as he was told, crashing into me so hard that our skin slapped together, the pop-pop-pop of flesh on flesh echoing through the room.

“Fuck!” I cried out, drawing the word out as I came again.

“Yes,” Jace grunted. “Come for me, baby. You’re so sexy when you come for me.”

My eyes rolled back, and I slid my hands along the muscles of his chest, tracing patterns in the sweat that coated his skin. I surrendered, letting go of everything, even my magic. Power swirled in the air. Jace must have felt it, too, because he let out a howl that sounded more like his inner wolf than his human side. It was glorious and amazing. I felt like I was being devoured in the most pleasurable way I could imagine.

Jace rolled me over and entered me from behind, reaching around to massage my clit as he fucked me. I lost track of the number of orgasms crashing through my body. When he took a handful of my hair and pulled, the sweet ache in my scalp sent me into another blissful explosion.

“Oh my god,” I mumbled. “Jace, you’ve got to come. I can’t take any more.”

“Say it,” he hissed, still slamming into me. “Say you want me to claim you. Say it again.”

“Claim me, Jace!” I screamed out as yet another orgasm rocked my body.

A moment later, he bit into my shoulder, and my eyes snapped wide open. His teeth piercing my flesh should have been agonizing, should have made me cry out in pain or for help. Instead, a warm surge of magic flooded my body and mind, more powerful and pleasurable than anything that had happened so far.

Jace, teeth still latched onto my shoulder, cried out, and I felt his cock spasm inside me, coming hard, his movements slowing until he collapsed on my back. He wrapped his arms around me, folding my body in an embrace as whatever magical spell his bite had initiated flowed across us both, sealing us together for the rest of our lives. It was like lightning and fire flooding into my veins, and I had to remind myself to breathe. My magic surged and swirled madly, as though whatever change was taking place within me was somehow feeding that part of me.

“Jace, it’s amazing,” I breathed. “Do you feel it?”

“I do,” he said and kissed my ear. “It’s the best feeling in the world.”

When I caught my breath and the strange sensation of the claiming bite subsided a bit, I rolled over, nuzzling into his chest, basking in the happiness of knowing I was his and he was mine.

Forever.

Chapter 24

Jace

When I woke the next morning with Kirsten in my arms, I didn’t think life could get any better. My body ached from exhaustion, but it was a pleasant ache. After I’d claimed her, we’d napped, then woke again late in the afternoon and took each other again, this time slow and sensual. After a quick dinner, we went at it again. My wolf couldn’t get enough of her, and Kirsten’s magic urged us both on to seal the promise we’d made to each other.

My contentment didn’t last long. As Kirsten and I ate breakfast, a weird pall settled over me. I did my best to ignore it as I waited for Langston to show up to discuss the coming week’s training schedule, but I couldn’t shake it. Kirsten appeared to be feeling something similar. She stared off into space, her spoon of cereal hovering before her lips.

“Are you good?” I asked.

She blinked and looked at me, snapping out of whatever reverie she’d been in. “What?”

“You okay, babe? You were zoned out there.”

“Yeah,” she said. “Something’s sort of… off. I don’t know how else to explain it. Do you notice it, too?”

A tickle of worry crawled up the back of my neck like a spider skittering toward my hairline.

“I do, but I don’t know what it is,” I said. “It could be that you’re just sensing what I am. When mates are claimed, they can start to feel what the other feels.”

Kirsten put her spoon down and gave me a quizzical look. “Is it from you claiming me, then? Does that cause a… I don’t know, a weirdness afterward that you’re feeling, and it’s bleeding over to me?”

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