Page 100 of Fated to the Wolf Billionaire

The growl that tore itself out of me filled the room, and her eyes flared bright amber at the sound.

“Ooh, I like that, mate.”

And she did. The blue was fanning out from her eyes, the designs I so rarely got to see swirling over her skin spreading over her like water flowing.

“Is it too much?” I asked, even though I was hanging on to my control by a thread the width of a strand of hair. If she said no, I would walk away. Even if it killed me.

Rain started to pound on the floor-to-ceiling windows, wind whipping into a frenzy outside. “I think it’s exactly enough. Maybe we both just need to let off a little steam.” The tips of her ears had turned pointed, her dirty-blonde hair flowing into deep raven all before my eyes.

My hard-fought control snapped, the invitation in her eyes breaking the dam in one great burst, need for her drowning out everything else.

She was magnificent, a wild creature—untamed by time or touch.

And she was all mine.

FORTY-SEVEN

Fiona

The storm raged in my chest as Reed’s hands skimmed over my sides, sharp, half-shifted claws slicing my dress away like it was nothing.

I reveled in it, loved his wildness because it fed the wildness inside me. But somehow, embracing it like this, I was in control. I owned the storm, owned the whipping wind and the slashing rain. It was part of me, and I was part of it.

Djinn.

I’d read about them in the maidens’ books, briefly. Most of them were legends lost to time, spirits that inhabited storms, not physical bodies. But it all made sense now, as Reed pushed me back onto the bed, falling to his knees and pressing my legs wide. As I felt the rage, felt the power, felt thebeautyof the power inside me.

The storm outside was a kitten, purring in my lap. Happy to please me, happy to be free finally, after so long being locked inside a cage. It didn’t want to be in a cage; it wasn’tmeantto inhabit a solid body, always locked down tight.

That was all it ever wanted: to be free.

Reed’s tongue swirled around my clit, dragging me back into myself, out of the storm as he drove me wild, pushing me higher and higher with skilled strokes of tongue and fingers.

I was liquid need, floating passion, untethered from anything but his touch. And when he drove me to the peak, all I wanted was more. More of him, more feeling, more freedom.

The tips of his claws prickled at my skin as he rose, letting go of my thighs only long enough to tear off his clothes, buttons and fabric flying free as his claw-tipped fingers made quick work of them.

And then he was there, hot and demanding at my pussy as he sheathed himself in one possessive stroke. The stretch was blindingly delicious, and we rode the wave of pleasure together as he pounded into me, eyes aglow and grip so tight, it was going to leave handprints tomorrow.

But I didn’t care. I wanted it all, I wanted him to mark me, claim me, take me. Even when we bonded, he hadn’treallylet go.

This side of him? This completely unhinged, feral side? It was only mine, something he held back from everyone else in his life. This was for his mate.

When the next orgasm hit, those waves of bliss making me see flashing stars behind my eyes, it was his name that I screamed, his punishing strokes that lit me on fire, his roars of pleasure that filled my ears as he crashed into the ocean of lust right along with me.

His wild, reckless heart that I stole, that I was never, ever giving back.

FORTY-EIGHT

Fiona

Six days later

Rut was not for the faint of heart. Every part of my body ached, but somehow, despite the lingering soreness and faint bruises from the many, many hickeys Reed had given me in his attempts not to bite me and poison himself with vampire venom, I felt like I was glowing from the inside out.

I’d never felt so loved, or so free.

I’d finally connected with my powers. That first realization that they just wanted to be free had been the tipping point.

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