Page 70 of Collar Me Crazy
His emerald eyes flared, wolf bright, and then his hands were on her, sliding beneath the fabric, pushing it up inch by inch. The roughness of his palms contrasted with the reverence of his touch, worshipful and desperate at once. He bared her slowly, deliberately, until the gown was gathered at her waist, her skin revealed to the cool air and the heat of his gaze.
“God, Sonya.” His breath shuddered out of him as his eyes devoured her. “You’re fucking perfect.”
She trembled beneath the intensity of it, but lifted her hips in invitation. “Show me.”
He stripped the rest of the gown away with a wolf’s impatience, leaving her in only the delicate slip of underwear beneath. His shirt was next, tossed aside, revealing the lean, powerful build she had memorized in stolen glimpses. Broad shoulders, chest dusted with auburn hair, muscles honed for strength but built with the grace of a swimmer. Scars mapped his skin, silent reminders of battles fought, but to her they were marks of survival, proof of the man he was.
She reached up, tracing one along his ribs with trembling fingers. “Every mark tells me more about you. And I want all of you.”
His control snapped. With a growl, he covered her mouth again, kissing her with raw possession as his hands slid down,hooking her underwear and pulling it away in one swift motion. She gasped as the air touched her bare skin, and then his hand was there, fingers sliding through her slick folds.
“Already so wet for me,” he groaned against her lips. “Your pussy’s begging, Sonya.”
Her hips jerked as he teased her clit, slow circles that had her clutching at his shoulders. “Ryker—please?—”
“I love when you beg.” His lips brushed her ear, his voice dark and reverent. “But I’ll give you everything, mate.”
He slid one thick finger inside her, then another, stretching her, filling her. She moaned, her body arching into the rhythm he set, each thrust of his fingers matched by the press of his cock against her thigh.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned. “So ready to take me.”
“Yes,” she gasped. “I need you inside me. Now.”
He withdrew, and for a heartbeat she thought he’d tease her longer. But then he was shoving his trousers down, freeing his cock. Her breath caught—it was thick, long, flushed with need. The sight of him undone, trembling with restraint, sent a rush of heat through her.
He positioned himself at her entrance, eyes locking with hers. “Once I’m in, there’s no turning back. You’ll be mine in every way.”
“I already am.” Her hand cupped his cheek. “Forever.”
With a groan torn from his soul, he pushed into her.
The stretch was exquisite, burning and blissful all at once as his cock slid deep, inch by inch, until he filled her completely. Her cry mingled with his groan as they clung to each other, their bond flaring so bright it felt like starlight igniting behind her eyes.
“God, Sonya,” he rasped, his forehead dropping to hers. “You feel like heaven. Like fucking home.”
“You are home,” she whispered, her nails digging into his back. “Always.”
He began to move, slow at first, savoring every thrust, every gasp, every desperate moan. Their bodies found a rhythm that felt ancient, primal, the dance of mates written into their very bones. Each stroke of his cock inside her sent sparks racing through their bond, her seer’s power flaring with every pulse of magic between them.
Her legs wrapped around his waist. “Harder,” she panted. “I can take it.”
His wolf surged, control unraveling. With a snarl, he drove into her, hard and deep, each thrust claiming her, marking her, sealing what the prophecy had foretold. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the cabin, mingling with their cries and the ragged rhythm of breath.
“Mine,” he growled, biting gently at her throat.
“Yes,” she gasped, clutching him tighter. “Yours. Always.”
Pleasure built, coiling hotter and tighter, until she was trembling, her body on the edge of breaking apart. “Ryker—I’m?—”
“Come with me,” he groaned, his pace brutal now, every thrust angled to drag her over the edge. “Now, Sonya—let go.”
Her climax tore through her like wildfire, her vision exploding with light as her pussy clenched hard around him. She cried out his name, her body convulsing, and felt his release crash into hers, his cock pulsing as he spilled inside her with a hoarse cry of triumph.
For a long moment, there was nothing but heat, magic, and the bond knitting them so tightly together she could no longer tell where she ended and he began.
When the tremors finally eased, he collapsed against her, burying his face in her curls, his body still sheathed within hers.
“I love you,” he murmured, voice rough, reverent. “Forever. No fear, no prophecy. Just us.”
