Page 47 of Sins of His Wrath

Her breath caught as he closed the distance in one fluid motion, lowering himself beside her, his hand fisting the blanket covering her. And then, with a sharp pull, he ripped it away, exposing her to the cool night air.

Naya gasped, her skin prickling with goosebumps, her arms tightening around her knees. His scent was thick with arousal—musky, potent, devastatingly intoxicating.

His demand was soft and deadly. “Open.”

A high-pitched trembling hum caught in her throat. She should say no. She wanted to say no. Didn’t she? The alpha she’d been yearning for in the quiet of the night was here in all his beautiful, dominant glory. Why wouldn’t she want that?

“I can already smell that you’re dripping,tmot zia.” His voice was deceptively soft. “Your hard little nipples are aching for my mouth. Your sweet slick cannot go to waste. I want it on my tongue. I’ve missed it. You’ve missed me too. You need my scent, and my presence, and your gushing cunt needs knotting.”

Naya nodded, breathless, mindless. It was true.

Grit entered his tone, sharpening the demand into something fiercer. “Open.”

Naya breathed heavily. A tremor ran through her as she dropped her hands, spreading her legs in surrender.

The Alpha didn’t wait. He yanked her hips toward him, his mouth sealing over her with devastating force. A broken cry escaped her lips, her back arching as his tongue worked her with ruthless precision. Pleasure surged through her, coiling tight, unbearable, his low growl vibrating against her core.

Her arms buckled, the sensations too much, and she collapsed onto her back, gasping. He pushed up her tunic, rough hands finding her breasts, groping, palming, pinching hard enough to make her whimper. A dark groan ghosted over her sensitive flesh and he dragged her closer, as though he couldn’t get enough.

A fierce, uncontrollable madness coiled inside her, winding tighter with every stroke of his tongue. Akoro devoured her with ruthless greed, pinning her body exactly how he wanted it, leaving her no room to escape, no space to think. All at once the coil snapped, pleasure tearing through her in a violent, breathtaking rush. A strangled moan broke from her lips as her body shuddered, jerking helplessly beneath him.

She barely had time to recover before the Alpha rose, his lips glistening in the firelight. He moved without hesitation, hands already unbuckling his pants, shoving them down to free himself. His intent was clear—he was fulfilling his promise, the raw feral hunger in his gaze feral with anticipation. But just as he came forward, seeking her entrance, something at the edge of her attention prickled.

A vibration, rumbling and rolling in the distance.

Her breath caught. Her mind clawed through the lingering haze of pleasure, trying to grasp what it was. Thennin-eellithi—not just one, more than she could count. Before she could say anything, Akoro’snniraesuddenly pawed at the ground, tossing its head violently.

Akoro jerked his head toward it, his entire body tensing. He got to his feet and peered into the darkness. Then a low, guttural growl rippled through its chest, and the othernniraebegan shifting uneasily, their movements sharp and restless.

Akoro jumped up, buckling his pants in one swift motion. "We need to move. Now."

Naya was already scrambling for her clothes. “What do we do? There’s a lot of them.”

“How many?”

Naya tried to calm, forcing herself to feel past the frantic edge of panic and count them. “Seven. No, eight.” The amount sent a chill through her.

The other travelers were stirring now, alerted by thenniraes’increasingly agitated sounds.

Akoro strode across the camp, barking commands, but Naya barely heard him. Her nerves jangled, her body still thrumming from both pleasure and the growing awareness of danger. Both Prillu and Akoro had said the magic wouldn’t reach her, and now….

Akoro stormed back over with a bag on his back and grabbed her arm. “Come.”

“What’s happening?” she breathed.

He pulled her toward hisnniraeand lifted her onto the creature’s back before swinging up behind her. His chest pressed flush against her spine, his arm wrapping tightly around her waist. The sharp scent of his urgency enveloped around her, heavy with command.

"Hold tight," he ordered, and then they were moving, the powerful creature beneath them launching into a gallop that stole the breath from Naya's lungs.

Behind them, the camp erupted into activity as others prepared to flee, but Naya couldn't focus. To their left, the nearestnnin-eellithicame so close she could see it, swirling in a maelstrom of wild, uncontrolled magic twisted and writhed against the dark night. It was faster than she remembered.

Akoro'snniraeran harder, its muscles bunching and stretching in a blur of impossible speed. The wind lashed against her, tugging her hair in violent whips, until it was hard to even breathe. Akoro reached forward and secured a mask over her nose and mouth before pushing her head down. “Keep your head down,” he ordered.

She obeyed, but even without seeing the magic, she could feel it. Eventually, most of thennin-eellithifell away, but one followed, its presence a seething force.

For hours it stalked them, always just behind them, close enough that Naya could feel its wild power prickling her skin. Just like the wild magic in the wastelands, there was something beautiful and terrifying about it—natural, unbound—sparks of energy arcing like lightning within its mass.

Akoro held her tightly against him, his body shielding hers from the worst of the wind's bite. Despite the danger, despite everything, Naya found herself drawing comfort from his presence, from the steady beat of his heart against her back.

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