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“After the bond is sealed,” I continue, shifting inside her slightly, “things will be different. I don’t know what will happen for us, but in my pack, bonded pairs can hear each other’s thoughts, communicate without speaking. It’s an intimate connection, something you only share with your mate.” I move my thumb from her neck to her collarbone, tracing it beneath her skin.
She is silent. The storm continues outside, but its roar has turned to a whisper, and it’s barely audible over the fire. A delicate scent of rain swirls in the air around us. Aurora lifts her hands to my face and tips my head back slightly. Her eyes hold mine captive as she nods once. “You can mark me.”
My cock twitches.
Finally.
Without another word, I wrap my arms about her and turn her onto her back in the soft dirt, keeping myself buried inside her. Her hair splays out around her head like rays of sunlight. Once I have her where I want her, I thrust into her deeply, making her gasp. I want her to feel pleasure while I administer the pain.
“It will only take a moment,” I whisper as my lips trace her throat. My wolf wishes to tear free, to sink its fangs into her, butI hold my human form together, breathe in the scent of her and feel my body tremble.
“I’m not scared,” she whispers. There’s movement at my low back, her ankles locking around me, trapping me inside her.
With a growl of desire, I let my tongue trace her throat. She turns her head a bit, further exposing her pale freckled flesh. My hands take hold of hers, pinning them down above her head. Her small breasts rise and fall with her rapid breathing. Now she’s trapped beneath me, a tiny prey animal with nowhere to flee.
Seeing her this way makes me throb.
Without another moment’s hesitation, I pull my lips back from my teeth and sink my fangs into her neck, her skin parting like cream around my canines.
She screams.
Chapter 32
Aurora
THE PAIN IS EXCRUCIATING. IT’S so much worse than I thought it would be.
Is it always this painful, or is it because I’m not like him, not a shifter?
Buried in my neck, Faolan’s fangs burn like fire. My scream echoes off the rock walls, reverberating around us. Without intending to, I fight against Faolan’s hold, but he has my hands pinned firmly above my head, and his grip is unyielding as iron. When I try to turn my head, he growls against me, chest vibrating, and I swear his cock gets bigger as he pushes it deep inside me.
My scream turns to a whimper, the heat now traveling down my neck, through my veins, and into my shoulder and chest. As it moves through me with each beat of my heart, Faolan thrusts his hips, rocking me in the dirt upon the cave floor.
Held in his grasp, my wrists are immovable. Despite this, I continue trying to tug them loose so that I may shove him away, free myself of the flames scorching me beneath his lips.
He shifts so that he can hold my wrists with one hand. The other slides down the length of my body. When he touches his fingertips to my swollen clit, I squeal. Still sensitive from my release, I squirm, afraid it’ll be too much.
But with Faolan’s fangs buried in my throat and his length as deep into me as it can go, my body surprises me.
I relax, even close my eyes, relishing his touch. And somehow, it helps me to bear the agony still blazing through me. He circles my swollen flesh gently, rocking his hips in a slow rhythm that has me already climbing that mountain again, soaring toward the peak. I didn’t think my body could yield to such bliss again so soon, but I was wrong.
Ankles locked around his low back, I tighten my grip, trying to drive him into me harder, faster. It takes very little coaxing; with a rumble of approval, Faolan does just that.
My breath escapes in short punctuated gasps with each of his rabid thrusts. His fangs are agony while his touch is unrivaled ecstasy.
And this time when I scream, the sound forms his name. I cum around him, my body throbbing so hard I feel it like a heartbeat. At the same time, Faolan’s muscles coil tight, and then he releases himself into me with a growl that vibrates through his fangs, into my throat, and all the way to my core, making my body shake. His heat fills me.
I’m panting hard, Faolan’s passion and the fire beside us making my body slick with sweat. As my throbbing slowly subsides, leaving me completely exhausted, Faolan slides his fangs from my neck. Even that hurts, and I wince. But then his tongue drags across the puncture wounds, and with a magic all his own, he seals the bite mark, trapping the heat inside. Once he’s completed the marking, he releases his hold on my wrists and sits back on his knees, then helps me sit up.
“Are you all right?” he asks. His blue eyes are stormy. “I know it hurt... I didn’t know how bad it would be.”
“I’m okay,” I say. My throat feels raw from screaming.
“I didn’t want to hurt you. I had to hold you down. If you’d torn yourself free of my fangs...” He averts his eyes for a moment. A muscle in his sharp jaw ticks.
Gently, I lift a hand and trail my fingers across my neck. The wounds are still sensitive, but I can feel the softness of the new scar tissue already forming, and I wonder what it’ll look like when I get a chance to peer into the mirror back home.
Everyone will see. Everyone will know.
