Page 26 of Fated Wolf's Redemption

The cabin creaks above us, something in the rafters shifting. Not a sound of danger, but decay. Whatever happened here is done—but it left an imprint. A warning.

I glance at Sophia again. She’s still tense but controlled. Fire and ice under pressure. She’ll hold.

“We get back. We regroup. And then we tear this wide open,” I say.

Sophia nods, but her voice is quiet when she speaks. “You felt it, didn’t you? When we were hunting. The way we moved. The pull.”

I don’t lie to her. “Yeah.”

She doesn’t smile. She just looks at me like she knows exactly what I’m refusing to say out loud.

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me this place existed until now.”

I drop the duffel with a thud near the hearth. “Wasn’t exactly keeping it secret, McKenna. I didn’t think we’d be back here.” I turn, and she’s right in front of me again, toe to toe, fire in her every breath.

“You didn’t think,” she repeats, voice sharp.

“And you never stop talking long enough to listen,” I shoot back. “You act like you’re the only one who can see what’s coming.”

She shoves me. Hard. “Because I see it, Lucas. You’re too busy playing alpha-lite in your brother’s shadow to realize how close we are to losing everything—the Crimson Claw isn’t the only threat. The other wolf packs are practically at each other’s throats. My people want to pick sides. Other shifters as well. The Cascades are a fucking tinder box, and I think someone’s got a box of matches.”

She shoves me again, but I catch her wrist before she pulls away, my grip firm. “Careful, Windrider. You’re not in your territory.”

Her chin lifts defiantly, that wild gleam in her eyes growing sharper. “I don’t have a fucking territory. I’m Windrider, remember?”

The air between us crackles. My wolf growls, pacing the corners of my mind. Sophia’s pulse is visible in her throat, but she doesn’t flinch. She never does. That’s the problem. That’s why I want her.

“You keep pushing,” I growl, closing the gap between us, “and eventually, you’re not going to like where that gets you.”

“Then take your best shot, Stone,” she hisses, shoving me again. “I’m tired of pretending this doesn’t matter.”

I don’t think. I move. My mouth crashes against hers, and she responds like she’s been waiting for it—teeth, tongue, nails digging into my shoulders. I spin her, pressing her back to the nearest wall. She kisses like she fights—all heat and bite, like she needs to prove she can survive it.

I break away just enough to yank her sweater over her head, and she rips my shirt down the center without blinking. Her bare skin hits mine like a brand.

“You want to fight?” I growl, dragging my mouth down her neck, biting hard at the curve of her shoulder. “You want me to prove you can’t just walk through my life and leave it unchanged?”

Her hands go to my fly. “I want you to stop pretending you don’t already belong in mine.”

I haul her off the wall and toss her over my shoulder, determined not to give into my lust. I stride out of the cabin and into a the forest, finding a small, soft moss-covered clearing just beyond. The air outside is cool, but she’s burning in my arms, squirming free of her leggings, pulling at my jeans with equal fire. I pin her wrists above her head, grinding my hips against hers, my cock thick and aching between us.

Her breath catches as I lower my head to her chest. I take her nipple into my mouth, slow and deliberate, suckling until she arches into me, whispering my name like a prayer that ends in a curse.

"I will not be gentle," I declare, my voice a feral growl. With one hand, I roughly free myself while the other forcefully pins her beneath me. "Not this time."

"I don't remember asking for gentleness," she retorts, her eyes blazing with a challenging fire. "Just know that I give as fiercely as I receive." Her legs wrap around me like a constrictor, dragging me closer as I hastily undo my fly. My cock finds her molten heat like a missile locked onto its target, and I plunge into her with a single, electrifying thrust. She gasps sharply, the sound blending with the feverish rustle of our movements, yet her eyes never leave mine, even as her fingers tangle desperately in my hair and her hips rise eagerly to meet my forceful rhythm.

We crash into a primal cadence swiftly—not frenzied, not rushed. Just deep, deliberate, and charged with every unvoiced desire that crackles in the air between us. She pulls me down, capturing my lips with a hunger that seems intent on devouringmy very breath, moaning gutturally into my mouth as I thrust deeper. I pin her hands to the ground beside her head, our fingers interlocked, refusing to shatter the intense connection of our locked gazes.

"Mine," I growl against the tender skin of her throat, my voice a raw, possessive snarl.

"Yours," she breathes out with a fiery whisper, her hips surging to meet each powerful, deliberate thrust of my body against hers. "And you're mine."

I pound into her with relentless force and burning intensity. Each thrust more feral than the last.

I reach my climax with a profound, primal growl against her skin, buried as deeply inside her as possible. She quivers beneath me, her body convulsing around mine, releasing a sound that is a mix of my name and an urgent plea I can’t fully decipher.

For what feels like an eternity, we remain entwined—bodies interlocked, breath gradually tapering into a gentle, shared rhythm. I gingerly shift my weight, sliding off her, only to pull her tightly against me. Her skin is slick with perspiration, and her breath is a warm, soothing caress against my chest.

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