“Fuck, Nico. Fuck, right there...”
Her breathless voice sent a bolt of pure lust straight to my cock. I growled, nipping at the tender flesh of her neck.
I slammed into her over and over, skin slapping against skin. We were a tangle of teeth and nails and raw animal need. I lost myself in her scent, her taste, her tight cunt squeezing my dick.
She pushed off the tree, sending us both to the forest floor. I rolled, ready to flip us again, but a snarl and a shove to my chest stopped me in my tracks. Her wolf was strong—almost as strong as mine.
Fates, she was glorious. Wild and fierce, fucking me like her life depended on it. Like she owned me.
She threw her head back, and her gorgeous tits bounced with every roll of her hips. I couldn’t resist. I sat up and caught one in my mouth, sucking hard on her hard nipple.
She gasped, rocking faster. Fucking harder.
I thrust up into her, matching her rhythm. I dragged my mouth from one breast to the other, never staying too long, teasing the other nipple with my calloused fingers. It was like we’d done this a million times before, like our bodies already knew each other in every possible way. I’d never felt this connection, this white-hot fire burning inside me every time we touched.
“Fuck, Nico. I’m close. So fucking close,” she panted. She fisted her hands in my hair and forced my head back to meet her gaze. “I’ll kill you if you stop again.”
I bared my teeth in a feral grin and slipped a hand between our sweat-slick bodies. My thumb found her clit, and her body tensed. She moaned, her movements growing jerky and frantic as she neared her release. It was too much, too fucking good.
And it only intensified when she sank her fangs into my shoulder.
My release roared through me like wildfire. I wrapped an arm around her waist, pinning her to me as I spilled inside her. White hot, blinding pleasure pulsed through me as I rode the wave. My vision blurred and my senses dulled. My wolf howled his approval, basking in the connection with our mate.
Mine. My mate.
For a brief, blissful moment, nothing else existed. Just her, and me, and the roaring flames consuming us both.
Her fingernails dug into my skin as she ground against my thumb, riding the wave of bliss until her hips finally slowed and she collapsed against my chest.
The forest came back into focus around us—the wind rustling through the leaves, the stream trickling beside us, the sounds of night creatures stirring from their nests.
But none of that mattered. None of that compared to the feeling of her breath on my neck, and her heart thudding against mine.
I cupped her cheek, thumb brushing across her lower lip. “Mate,” I rasped.
Because that’s what she was. The only thing that made sense in the whirlwind of chaos that was my mind. There were so many chunks missing in my head, but not her. She was the crystal fucking clear destruction of the jagged rage and agony encasing my organs.
I hated the horror that dawned on her features as her eyes met mine. It was as though some terrible realization had snapped into place, and she hated herself for it. Hated me.
“Fuck.”
CHAPTER THREE
ELISE
What did I do?
The clock on the wall of Big Red Gas & Repair mocked me with every tick. I drummed an impatient rhythm on the counter and glared at the bag of shaving supplies resting at my feet.
Fucking Nico.
My hand drifted to my neck, fingers tracing the unmarked skin where Nico’s bite should have been. The phantom ache of rejection burned through me, and my wolf snarled her displeasure. He’d left enough bruising kisses that, if I’d been human, anyone with a working eyeball would immediately know I’d had a late-night rough-and-tumble.
But a mating mark? Some outward, lasting sign that I hadn’t broken one of our most sacred laws in a life-ending mistake?
Except it wasn’t a mistake, was it? My wolf knew. She’d recognized our mate the moment we’d locked eyes by that stream.
Only fate hated me, and saddled me with a mate more wolf than man. Two words! Two words and the best fuck of my life were all I got out of him before his wolf stole his skin again.