Page 76 of Knotting on Heaven's Door

Her.

It was always her.

I didn’t let her second guess. Didn’t let her pull away or build that wall again.

I leaned in, growling low in my chest as I nuzzled into the crook of her neck, lips brushing over her skin. Then I opened my mouth and let my wolf do what it had been screaming to do since the first night we touched.

Iclaimedher back.

The bond snapped into place—visceral, wild, unstoppable. Final. And it didn’t just settle. Itroaredthrough us.

It wasn’t just a pull anymore. It was a fucking gravitational force.

Her want burned under my skin like fire. My need clawed through her chest like it was hers. We were no longer two separate bodies. Not really. Not where it mattered.

I let out a broken sound and buried my face in her neck, inhaling us. My cock was rock hard, aching for her, but the bond was louder than lust. It was deeper. Hungrier. Ancient and honest and so fucking fierce it left me trembling.

“Sebastian,” she gasped, her voice wrecked and pleading, hips already grinding up against me. I didn’t need her to tell me what she wanted. I felt it.

I knew it like I knew my own heartbeat.

She needed to be filled, to be taken, to be kept. And gods help us both—I needed to give her everything.

“No more rules,” I growled, dragging my hands down her sides, her thighs, everywhere I could touch, brand, claim. “You’re mine now.”

Her hands twisted in my shirt, yanking me closer even though there was no space left between us.

“I'm yours,” she whispered, voice trembling with something so raw it cracked me open.

Our wolves surged toward each other, snarling and desperate, no longer separate, no longer restrained. I gripped her hips like she was my tether to the earth—because fuck, she was—and my fingers moved undress her as fast as possible.

“Gods, Ada,” I breathed against her skin, panting, “you—fuck, I can feel what you want. What you need.”

And she wanted everything.

Not sweet. Not slow. She wanted to burn. To unravel. She wanted me to take her apart and put her back together with myhands and mouth and soul.

And she wanted to own me while I did it.

And I let her. I wanted her to.

I was inside her in the next heartbeat, and we both gasped because the bond didn’t just pulse—it exploded. Her pleasure crashed into mine in waves, raw and consuming, until I couldn’t tell where my desire ended and hers began.

I pushed into her thrust after thrust and she arched beneath me like I’d just given her oxygen. I could feel her pleasure build, coil in her spine, pour into my blood like a drug. I groaned into her neck as her nails raked down my back.

We moved as one.

No more teasing.

No more pretending.

Just two souls fused at the center, primal and perfect.

And every time she moaned, it echoed in me.

Every time I kissed her, it echoed in her. The bond fed off our need, amplified it, turned it into something holy and violent and real.

Her fingers dragged across my back, nails scoring down my spine as she arched under me, body desperate and open. Begging. Not with words. With instinct.

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