Page 64 of The Reaper's Vow
My fingers slide into her damp hair, gentle, careful of the bruised spot where rough hands had pulled her earlier. Dried blood loosens beneath my touch, spiraling in pink streams down the drain. She exhales softly, the sound escaping her lips with each slow stroke of my fingers over her scalp. The quiet, trusting sound slams into me, low and hot, settling hard between my legs.
I force myself to focus on the task—cleaning away the evidence of tonight's violence, washing the fear from her skin.
“Better?” I ask, rinsing the suds from her hair with cupped handfuls of water.
She turns in my arms before I can stop her, and suddenly we're chest to chest, her naked body pressed against mine under the spray. My breath catches as I feel every soft curve, every place where her skin meets mine.
“Karina.” Her name comes out as a warning, a plea. Her hands come up to rest against my chest, fingers splaying over the tattoos that mark me as my father's son. I have to grip the shower wall behind her to keep from crushing her against me.
“I’m done running.” It’s not a plea. It’s a surrender. A declaration. “When the full moon rises...I’m yours.”
The animal inside me roars.
The tension I’ve been holding back shatters in an instant. My palm slams against the tile beside her head, the wall rattling from the impact. My body cages hers, warmth radiating between us, slick skin sliding against mine. My cock throbs where it presses against her stomach, demanding more, merciless.
“You don’t fucking know what you’re offering me, Karina.”
She doesn’t retreat. Not an inch. Her breath stutters, but her chin tips up in reckless defiance. “Then teach me.”
“If you give yourself to an alpha, there’s no taking it back. It’s forever.” My mouth brushes her ear, the words harsh and raw.“I’ll drive my scent so deep into your flesh no wolf will ever dare question who you belong to.”
She shivers—reckless, glorious girl. Her nipples harden against my chest, and her thighs squeeze together like she’s trying to trap the fire I’ve set alight with nothing but words and promise.
“You want that?” I growl, dragging my hand down her body, fingers skimming over the curve of her breast, her waist, her hip. “Want me to ruin you for anyone else? Want to be my good little mate, dripping with me for days?”
She trembles, nodding. Her lips part, but nothing comes, only a strangled gasp when my fingers slip between her legs.
“Fuck,” I rasp, stroking through her slickness. “You’re drenched. And it’s not the damn water, is it?”
Her head shakes, her expression dazed, heavy-lidded. “No. It’s you.”
My free hand seizes her jaw, tilting her head so I can crush my mouth to hers. The kiss is brutal—tongue and teeth, desperation and possession. She whimpers into me, grinding against my hand, chasing every filthy stroke of my fingers.
“I want to feel you fall apart on my hand. Right here. Right now. Before I take you apart in every other way that matters.”
Her hand finds my cock, wrapping around it like instinct, like she’s done it a hundred times. Bold. Certain. Mine. A curse tears from me as she strokes, relentless and filthy.
“That’s it,” I snarl, circling her clit faster now. “Touch me, sweetheart. Use me.”
Her moans spiral higher, body arching, legs shaking. “Damien?—”
“Keep your focus on me,” I command. “I want your eyes on me when you break for me.”
Her lips part, chest rising in ragged bursts as she unravels, convulsing around my fingers, a cry ripping from her throat as release slams through her.
I don’t stop. I can’t. Her orgasm fuels mine—her slickness, the grip of her hand on my cock, the sheer surrender in every trembling pulse of her body.
I jerk in her grip, teeth clenched, coming hard across her belly with a ragged growl. My muscles lock, my forehead pressed to hers as I breathe through the flood of need that still simmers under my skin.
Water pours down around us, steam rising, scent of sex and wolf thick between our bodies.
I rest my hands on either side of her head, caging her in place with my body.
“I’m going to make you scream for me, Karina. Loud enough the whole damn pack hears. And when I knot you under the moon, you’ll feel it for days—my teeth in your neck, my cum dripping down your thighs. You won’t need words. They’ll smell it on you.”
She bites her bottom lip, then lets it go slowly as her fingers drift up my chest.
“I want them to know. I want them to see.”
