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With a wild cry, I lean forward to pin his shoulders, my tits swinging between us as I work us both into a frenzy. His arms lock around me and the clean-smelling tang of his sage-and-juniper soap rises from his skin to mix with my scent. His cock pistons into me like he’s punishing me.
And I know it’s because of what he’s bound and determined to make me admit.
He makes me so furious with his complete fucking refusal to hear what I keep telling him.
But he’s still going to make me come harder than I’ve ever come in my life.
“That’s right,” he grits through bared teeth, his hips snapping against mine in a relentless rhythm. “You’re my queen. I’m your mate. Claim me. Make me yours.”
Cries are ripping out of me with every thrust, cries of rage and denial and pleasure. Static electricity sparks in the bedding from the magical charge I’m giving off. I’m drenching him with my mating scent, rubbing my essence deeper into his skin with every thrust, and he’s crying out too, raw agonized shouts that only urge me higher. I can feel his savage need for this brutal claiming, his intense satisfaction that I’m doing it, I can feel every single thing he feels blazing through this bond between us.
It’s the fucking mating bond. I know it and I’m furious. I want it but I don’t.
“You’re my queen,” he groans, slamming into me. “I’m your mate. Make me yours.”
I kiss him to shut him up, a sloppy desperate kiss that’s halfway to a bite. Our mouths fuse together with an electric shock—me snarling, him moaning—and the avalanche force of our shared climax roars through me and through him like our whole world is ending.
We’re making insane amounts of noise and I’m vaguely aware the whole house can hear us, it actually feels like maybe the whole house is shaking, the entire bed is crackling with magical energy, and I’m betraying every single thing I’ve ever believed by claiming him as my mate. But this is beyond my control, beyond anyone’s control.
I lost control the minute I mounted him, and maybe even the minute I met him.
His cock spasms inside me and his essence spurts into me, over and over, so much more intimate and intense because I’m fucking him bare. It feels like he never stops coming, and I’m sobbing out loud, and the whole room is shades of lilac thanks to the witchy electric glow that’s pouring from my eyes.
Then he’s holding me, he’s kissing me, and his voice is deep inside me.
I’m yours, my queen. I’m yours. I’m so totally yours.
Which means I’m so totally fucked.
Chapter Eighteen
Lucius
I scramble through the open window of my ground-floor bedroom and land on all four paws on the bearskin pelt in front of my dying fire.
I’m panting from loping and burrowing and bounding all through the rugged slopes and forests beyond the village and howling under the waxing moon. The cold is trapped in my thick fur and the pure sweet music of my howl still burns in my lungs.
But, Christ, I needed the run. I needed my wolf.
I fling myself down on my belly and let my tongue loll while I pant. Well past midnight, it’s dark and cold as Hades in my bedroom, with the window propped open and the fire burning low. Momentarily I’ll be obliged to shift to attend my various human needs.
Still, I’m in no particular hurry. When I shift, all my intractable human concerns—all the troubles and pressures and dilemmas that drove me relentlessly into the night like the lash of a whip—will come clamoring to the fore.
I lower my muzzle to my paws and heave a wolfish sigh.
When I slipped out, the entiredomuswas still humming under the sexual amperage of the Gemini queen’s climax. The force of her release blew out half the lights and fuses in the house, which is one more problem I’ll need to address. In fact, we’re all quite fortunate she didn’t summon lightning.
Next time, we could very well be less fortunate.
Her untutored witchcraft is crying out for training. I’d hoped to delay until Zarina accepts her fate, and I don’t mistake her apparent compliance for anything close to acceptance. Indeed, I fully expect her to test the strength of this island’s protective wards with some sort of daredevil caper.
But now that she’s claiming her mates and channeling her power much more quickly than I dared to hope, the gift of time to embrace her fate is a luxury we can no longer afford.
Zarina’s climax may have short-circuited the house, but it was Neo’s earth magic that made the island shake. He’s the Capricorn scion, well-trained and well-focused, and his control is typically excellent. Clearly the potency of this long-sought consummation with his fated mate overcame my typically responsible and civic-minded student.
Now, thankfully, the house is steeped in late night silence. With my lupine senses, I can smell my queen sleeping, wrapped in dreams of lightning and her lover’s arms. Dez is asleep in Racetrack’s room and undoubtedly in her bed, which according to the Academy Codex is a conduct violation until they both turn twenty, although I’ll allow it tonight after the day’s unsettling disturbances.
But the light in Vasili’s bedroom is still burning.
