Page 27 of The Blood Moon Oath

I reach around to palm her breasts, kneading the supple mounds and tweaking her nipples between my fingers. She arches into my touch, her breath coming in short gasps as I work her body with increasing urgency.

"Tell me you don't want this, and maybe—just maybe—I'll pull away."

But even as the words leave my mouth, I know it's a futile request. There's no way I'm stopping now, not when she feels this good pressed against me. Not when the pressure building in my balls threatens to explode at any moment.

My hips buck involuntarily, chasing the delicious friction as I continue to grind against her. The tension coils tighter and tighter within me, until I can barely hold back the impending release.

"Fuck, little huntress..." I grunt, my grip on her breasts tightening as I teeter on the brink. "You're driving me mad..."

With a final, brutal thrust, I surge over theedge, my cock pulsing as I spill myself against her ass. Hot jets of cum paint her skin, marking her as mine in the most primal way possible.

I slump against her, my chest heaving as I try to catch my breath. Even in the aftermath of my climax, I can't resist leaning in to nip at her earlobe, the taste of her sweat and defiance still lingering in the air. She stiffens under me, her body a mix of tension and exhaustion. I smirk against her skin, her ragged breathing the only sound between us, apart from the soft crackle of the fire.

Torin’s voice cuts through the charged silence, low and smug. “She felt good, didn’t she?”

I lift my head, my eyes narrowing at him where he lounges casually against the doorframe, a dark grin playing on his lips. The bastard didn’t even bother to leave the room entirely. My blood surges hot, the remnants of pleasure tangling with a sharp edge of anger.

“Fuck off, Torin,” I growl as I tuck myself back into my trousers, the warning clear in my tone.

He doesn’t move, his grin widening as he steps closer instead, wiping his hands on a cloth he’s picked up from somewhere. Slowly, deliberately, he saunters toward her, his movements unhurried as if he’s savoring the moment. His gaze drops to her, and his expression turns darker, more focused, as he kneels behind her.

“What are you doing?” I snap, my voice sharp as a blade.

“Cleaning up,” he says lightly, though the deliberate way he drags the cloth across her skin—across the curve of her ass—makes my fists clench. He’s slow, meticulous, his fingers brushing her flesh as he works, and I can feel the possessiveness surge within me.

Then, I catch it. Her gaze. The way her eyes soften, lingering on him—not with the defiance she reserves forme, not with the fire that keeps me on edge, but with something quieter. Almost... tender. She watches him, her lips parted just slightly, and through the binding, I feel it. A flicker of warmth, of reluctant gratitude or maybe something more, directed at Torin.

It twists in my chest, sharp and foreign. Jealousy. The emotion surges through me, hot and irrational, a sensation I’ve never associated with Torin—or anyone, for that matter. It’s absurd. I’ve never been the type to care, to covet. And yet, the way she looks at him, even for a second, ignites something primal and unrelenting in me.

“Get your hands off her,” I hiss, stepping forward, the words a guttural snarl.

Torin looks up, amused, his grin widening as though he can feel the fury rolling off me in waves. “Relax, Alpha,” he says, his tone deliberately casual as he finishes wiping her skin. “I’m just being thorough.”

My fists curl tighter, the weight of the binding amplifying everything I feel. The heat of her attention, fleeting as it was, still burns in my veins, making me want to rip Torin away from her and remind her exactly who she belongs to.

I barely register Torin’s laugh as he tosses the cloth aside with exaggerated flair, stepping back with his hands raised mockingly. “All yours. We'll play later, kitten,” he says with a wink before sauntering out, but his lingering smirk sets my teeth on edge.

I don’t watch him leave. I can’t. My focus is on her, on the residual warmth of her gaze that I can still feel like a phantom touch. And it’s enough to tighten my grip on control, my voice a sharp growl as I turn my attention fully to her.

She pulls herself together quickly, adjusting her clothes with trembling hands, her cheeks flushed. Thevulnerability in her posture twists something in my chest—an unfamiliar pang of guilt I quickly bury.

Her voice cuts through the silence, sharp and brittle. “You made me do it.”

My vision tunnels, her words igniting a rage that I hadn’t expected. I’m on her before she can take another breath, one hand fisting in the fabric of her shirt as I push her roughly against the wall. Her eyes widen, but there’s no fear there—only fury and defiance.

“Don’t you ever say that,” I growl, my voice low and dangerous. “The one thing I will never do to a woman is take them without their consent. You think I’m a monster? Fine. But don’t you dare accuse me of that.”

She tries to speak, but I press closer, my body caging hers against the wall. “You wanted it,” I hiss, my tone razor-sharp. “Tell me you didn’t, and I’ll walk away right now.”

Her jaw tightens, her lips pressing into a thin line, but her silence speaks volumes. I lean in, my breath hot against her ear. “I told you to say the word. To tell me to stop. And you didn’t. So don’t stand there and act like I forced you into something you wanted just as much as I did.”

Her breathing quickens, her chest rising and falling against mine. I pull back just enough to look into her eyes, my expression hard and unyielding. “Say it,” I demand. “Admit it.”

She glares at me, her lips trembling with words she doesn’t want to say. The defiance in her eyes flickers, giving way to something else—something raw and undeniable. Finally, she exhales shakily, the words tumbling out like a reluctant confession.

“I wanted it,” she whispers, her voice barely audible.

A dark, satisfied smile curves my lips as I step back, releasing her. “Good,” I murmur, my tone softer now, though no less commanding. “Next time you try to deny it, rememberthis moment. Remember how you begged me for more without saying a word.”

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