Page 296 of Caelum

Hooking my leg onto his hip, I arched my pelvis against him, well aware that the knot of my robe split open and that my bare leg rubbed up against his thigh. There was crisp hair there that had me shivering in response, and the movement enabled me to feel his hardness right against my softness.

Exactly where I needed him.

How long he let me do that, I wasn’t even sure. I didn’t know why, but I was so lost and confused as I wandered into the labyrinth that was Dre, that I didn’t realize he had me exactly where he wanted me.

My hands clung to his chest, my nails digging into his pecs, before I tore away from his mouth and rasped, “Kiss me back.”

There was danger in his eyes, his bear was present, and before I knew it, I was slammed into the side wall of the narrow terrace, but oh God, it felt so good. His hands came to my ass, and I felt the robe parting as he hauled me up and I spread my legs, cupping his hips with nothing except for his briefs in between us.

A grunt escaped us both as my slickness hit him through the thick fabric, and when he nipped at my bottom lip, hard enough to sting, he ground out, “You’re mine, Eve.”

The words sent quick-fire through me, sending soaring flames into my system until I burned up so fast that it was a wonder I wasn’t a pile of ash that joined the millions of other piles of ash the world over.

“Say it,” he demanded. “Tell me you’re mine.”

I stared into his dark eyes, punch drunk from surprise at the need he’d inspired in me, all by letting me seduce myself. He was a sly one, this mate of mine, and I knew that was exactly what I needed.

Dre would never bore me.

Never.

Because he was too sneaky.

“I’m yours,” I whispered, my own eyes gleaming as I spoke the words. But though they were a declaration, they weren’t a surrender.

Before he could find too much joy in them, I slipped my hands through his hair, grabbed a tight hold of two large chunks, and forced him back down, not stopping until we were kissing once more.

We devoured each other’s mouths as he rocked his hips into me. Only my robe saved me from scraping my back against the wall, but it would have been worth it. So worth it. The power of his kiss was enough to make me thank the Lord when he finally pulled away from me, his hips arching back so he could reach between us, drag out his cock from his briefs, then press it against my slick folds.

As he powered into me, my head rattled against the wall, and though it hurt, it was nothing compared to the exquisite agony storming through me as he hit home.

This, he was perfectly correct, was home.

When we were together.

When I was with all my Pack.

This was home.

And home involved him taking me to the stars as he screwed me silly amid the chaos of a disaster-strewn city that was of our forging.

The heat between us was off the charts, and the mark that belonged to him tingled and tickled until I pressed it to him, let the beast meet the bear. When I did, he growled, his mouth sinking to my throat and his teeth gripping me there as he began to pound into me. Each thrust took me higher, made me soar, let me fly as he found his release in my body.

With the splash of his semen deep inside, I felt the connection forge tighter between us, and then, my eyes widened as something happened.

He grew bigger.

Harder.

And he began to pulse.

Not his hips, but his cock.

It throbbed inside me, made me feel like I was too small and he was too big, like I was… “What’s happening?” I choked out, my head tipping from side to side as my body dealt with the repercussions of this moment.

He nipped my throat, his voice a low growl as he whispered, “Knotting.”

“Knotting?”

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