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She backs up, nodding, biting her lip to stop her grin.
“I’m going to run,” she teases.
“And what if I warn you not to?” I lick my lips, my mouth already watering. “What if I chase you?”
“Then you’d better catch me.”
Our eyes lock. My heart swells. Then she turns on her heels and runs.
Chapter 58
Willow
I’m running full pelt down the hallway, adrenaline pumping. Logical thought has abandoned me. I must be crazy. I grin to myself and dare peek over my shoulder, then stumble when I meet Bodin’s dark, hungry eyes.
Inches behind me.
I squeak and surge forward, but he’s on me in a heartbeat, spinning me to face him and pressing me against the wall. The cool stone at my back is a shock against my feverish skin. Hungry lips claim mine in a punishing, greedy kiss. It’s a balm to my suffering. Bodin echoes the animal in me. He knows what I need because he needs it, too. The floodgates open on my biology. Lust ignites in my veins. Suddenly, I’m so ready for him, so wet and aching to be filled that I can wait no longer. The empty, hot part of me has waited so, so long.
“Get this shit off,” I snarl, ripping at his clothes. I yank anything in my way until I find smooth, muscular brown skin. His taut lower abdomen is mine to explore. He groans into my mouth, the sound vibrating through me. He captures my hands, slamming them against the wall above my head, and grunts, “No.” Pain flashes over his features. “Don’t you dare put my pleasure before yours again.”
“I just want you inside me,” I moan.
“First,” he promises darkly, “you feel good.”
I whimper, arching into him, craving more. We kiss. He takes. Then, driven by some primal instinct, I shove him off me and renew my escape. I want him to pin me like he did that time we trained. I want him to take me, to claim me the way wolves do. It feels natural—what I’ve suppressed. Doors fly past me in a blur. Walls. Paintings hanging on hooks.
The scent of leather and spice fills my nostrils.
He catches me again, growling with satisfaction. He tosses me through a doorway. Like a ragdoll, I stumble, grinning, feeling more alive than ever.
A glance tells me I’m in his private chambers. Somehow, I knew exactly where to go—or maybe he herded me here. Seeing his vast bed sends a fresh wave of fever coursing through my body. But from the look in Bodin’s dark and wild eyes, I’m unsure we’ll make it that far.
The air between us is thick with the scent of our shared arousal. My skin feels too tight, every nerve ending alive and singing for his touch. Shirtless, Bodin stalks towards me. His movements are fluid and predatory. This is it—the moment everything changes. And despite the small voice in the back of my mind warning me about consequences, all I can think is: finally.
This acceptance is what I’ve been chasing since Fox left, what he’ll bring when he returns.
We don’t make it to the bed. Bodin is atop me, flattening me with his heavy body, biting me and nipping me as he tears clothes from my limbs. I think we’re on a rug. I’m unsure, but it’s rough against my spine when I twist. Each little spark of our touch builds to something bigger. And then he’s ripping my pants with his bare hands, burying his face between my naked thighs.
His first lick glides up my seam from bottom to top. I’ll never forget the groan he makes. Never. It sounds the way I feel. Overcome. Feral. Hungry yet satisfied at once. His inhale against my sensitive flesh makes me tingle. He holds my scent in his lungs, savoring it. He pauses as if he needs to restrain himself. Then he lifts his head, smokey eyes clashing with mine.
“If you think to keep me away when you’re needy . . .” A snarl. A plea. Then he drops, and he’s eating me out with a frenzied, expert mouth. Pleasure barrels through me, stealing my logic.
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” I breathe, moan.
My first orgasm is wrenched from somewhere deep in my soul. The sound I make is animal. The fever heat amplifies the ecstasy, combusting every last nerve ending I own. I barely have the sense to push his head back from pussy when he snarls and chases for more. I try to crawl backward. It’s too much. Wicked eyes meet mine as he pins my hips with large, capable hands.
“You’re not going anywhere, Calamity.” He ensures I understand, shoves off me, and stands, looming as he unbuttons his leather breeches and shoves them down. I watch, slightly unhinged and with desire building again, as his hard slabs of muscle tense and twitch with restraint. Every inch of him is defined and luminous with his lust. It’s sweat, I realize. It glitters over him like stardust. He fists his long, thick erection and strokes.
“You’re not going anywhere,” he repeats, a slow smile splitting his handsome face. “Except to my bed.”
“As if you can stop me,” I tease.
He lifts me off the floor, throws me onto his bed, and flips me onto my stomach. He raises my hips and notches the blunt head of his cock to my swollen pussy. It’s odd. He’s about to fuck me hard, dominate me. I should feel afraid, submissive, or like prey. This only feels safe. Thrilling.
But he hasn’t entered me yet. First, he crowds my smaller body with his. A trembling, tentative touch at my neck as he brushes aside my hair. The press of his teeth is delicate at first. Hesitating or questioning?
“Do it,” I moan, panting and breathless with anticipation. “Mark me hard, Bodin.”
