Page 43 of Wild Wolf

He dropped his mouth to my throat, kissing the pounding pulse point, hesitating there. I knew he was thinking about the ragged tear he’d left in my skin when he’d bitten me before, but I wasn’t afraid of him. He could take what he needed from me as roughly as he liked and I’d still offer up more.

I gripped the back of his head, my fingers tightening in the short strands of his hair as I pressed my neck to his lips and tilted my hips up in the same motion, taking his cock even deeper.

Roary breathed my name against my skin, drew his cock back out of me and then drove it back in again in tandem with his teeth puncturing my throat.

I cried out, my heels digging into his ass, encouraging him deeper, harder and he gave in to me as he slammed his dick in and out of me with a feral possessiveness which had my head spinning.

He drank deeply, fucking me even harder, the strength of his new Vampire Order form awakening in his limbs, combining with the already powerful might of his body until I was utterly consumed by him.

I came hard, my fingernails biting into his flesh, his cock ruining me entirely and still he didn’t slow. My body felt like a tool for his pleasure, his teeth falling from my throat before sinking into the fullness of my breast as he lifted me into his arms, bending my spine so that he could take me deeper still.

I came again, gasping his name and he flipped me over beneath him, rabid in his claiming, my name a curse and prayer on his lips. He lifted my ass and sank into me once more, his teeth finding my neck from behind as he pinned me beneath him and fucked me so brutally that it was all I could do to knot my fingers in the sheets and take him.

My body tightened again, pleasure burning through me so hot that I was afraid I might combust in it, my need for him, every fantasy and desire all coming to this truth – I was his and he was mine.

And as he finally came deep inside me, a roar leaving him which was all Lion despite what had been stolen from him, I knew that everything it had taken to bring us to this place was worth it. And that whatever was needed from this moment on would come.

Because I had dreamed of Roary Night for far too long for fate to ever allow us anything other than our happily ever after.

CHAPTER TWENTY ONE

Through the tumble down remains of the housey-pie, we ran like a raucous circus of beasties and baddies. My dark hair fell in my eyes and bounced up and down like a cricket on my crocket.

I was leading the charge, the chaotic rush of dangerous animals all following me to their destiny which just so happened to be a feast of bad guys.

They didn’t bite me though – no, I was one of them, their own, king of the creatures, man of the mammals, fae of fiends-

“Ahh!’ I yelled as a heavy weight collided with my spine and sharp teeth sank into my right buttock.

I whirled around, punching the serifius monkey in the face and causing it to fall back with a cry of alarm.

It looked at me and I looked at it, my eyes wide as saucers and its full of accusation.

Oh no. I’d gone and marked myself as its enemy.

The beastie raised a hand and pointed at me before releasing a furious whoop of challenge.

I squawked in fear as a hundred hungry eyes swivelled my way. It was like being in the mess hall back at Darkmore. But these weren’t convicts without access to their magic, and I was no superior with a shock baton.

“Oh crickets,” I breathed before turning and running as fast as I could in the direction of the beach which sung my name in the distance.

Fae were running, screaming, blasting magic in every direction, carrying their goods or simply sprinting for their lives as the hoard of angry monsters charged after us.

I didn’t have to be the fastest. I just had to be faster than…that guy.

I grabbed a man who held a box of what looked like orange-capped mushrooms in his arms. Probably some kind of illegal whatsit. He was a bad guy for sure. And he was smaller than me too.

He cried out in alarm as my grip on his arm tightened and I spun us around before launching him straight at the group of hungry looking animals.

Snarls, cries, screams and the crunching of bones followed but I was running faster now because his strength had just become my strength and I was a four legged Larry on the path to redemption.

I made it to the sand and saluted the terrifying looking bull which depicted Taurus on a rock as I passed. I could have sworn he winked at me as I made it past him to where the ocean kissed the sand and my name was Mandy all over again.

I tripped over my own feet, yelling in alarm and throwing my hands out before me. My palms struck the sand and ice sprung from them, coating the beach ahead of me and sending five Fae skidding to the ground.

I was up and running again, an unknown source of screaming and curses following me as the beasts chased me on.

The sea loomed ahead.

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