Page 105 of Taken By the Alpha Priest

I shift back first, pinning her beneath me with my hands braced on either side of her head. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, her green eyes wide with exhilaration and defiance as the transformation ripples through her again.

We’re both panting, the bond between us thrumming with an electric intensity.

“You ran,” I say, my voice low, ragged. “You made me chase you.”

Her lips curl into a smirk, and she reaches up, her fingers tangling in my hair. “And you caught me.”

Her pulse thrums beneath my touch, her scent mingling with mine, and I can’t help the grin that spreads across my face. “You’re mine now.”

I kiss her hard and Tilda moans against my lips, clutching my shoulders. I lower my hand to press between her thighs and I find her dripping for me, her cunt clenching and begging for me.

I’ve never given into my rut before. I’ve always fought it off, keeping careful composure so I wouldn’t break my vows.

Not tonight.

Never again.

I move away, Tilda trying to keep me close, but I snarl and grip her by the hips. In one motion, I turn her around, then I drag her up to her hands and knees. Tilda lets out a ragged breath, arching when I run my claws down her spine. My knot is swollen almost to the point of pain, urging me to take her here and now.

In the pure, unfiltered moonlight, I know this could be nothing but divine. Her hourglass form in silver, her hair falling in long chestnut curls until they kiss the blades of grass below her.

I’m going to knot her until she screams, here in the grass. I’ll mate her for hours…for days.

I’ve lived a whole life without her, and I’ll be greedy with all the days—the years, the decades—we have left.

She’s babbling nonsense by the time I finally align myself with her core, rubbing the head of my cock against her slick entrance. I push inside her completely, unable to play games or tease—not tonight, in the moonlight. With no resistance whatsoever, my knot slides in as well, locking me within her until I’m buried.

I roll my hips, finding her pliant and needy. Her inner walls clench around me, dragging me somehow deeper.

I hold her by the waist as I slam into her again and again, filling her up. Tilda falls to her elbows, clawing at the earth, her skin gleaming under the night sky. She’s just as beautiful as the first time I saw her—more so, desperate for my cock. She looks over her shoulder at me with hungry green eyes, and I give her more.

I come, filling her until my seed drips down her thighs. But my knot doesn’t relent, and neither does my desire. I keep going, hard, fast. My rut won’t allow me to stop. I reach forward to tug on her breasts, reveling in how it makes her core flutter around me in a powerful orgasm.

I fall into a cycle of waxing desire, completion, repeating. It doesn’t seem to stop. The more I fuck her, the more I want her, our sweat-slick bodies becoming one.

How could this be anything but a blessing? For something to feel so right has to be divine. I worship at the altar of her body, using my ability to pleasure her in a wordless prayer.

And the stars shine.

And the moon sets.

My mate and I howl together until sunrise.

37

TILDA

Iwould think last night was a dream if Reyes wasn’t here beside me.

His eyes are open when I wake up, staring into mine as he shelters me from the sun with his broad shoulders. I don’t know when the sun rose, but I wonder if he’s been here the whole time, making sure that I get some sleep.

“You’re real,” I whisper, reaching up to touch his face. I stroke the soft, bushy salt and pepper of his beard, running my thumb over the planes of his cheekbones.

“I’m real,” he confirms. “This…this is real. It’s everything.”

He bends to place a sleepy kiss on my lips, his mouth soft against mine. My hair is mussed and spread out across the grass, the two of us having cleared out a circle with our lovemaking last night. It’s tall enough that it must have blocked the first rays of dawn, but it still appears to be fairly early; the sky blushes pink with sunrise.

“How did you find me?” I ask. “I remember getting out, and then you were just there.”

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