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“Yes,” I moan, nails digging into his back. “Rush?—”

His hands slide up my back, one tangling in my hair, the other gripping my waist like he’s holding on for dear life. His mouth finds my throat, kissing, sucking, teasing, flooding my entire being with warmth.

Until I feel him nip the skin of my neck and he sinks his fangs into me. Where the hell did those come from? I know what it says in the paranormal romance books, but nothing I’d ever read had prepared me for the searing pain.

The bite inflicts a sharp, savage pain as it spears through me. His teeth sink into the flesh just beside the hollow of my throat. My body shatters, pleasure slamming through me so violently I can’t do anything but cling to him, my cries swallowed by the vastness of the desert sky.

Rush begins to move, thrusting slowly at first, building up speed as he watches me writhe beneath him. His hands grip my hips tightly, never letting go, even as our bodies slap together in rhythm. Every thrust sends sparks through me, making me want him more and more until I’m moaning again - a combination of pain and pleasure that only he can elicit from me.

I look up at him, eyes wide and filled with desire. “Harder,” I beg him softly, loving how he dominates me.

He smiles, and without pause, he obliges. His rhythm intensifies; his thrusts are deep and powerful now, each one hitting my sweet spot just right to induce one orgasm after another within moments of the last one subsiding. He’d once threatened to fuck me so hard that I’d be begging him to finish. I’m nowhere near that point.

And so we continue, Rush pounding into me relentlessly while I grasp his forearms, my back on the floor of the SUV cargoarea and my legs wrapped around his waist. I cling to him as if my life depended on it, both of us seeking release in this primal bond we share. It’s exhilarating; it’s terrifying; it’s intoxicating. In this moment, I am completely and utterly under his control, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

He fixes his gaze on mine, his eyes dark with lust as he drives into me over and over again. I am a vessel for his passion, a willing participant in his desire. And as he nears his climax, I can see it in the way his muscles tense, the way his breath quickens, the way his eyes flash dangerously. And feel it in the way his cock twitches and swells inside me.

Thrusting harder and faster now, he nears his release. His breath is ragged, each word an effort as he says, “Mine. Now and forever.” And with that, he thrusts one last time before spilling himself inside me with a hoarse cry.

As he collapses against me, his body still locked with mine, we remain entwined for several long moments. His breaths are shallow and labored as he recovers from our passionate encounter. I stroke his back gently as he pulls out of me slowly.

I tremble, still panting, still reeling, as he finally withdraws, his tongue sweeping over the bite, soothing where he just marked me.

I should be angry. I should fight. But all I can do is lie there, my body still pulsing around him, my mind hazy with exhaustion.

His lips brush my ear, his voice a dark whisper. “Now you don’t have a choice.”

CHAPTER 16

RUSH

The moment my teeth sink into the soft, willing flesh of her throat, something inside me snaps into place.

The fated mate bond settles deep within me, seeping into my marrow and fusing with my soul as if it were always meant to be there. Like it was waiting for this exact moment to ignite. My wolf exhales in satisfaction, a deep, possessive rumble vibrating through my chest as I drag my tongue over the fresh bite, sealing it with the heat of my mouth.

Cassidy is mine—now and forever.

Not just in words. Not just in the way I take her, the way I own every gasp, every moan, every shudder of pleasure that wracks her body when I claim her. She is mine in a way that is irrevocable, undeniable.

She trembles beneath me, her body still wrapped around mine, the last echoes of her climax leaving her boneless and spent. I can feel her pulse beneath my lips, a frantic, erratic drumbeat against the fresh wound. Her breath comes in shallow gasps, her chest heaving, her fingers still curled into my shoulders like she’s struggling to process what just happened.

I press my forehead against hers, keeping her close, grounding her.

She stills, but I can feel the way her body tenses, her mind catching up to what I’ve done.

A growl rumbles deep in my throat, low, possessive. My hands tighten on her hips, my cock still buried inside her, still thick and pulsing with the need to take her again. My wolf is far from satisfied. I won’t be satisfied until I’ve marked every part of her, until every part of her knows she belongs to me.

I force my instincts down, force myself to breathe through the feral need clawing at my insides.

Cassidy was human. She doesn’t understand what just happened the way I do. She doesn’t feel it yet, not the way I do. Not yet, but she will.

I adjust my weight, easing out of her with a groan, dragging her down onto the soft blanket in the back of the SUV, settling her against my chest. She murmurs something incoherent, her body pliant as she curls into me. Her breath is warm against my skin, her lashes fluttering as she fights to stay awake.

I nuzzle her neck, brushing my lips against her ear. “Now you don’t have a choice,” I whisper.

She doesn’t argue, and I feel her body relax fully, her breathing evening out as exhaustion takes hold. I hold her closer, my arms tightening around her as my wolf watches, restless, waiting.

Cassidy sleeps curled against me, her body soft, warm, and completely mine.

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