Page 90 of Fated to the Feral Wolf

Kane cleared his throat, but he didn’t look annoyed that we’d interrupted his ceremonial words to chat. He smiled warmly instead, one eyebrow raised, asking if we were ready to continue.

We both nodded, so he continued, reading the last part from the little black book clutched in his hands.

“The bond between mates is sealed with a bite. It is tradition for this to be done privately, and it must be completed before the moon sets on this night. In the eyes of the Moon Goddess and these witnesses, I bless this joining. Go forth and claim your mate.”

As soon as he snapped the little book closed, Dirge’s hands were in my hair, pulling me close so he could devour my lips in a ravishing kiss. His wolf was there, eyes aglow as we clashed, both of us too eager to hold back.

Our closest friends cheered and clapped as we kissed, but the noise faded quickly. When we pulled apart, gasping for air, they were gone, the clearing quiet, the two of us alone.

“Are you ready, muzica mea?”

“I am so ready,” I murmured, eyes still locked on his lips. I didn’t want to stop kissing him.

He grabbed me by the hips and lifted, the motion surprising me at first, but I quickly wrapped my legs around his waist. The heat of his erection was there, burning deliciously through the layers of clothing still separating us. Dirge wasted no time grabbing a handful of the gown’s train so he wouldn’t step on it, and then fastened his lips back to my neck.

We were moving, but I didn’t care. His tongue was laving sinful circles over my neck, my collarbone. By the time he kicked the front door of the little cabin open, my straps were off my shoulders, most of my chest bared to him.

Dirge barreled straight through the door, making a beeline for the bedroom, when something finally clicked.

“Wait! Stop!”

He froze, worry etching a line between his eyebrows. “What’s wrong?” He held me gently, even though I could feel the tension in his shoulders. He was a man on a mission to claim his mate, eyes aglow with his wolf, but even still, he stopped for me.

Goddess, I loved him.

“I have a gift for you too.”

“Can it wait?” he asked, letting the edges of his fangs scrape along my clavicle, the implication making me shiver. He was ready.

Fuck, I was ready. The friction between us was driving me insane, and I was soaked. But I’d worked so hard this week to get it ready for him.

“It’ll only take a second, I promise.”

He smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he set me carefully on my feet. Thankfully, he didn’t let go, because my knees were already liquid and it took a second to get my bearings.

As soon as I could stand without falling down, I walked over to the sound system tucked into a cabinet right outside the bedroom door. I’d set it up this morning, so all I needed to do was push Play.

One click, and I wrapped my arms around myself as now-familiar notes began to play over the cabin’s sound system.

Dirge’s arms went around me from behind, his chin resting lightly on my shoulder as he listened. We stood like that for several minutes as the music rose and fell, weaving into the air, becoming part of the memory.

“It’s gorgeous. Did you compose this?”

I nodded, too caught up in the thrum of heat in my veins, of want pulsing in my pussy to answer. My wolf was pushing menow. She wanted to claim our mate, the visceralneedwas growing overwhelming, and while I wanted him to enjoy his gift, I wanted him to sink his teeth into my throat a little bit more.

There was no more time to waste. I spun in his grip, my hands going around the back of his neck like a lasso, pulling him tight against my mouth.

Dirge didn’t hesitate, a bit of that old, feral need still burning in his eyes as he reached down, looping his hands under my thighs, which he somehow still found through the many layers of skirt fabric. I could feel his heat burning through me. Between the two of us, we had enough fire burning to turn this house to ash, yet somehow, the only thing that ignited wasneed.

He navigated the small cabin with our lips still fastened together, each of us too far gone to separate. I hardly noticed the dip of a mattress beneath his knees because the delicious friction of his hard chest against my needy nipples was too great for me to care about anything else.

When my back hit crisp, cool sheets, I finally let our mouths fall apart on a breathless groan. He took the opening, peeling the thin straps of my dress the rest of the way down, exposing my breasts in one motion. A growl rumbled through his chest, his eyes glowing bright green with his wolf.

He kneaded my breasts with surprising gentleness given the speed with which we were racing toward the finish. I arched up into his touch, wanting more, more, more.

Dirge tweaked a nipple with one hand, sending a spiral of need straight to my clit as the other hand trailed down, slowly pushing the dress the rest of the way down. The thin prick of his wolf’s claws at his fingertips showed me just how on edge he was and nearly sent me over the edge to an early orgasm.

He exposed my lacy white thong a moment later as anotherrumble of pleasure barreled out of his chest, sending vibrations through me everywhere he touched me. But what really shook me to the core was one little word, projected as clearly as if he had spoken right into my mind.

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