Page 93 of Fated to the Wolf Billionaire

He kissed me on the lips, and the languid heat in my belly rose again instantly, desire for more of him filling me at the simplest of touches. When he pulled back, I followed, rolling him to his back and straddling him, chasing him with a hunger that I’d never experienced before. He was right, my instincts were pushing me, urging me, driving me forward in a way I didn’t have to question.

I leaned down to his neck, nipping him playfully at first, but when he groaned and arched beneath me, I did it again, harder this time.

His stiff erection jumped against my ass, hot and tempting, I pushed back against it, relishing the fact that he craved me as badly as I craved him. Reed might not have wanted to push things physically between us, but I had no such compunctions. Aching with need, I rose up on my knees to slot him where I wanted him. His hands were on my thighs, his eyes greedy on my body as I slowly slid down, sheathing his length inside me with relish.

His moan of pleasure only stoked my own higher, and I worked up and down slowly, teasing him even as I rode him. When his hand snaked down to thumb my clit, I bucked, too close to the edge and not ready to give up my power just yet.

I still had to mark him, bite him, make him mine like he’d made me his. And in that moment, I knew exactly what to do. I grabbed his hand, pulling it slowly up my torso, between my breasts, to my lips. I kissed his fingertips, sucking the tips and nipping lightly, until I got to his thumb.

I closed my eyes, kissing the wide stretch of skin at the base of his thumb, and called on my magic. The blue ribbons of power in my chest were languid, but ready.

“Fuck, Stormy, don’t stop.” His hoarse words were all the encouragement I needed. Holding that power, holding him, I bit down, shocked when my teeth sank in easily, the metallic taste of his blood coating my tongue as Reed shouted his pleasure below me, thrusting up inside me like he was possessed. I followed the bite with a kiss, and then his hand was gone, anchoring my hips in place so he could fuck me from below.

I stabilized myself with my hands on his wide pecs, staring into his eyes as somethingshiftedbetween us, and pleasure engulfed me in a golden shimmer, bursting behind my eyelids as the mate bond locked into place.

He shouted his release, digging his heels into the bed as everything that had separated us vanished. And just like I could feel his heartbeat beneath my fingertips, I could feel it echoed in my own chest. He was mine, and I was his. We were one.

FORTY-FOUR

Reed

Leaving the bed next to Fiona the next morning was a form of torture. We’d slept, fucked, slept some more all throughout the night. My desire for her was insatiable, the new mate bond between us driving me to claim her over and over again.

She was just as insatiable, matching me urge for urge as we came together throughout the night. Which was why the morning light found us bone weary and furious to be summoned to the vampire’s nest.

Fiona deserved a solid week of rest and recovery, but unfortunately, I hadn’t been able to give her anything I’d wanted. A beautiful hotel room surrounded by enemies was not what I’d envisioned for our bonding, not by a long shot. But maybe life was about embracing where you were, with the one you loved, and not perfection at every turn.

Dirge had said I’d have to give up my closely-held control for her, and damn if he wasn’t right.

But when it came right down to it, being with her was enough perfection for me, no matter how much I wanted to give her everything.

“What’s wrong?” she murmured, wrapping her arms around me from behind, planting a kiss on my shoulder as she looked at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. “You’re supposed to be happy after a night like that.”

There was mirth to the words, but sincerity too. I placed a hand over hers, giving her a reassuring squeeze. “Last night was incredible beyond anything I could have imagined. I just hate that I can’t give you a honeymoon, lying on the beach.”

Fiona grinned, not sharing my melancholy. “Well, how about we do that after we take care of business?”

I snorted, shaking my head at her ebullience. What had I done to get so lucky to have her as my mate? I didn’t know. “Absolutely. Anywhere you want to go, for as long as you want to stay.”

Somehow, against all the odds, by the time we’d eaten breakfast and downed some coffee, I felt better than I ever had and ready to face the vampires. Her bond was a steady presence in my chest, this welcome warmth and awareness that made me feel like I could climb any mountain or chop down a tree with my bare hands.

I’d always been alpha, but with Fiona’s bond, I was a better man.

I was whole.

* * *

Carmine’s nestwas located in his first casino, the Sanguine Sinner, which was done up in vintage Vegas style. Bright lights and plush carpets greeted us as we stepped out of the car on the curb, and the automatic doors opened with a puff of rich cigar smoke, threaded with the distinctive scent of weed lingering in the air.

I held up a hand, stopping Fiona on the thick red carpet before we stepped inside. She was the picture of temptation in a blood-red gown, and part of me applauded her boldness, while the other part of me resisted the urge to shuffle her back into the car and away to safety.

“There’s something I forgot to tell you.”

“What’s that? How much you love me?” My heart sped at her private smile, the one she reserved only for me.

“I do love you, more than life itself. But some of the…” I paused, noting the sea of humanity swirling around us and lowering my voice. “Some of thebeingsinside can read minds. Not all. Only the very old and powerful. But Carmine is at least one with such talents.”

“Okay, good to know.”

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