Page 127 of Fated to the Warrior Wolf

“Oh, yes. More, I need more—” Her words were turning to nonsensical pleas, hips moving in time with every stroke. I sank two fingers into her heat, the first billow of her pleasure hittingmesquare in the chest through the bond.

“Holy hell,” I said against her chest, letting my forehead drop against her sternum for a second as I tried to hang on to my own pleasure. I hadn’t bitten her yet, and already, the bond was about to bring me to my knees.

But Leigh was no wilting flower. She was all alpha, and she used my moment of hesitation to take what she wanted.

“Gael? Stop messing around. I need you. Now,” she hissed, and I watched in awe as she sank her fangs into the heel of my palm.

Bliss rolled through me, radiating from her bite as all thoughts of dragging things out flew out the window. I kept my eyes locked on her mouth as I pinched her clit, rolling it between my thumb and forefinger, and she moaned, eyes sinking closed as the first orgasm hit her.

I could feel the echoes of it in my own chest and had to grit my teeth to keep myself calm enough to ditch my pants. I never stopped working her with my fingers as I kicked them off, freeing myself finally. When she lifted her lips from my palm and licked over her bite marks, the urge to bite her was so strong, I could barely keep my canines from puncturing my own bottom lip.

But I wanted to be inside her when she fell apart the next time and when the bond fell fully into place. I lifted her hips, holding her gaze as I slowly notched the tip inside her. She whimpered and arched, still trying to hurry me along, but I didn’t need reminding.

I slid home in one stroke, and she screamed my name, pulsing around me as her pleasure crested again. When she relaxed, I started to move, pumping in slowly, my grip on her hips holding her at exactly the right angle to stroke the sweet spot inside her with every thrust.

When the need was too much to bear, the bond thrumming with wild need in my chest, I leaned forward, bracing myself on one palm, as I kissed her breast, circling her nipple with my tongue before I struck, fangs sinking in above her areola, dick buried to the hilt in her tight pussy.

Golden light burst like fireworks in my vision as the taste of her and the pleasure overwhelmed me. I roared against her skin, my release taking everything I had, and her raw screams of pleasure as the bond locked us together and drove herstraight into another orgasm were enough to rattle the glass in the windows.

I was breathing hard, still hovering over her as I licked the wound clean and watched in awe as it immediately started to knit back together, my mark healing beautifully as it shone on her golden skin.

I was wrecked. A sailor lost at sea, crashed on the rocks. And she was my own personal siren, singing me home. When she kissed me again, though, nothing else mattered. We could be lost, under the gun, and hunted. As long as I had her and she was safe in my arms, I knew I’d found home.

She wrapped me in her arms and pulled me to the mattress at her side so she could curl up against me. Her fingers traced light trails over my chest that had me hardening again, but she was humming happily under her breath, and I knew she was thinking something.

What is it?I tested out asking her in the bond.

Her gorgeous blue eyes rounded in surprise, and a wide smile spread across her face. Her eyebrows crinkled a little when she concentrated, and a moment later, I got a return thought.

I think I found a name for our girl.

“Really?” I was so surprised, I blurted it out loud, forgetting about trying out the mental bond.

“Really. How do you feel about… Poppy? There was one in my bouquet, and I just loved it. Something about it spoke to me.” She bit her bottom lip, and my eyes were drawn to the motion like a magnet.

But she’d asked me a question.Poppy. It was sweet and feminine, but also strong somehow. And she’d been calling her Petal from the beginning, so it fit.

“I think it’s perfect,” I murmured, kissing her again and pulling her on top of me so she was straddling my chest.

“Already, prince? You’re insatiable,” she said as she groundback against me with a pretend gasp. But a second later, she was lifting herself and sliding down to take me to the hilt, and all thoughts but her and chasing her next wave of pleasure fell out of my mind.

The rest of the world could wait. Tonight, it was only us, laying the foundation for the rest of our lives.Together.

Epilogue — Reed

Gael and Leigh’s bonding ceremony had been lovely, but I couldn’t sleep after. Despite the sounds of the afterparty still raging outside, I was tossing and turning alone in my bed as the moon made her fickle, torturously slow trek across the sky, and frankly, I was fucking over it. So, I shut the blinds, took a double shot of whiskey strong enough to down a horse—or maybe a very cranky wolf shifter—and waited for sleep to come.

In the past, I might have found one of the maidens to follow back to her room for a good hard fuck, but tonight, I hadn’t felt like it. None of the women had sparked my interest, and I wasn’t the sort of man who slept around for the sake of it. I had to feel something for the other person.

I couldn’t say when I dozed off, but reality got fuzzy around the edges, and eventually, I was dreaming. But the dreams were fitful nightmares about a faceless blonde woman running through the woods in the dark. She was being chased, and after the third time I watched someone catch her and tackle her to the forest floor, I startled awake in a cold sweat.

The same damn nightmare that had been plaguing me forweeks. And every time, it ended the same way. With me, in a cold sweat, staring at my ceiling.

Who needed sleep anyway? I decided to give it up for the night, even though a quick glance at my watch showed that it was only three a.m. I stood over my borrowed desk, rubbing the back of my neck as I stared down at the small pile of papers there. Normally, I would just sit down and start making business calls—there were restaurants open somewhere in the world right now, after all—but I couldn’t bear it tonight. All I saw was the four wolves chasing the woman, over and over. Every time, four wolves.

So instead, I decided to be reckless. I grabbed the keys to one of the SUVs, pulled my bonding outfit and my shoes back on, and headed down the mountain.

I drove until I found an open bar, the neon lights making me squint as I sat in the dark interior of the SUV. It saidMicul Tuicaon the front window, after Romania’s national drink. All the couples were back in the enclave, probably having averygood night after the lovelace perfume came out.

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