Page 84 of Wolf Queen Ruin
I found myself in Damien’s arms, the Shadow Fang piece caught between us in the container, still pulsing with that strange energy.His face hovered inches below mine, his eyes wide with an emotion I couldn’t quite identify—relief, perhaps, or something more complex.A smudge of dirt marked his cheek, and a small cut above his eyebrow healed before my eyes.
This close, I could see the shadows behind his blue eyes, the haunted ones of someone who had seen too much, felt too much, and learned to guard himself against the weight of it all.But the longer he stared at me, the more those shadows receded.
“Are you hurt?”he asked, his voice rough with concern.
“No,” I managed to say, suddenly aware of how close we were, how his arms still encircled me.“You?”
After a brief hesitation, he said, “Nothing that won’t heal.”
Something electric passed between us—an acknowledgment of what we’d accomplished, of the danger we’d faced together and survived.The Shadow Fang piece pulsed more intensely between us, its rhythm matching the accelerating beat of my pulse.
In the space between heartbeats, the electric charge between us snapped into something primal.Our mouths crashed together, all teeth and tongue and desperate hunger.He tasted like mountain air and something darkly sweet.
His hands were already under my shirt, his rough palms scraping over my ribs, making me moan into his mouth.I yanked at his belt buckle, my fingers fumbling.
“Fuck, Luna,” he growled, his voice shredded.
He ripped my shirt open, buttons flying, as he sat up with me straddling him.Cool air hit my skin, then the heat of his mouth on my nipple.I cried out, arching against him, my fingers finding the hard length of him straining against his pants.I palmed his cock through the fabric, thick and pulsing insistently.He groaned, the vibration against my breast sending sparks straight between my legs.
His hand shoved my pants and underwear down my hips.I kicked them off, barely registering the tear of fabric.His fingers slid between my legs, finding me soaked.
“You’re dripping wet,” he rasped.
Two fingers plunged into my pussy, curling just right.Moaning, I buried my face in his shoulder and thrust my hips hard, riding his hand, while fighting with his zipper.
“I need you inside me,” I demanded, my voice raw.
He speared his fingers through my hair and pulled so I’d look at him, and the fiery look he gave me made me throb.Then he shoved his pants down just enough, his cock springing free—long, thick, veins pulsing.
Beautiful.
I guided him to my entrance, and the blunt head pressed against me, stretching me deliciously.I sank down in one hard, deep slide, taking him to the hilt.We both gasped, a sharp, shared intake of breath.
“Tight,” he gritted out, his hands clamping on my hips.“So fucking tight.”
I started moving, riding him fast and hard, chasing the friction.Chasing the release and the adrenaline and my forbidden desire for him to fuck me senseless in the middle of a deadly jungle.His cock filled me perfectly, hitting that deep spot with every upward thrust of his hips.
I gasped, digging my nails into his shoulders.“Yes, Damien.Harder.”
He obliged, slamming up into me, the force driving cries from my throat.His lips captured mine again, and he hooked one hand over the back of my shoulder to drive me down on him even faster.His other hand roamed my body, cupping my breasts, thumbing my nipples into stiff, aching peaks.
Somehow, the strap for the container with the Shadow Fang piece had slung over my back, and now it hummed against my spine.Below us, the earth still quaked with the crypt’s collapse.These two sensations, coupled with Damien ravaging my body, lifted me impossibly higher, ensuring a dramatic, powerful fall.
“Come for me,” he commanded.“Let me feel you shatter.”
His thumb found my clit, rubbing rough, relentless circles.Pleasure coiled, tight and urgent.
My pussy clenched around him, wave after wave of pure, blinding ecstasy tearing through me from the deepest part of my core.I screamed his name, my body shuddering uncontrollably.He followed, his hips jerking up, driving deep as his cock pulsed inside me.He groaned, a raw, guttural sound that echoed my own pleasure.
He looked damn good as he came, his face relaxed from all tension, the chips of ice in his blue eyes melted into molten heat.
We held each other tightly, riding out the shockwaves of pleasure.There was something almost reverent in the way he touched me afterward, like someone who had found something precious.
Our bodies still joined, his hips still twitching up into me, he cradled the back of my neck and teased his tongue over my lower lip.“If anything had happened to you back there...”
“I know.I thought the same thing about you,” I admitted, sighing into his kiss.
I didn’t know why or how or when, but somewhere along our short partnership, I’d started to fall for Damien.A vampire.My mortal enemy I couldn’t stop thinking or worrying about.This wasn’t part of the plan, and it definitely complicated everything about our mission, but I couldn’t bring myself to care.
