Page 137 of His Ruthless Match
I placed her on the edge of the bed, thrusting into her one last time before pulling out. She stared at me with wide eyes.
“I want you against the wall. Get your perfect ass over there.”
She stood and sauntered over to the far wall. She slowly turned and pressed her breasts against the wall, arching her back slightly and thrusting out her ass.
I growled and stood behind her, lining up my cock with her entrance. One hand on the wall, I leaned forward and pressed against her, feeling her heat surround me once again. She let out a moan and gripped the wall, holding herself up.
Our bodies moved together in perfect harmony, lost in the storm that raged outside. The smell of rain and sex filled the air, an intoxicating mix that fueled our passion. The shadows dancing across the walls only added to the intensity of it all—a reminder that this was more than just lust or desire.
This was fate.
And we were its fucking playthings.
Eva moaned as I thrust deeper into her. I reached around her and pinched her nipple while my other hand found her swollen clit.
Eva cried out my name as she came apart in my arms. My own release followed soon after, and I poured everything I had into her.
We collapsed against the wall, still entwined, before falling onto the bed together.
Eva nestled her head on my shoulder, her damp hair spread out across my skin. I pressed a kiss to her forehead, feeling the subtle tremor still running through her. Even in the subdued light, I could see the faint flush on her cheeks and the contentment in her gaze. But there was also something else—uncertainty, maybe. Or curiosity. Like she was waiting for me to say something.
My heart still pounded, not merely from the physical intensity but from the enormity of what this moment meant. If only she knew how deeply it resonated inside me. I couldn’t keep my feelings locked away much longer, but we had enough complications without me tossing in a revelation about fate and mates. I needed to choose my moment carefully.
She shifted, looking up at me with those luminous eyes, her expression gentle but questioning. It was as if she sensed that I was holding something back. Part of me worried she’d ask about it right then, corner me into a confession. Part of mewantedher to, so I wouldn’t have to find the courage on my own.
“Jareth,” she whispered, her voice thin in the hush of the bedroom.
I swallowed, suddenly as anxious as a child caught in a lie. “Yeah?” My voice emerged rough, nearly cracking from the emotion lodged in my throat.
She opened her mouth to speak, then paused. Several beats passed in silence, broken only by our breathing. Finally, she shook her head. “Nothing,” she murmured, though her eyes said otherwise.
I exhaled, relief warring with guilt. I wanted to reach into her mind, soothe whatever concerns stirred there. But I also knew there was no going back once I told her about our bond. Instead, I pulled her closer and buried my face in the crook of her neck. My lips brushed her skin, a silent reassurance that I was here, that I cared.
“Eva,” I whispered against her ear, “just rest for now.”
She let out a soft hum of agreement. Her fingers traced lazy patterns across my chest, and I felt her breathing slow as the adrenaline seeped away. Outside, the storm continued, but here, in the darkness, we had found our own quiet refuge.
As we lay there, content in the afterglow of that powerful joining, my mind wandered. I thought about all the times I’d fought against letting someone in, all the reasons I’d built walls around my heart. Now, with Eva nestled against me, those walls felt like they were built of sand, eroding in the face of a gentle but unrelenting tide.
I couldn’t remember the last time I felt so content. Relaxed, even. It was terrifying.
She shifted slightly, her weight pressing into me as she propped herself up on one elbow. Her hair spilled over her shoulder in damp, messy waves. “Can I ask you something?” she said hesitantly.
“You can ask me anything.” I meant it. Whatever she wanted to know, I’d tell her.
Her lips curved in a small smile, curiosity sparking in her eyes. “Have you always lived on my brother’s estate?”
I chuckled softly, shaking my head. “No, not even close. My life before that was… complicated.”
She tilted her head, her dark eyes locking onto mine. “Complicated how?”
I didn’t talk about my past often. Hell, I didn’t talk about it at all. But with her, the words didn’t feel so hard to say.
“I was born into a powerful cougar shifter pack,” I started, keeping my voice low. “We were… well, think of it as a mafia, but with claws. Smuggling magical goods, black-market deals—you name it, we did it.”
Her eyes widened slightly, but she didn’t interrupt, which made it easier for me to keep going.
“My father was the alpha. He was ruthless and not exactly big on affection. In our pack, you didn’t get anything handed to you—not respect, not loyalty, not even love. You had to earn it. My childhood was spent proving myself. Over and over.”
