Page 47 of The Court of Truth

“Help me,” I order, and she shakes her head.

“I think you’re forgetting who the alpha is here,” she teases, pressing her palms against my chest. My hold tightens, but a moment later, magic whirls around us, forcing space between us as she leaps back.

“Did you just use your magic to…” My words trail off as the amusement in her eyes deepens. Fuck. “That shouldn’t be hot.”

“You don’t love me because I’m a masterpiece, Cassian. I’ll take the compliment, though. It really gets my pussy wet.” She winks, fuckingwinks, before continuing. “But you love me because I’m relentless, sometimes reckless, and always resilient. I can bend for you in these four walls, but only when I want to. Right now, I don’t want to. I want you feral. I want you on the edge of giving in to your wolf. I want all of you, and I want it now.”

Her words dance in the air like a twister heading straight for me, but it’s a storm worth enduring to reach the eye because I know that’s where I’ll always find her.

My center.

My home.

My mate.

I sense my wolf burning beneath the surface, desperate to see her with his eyes, and I blink. It’s deep, heavy, and weighted, but when I settle my gaze back on her, I see what I know is reflected in my own eyes.

Her eyes are pearly white and sharp, a raw reflection of her wolf. The way her jaw falls slack confirms my beast is prominent in my eyes, too.

“Cassian,” she croaks, using her magic to slam a gust of wind into my back so we fall into each other, tumbling to the floor unceremoniously as our limbs intertwine.

Clinging to her, my heartbeat thunders in my ears, my jaw slack as she lies on the floor beneath me. My hand cups the back of her head, softening her fall while her legs wrap tightly around my waist.

“You’re something else, Alpha,” I ramble, blinking at her, making sure she’s real because there’s no way in Hell someone this perfect is anything more than an illusion. To think I could have fucked all of this up if I hadn’t dropped my walls and let her in.

The love I could have missed out on, the joy that I finally know exists; all because of her.

“And you’re still not in me,” she grumbles, pushing her heels into my ass, encouraging me closer, and I shake my head in disbelief. Before I can think better of it, I use my wolf speed to rid the remaining clothes from our bodies so nothing stands between us. Not even a single thread of fabric.

“If you think I’m not going to feast on every inch of you first, then?—”

Fuck.

“Then what?” she breathes, her voice husky as she nudges closer so the tip of my cock is nestled at her center, feeling the warmth of her core like the rest of me is desperate to.

“Addi.” It’s a plea, possibly a prayer. I’ll never know.

Her wolfish eyes widen, her nails shifting to claws at my shoulders, nipping at my skin, leaving me no choice but to eliminate the remaining distance between us as I sink into her pussy until I reach the hilt.

Panting, we stare at each other, lost to the moment, to each other.

Her eyes shift to her hands at my shoulder, noting the elongated claws cutting into my skin and causing a crimson trail to trickle down my chest.

“Cass—”

I flex my hips, cutting off her apology before it can fully form, and her back arches off the floor.

“I know exactly who the alpha is here, Addi,” I breathe, my fingers brutally digging into her waist. “I’ll never forget it. You complete me, and it’s my job to spend the rest of my life giving you every piece of me. More than my cock, though,” I tease, slowly dragging my dick from her folds before I slam back inside her with enough force to have us both seeing stars. “My heart, my body, my soul. All of it.”

“All of it,” she repeats, untangling her legs from my waist, and my dick slips free. My protest is halted as she flips over onto her front, lifting her ass in the air as she glances over her shoulder at me. “I need you deeper,” she breathes, making my cock strain as she inches her thighs apart.

Fuck.

Aligning my length with her entrance, I feel her muscles tighten before turning to jelly as I thrust deep into her core.

“Tell me you’re going to miss me,” I grunt, retreating until only my tip remains in her pussy, and she groans.

“Of course I’m going to miss you,” she moans, eyes locked on mine as she continues to stare over her shoulder.

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