Page 61 of Wild Wolf

I could feel what she felt, could heighten it, make it ten times more powerful, and as I thrust into her again, she let out a sound that was as close to bliss as I’d ever heard. I made her feel it all, made her skin come alive with pleasure until she was hardly able to do anything at all but take what I gave her. I fucked her with a purity that blinded me, her lust feeding my magic to the point of overflowing.

“Sin, oh my stars,” she groaned, fisting the sheets, but there was no strength in her grip, because I was wringing her of it all. I held her hips and drove in even deeper, pulling on the connection between us and making more pleasure spill through her than I had ever delivered to anyone before.

We were united in a way that transcended this realm, our bodies, all of it. We were one and as I stared at her in the mirror, transfixed by this beautiful creature of mine, I realised there was no more blood on my skin, no more spikes or horns. I was me, wholly me and my body was shimmering as if I was a star damned Pegasus.

My cock was thick and so hard, I was losing all grasp on everything in this world but her. She was all that existed. All I wanted to exist. And as one, we came apart, the noise that left me a pure, carnal sound that went on and on while she echoed it. I finally stilled inside her, coming so hard I was close to blacking out. Rosalie’s body relaxed into a puddle beneath me and I slowly withdrew from her, falling down at her side.

My hand landed on hers and our fingers wove together as she curled into me, panting and laughing.

“You’re it for me, wild girl,” I said breathlessly. “Whatever that was confirms it. I didn’t know love like this could exist in me, but it’s there regardless, you perfect peachy thing.” I turned to find her lips, and they were already there, meeting mine.

“I love you too, you perfect peachy thing,” she echoed and my smile was surely branded on my mouth, etched too deep to ever be removed.

We lay there, breathing each other in until the night deepened and sleep stole her from me. That jealous bastard had come calling, luring her away like the Pied Piper he was.

I knew what I had to do now. There was no sleeping for me tonight.

I slipped out of bed, gently lifting her and carrying her back to the arms of the men who adored her so well. Her Atlas lay on the nightstand and I picked it up, casting a silencing bubble around me as I made a call to Jerome, my gaze fixed on my softly sleeping girl within the clutches of her pack.

It wasn’t long before I had a name and location for the job, then I left her there, showered and dressed before slipping away like a moth through a crack, my pulse drumming everywhere beneath my skin. One little message to Jerome promised that his deed would be done, and I continued on through the hallways of the Oscura manor with a new hunger rising.

The thing about me was, when I wanted to dance no one could stop me. And when I looked for it, I could find rhythm in all things. From the hum of the wind to the percussion of the rain. Tonight, there wasn’t much of those, but there was a creak in the floorboards as I crept through this big old house. The corridors were dark, but the dead of night didn’t bring total silence. I could hear low chatter beyond doors, whispering, giggling pups that reminded me of my childhood with Jerome. Always breaking rules and curfews.

Then our games had turned to brutality and I knew how that rainbow of bloodshed tasted. It was as sweet as it was bitter. It wasn’t actually the killing that I enjoyed the most; it was the thrill of the hunt. And tonight, I could feel that thrill swing-dancing through my veins and singing oh murder, oh my.

My sex pot had refused Jerome’s job and I’d seen the rage in his eyes, known the danger she was putting herself in by doing so. I couldn’t let it lie, so I was a bull in a meadow now, my horns pointed at the sunburnt ass of a naked nincompoop, and soon that nincompoop would fall to satisfy Jerome’s desires.

Oh my, the music was really thumping tonight. I could hear it in the walls, in the sky. The stars were twinkling at me as I made it out a window and landed as light as a feather on the porch roof outside. Carefully, dandy-footed and surefooted, I climbed down and took in the swing seat on the porch where two sleeping Fae remained undisturbed.

The bigger of the two was Roary’s brother with his golden hair and ever-grinning lips. A cat he was, but the creature curled up in his arms was no cat. Though small, I’d seen her bite, seen her turn her predatory gaze upon more than a handful of men in this house. Mmmhmm, Leon Night’s sugar-lipped sweetheart was my real challenge here as I carefully drew a silencing bubble around me and crept toward my target.

“Oh little Lion, just sleep and see,” I whisper-sung. “You think you win at stealing but you haven’t met me.” I slipped my index finger into his trouser pocket, hooking out the key to the shiny orange Mustang GT he’d been bragging about stealing from some stripper dude in the mortal realm. “Mine, mine, mine. Doesn’t she just look so fine, fine, fine?”

I turned, racing away into the night with a giggle escaping me and a manic smile borrowing all of my happies to make it grow and grow.

The GT was waiting there like a fancy flan in a hat and I gave it a little bow before pressing the button on the key. The lights winked at me and I winked back before sliding into the driver’s seat and settling myself in for the ride. I could drive like an expertito. I started her up and she purred like a dream as I slammed her into gear. When she roared, so did her Lion.

“This is where you learn that I am the greatest felon in the land, kitty cat.” I smiled at him as he came charging toward me across the lawn. His sweetie pie ran into view and that was when I turned the car around and raced for the gate at full pelt. A little device on the dashboard made the gate open for me and I laughed harder as I made it beyond the gate and onto the open road. When I passed the FIB, I shifted to look like a wholly different Fae to fool them, driving slowly past them before driving fast, fast, fast again, taking hairpin turns at a speed that pressed me back into my seat, losing anyone that might be chasing me into the night.

The stars were aligned for my hunt, because Jerome had told me my target was staying in his summer retreat not far from here.

“You foolish fool,” I grinned. “Tiberius Rigel, I’m coming to get you.”

He sounded like a bore of a man, some government official or maybe he wasn’t even in that role anymore, who fucking knew or cared? But I had no doubt that old Tibs had lived a good life setting his laws and talking his talk at least for a while, being the big boss man and making sure there was no room in this kingdom for Fae like me. Miscreants and mayhem-makers. We wouldn’t get to express our true nature if it was up to people like Tibsy boy. But the thing about fancy men in fancy hats was that the world always caught up to them. And tonight, retribution was headed his way in the form of a blackhearted villain who knew how to make death into one hell of a party.

CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN

Isighed, rolling over in bed and trying to ignore the strange itching feeling which had started up beneath my skin and seemed determined to drag me from sleep. It was no good.

I sat up, gently moving Roary’s arm off of me and untangling my legs from Ethan’s.

Moonlight poured in through the window above my bed so brightly that I squinted up at it as I blinked my eyes open. A frown dug rivets into my brow as that discomfort increased, the itching intensifying, urging me to get up.

“Alright,” I murmured sleepily. “I’m listening.”

The moon was urging me to move faster so I stole out of bed, scrubbing a hand over my face and taking stock of the room. Sin was missing.

“By the stars,” I groaned, irritation puncturing my sleepy haze and bringing me fully awake at last. I gave the room a sweeping look, finding Sin’s clothes gone and a crumpled note left in their place.

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