Page 86 of Brody
His pupils dilated further.“That’s quite a research agenda, Professor.”
“I’m very thorough,” I replied, trailing my fingers lower.“And I always get results.”
“I’ve never doubted that,” he murmured, his voice strained as my hand found its target.“But some experiments require… extensive testing.”
“Good thing we have all night,” I whispered, lowering myself by increments, taking him in a slow, controlled descent that had us both gasping.“And I never rush good science.”
The stretch and fullness were exquisite, my body accommodating his size perfectly, as if designed specifically for this joining.Because it was, I realized.The mate bond wasn’t just emotional or spiritual; it was physical, our bodies literally made for each other.
When he was fully seated inside me, I paused, adjusting to the sensation.His eyes were fixed on my face, hunger warring with awe in their depths.But there was something else there too, a vulnerability I’d never seen before in this powerful alpha male.He looked at me as if I held his heart in my hands, as if I could either destroy or complete him with a single word.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, the reverence in his voice making my heart stutter.“Not just your body, though God knows you’re perfect, but here.”He reached up, one finger gently touching my temple.“And here.”He moved his hand to rest it over my heart, the warmth of his palm seeping into my skin.“The most beautiful mind and heart I’ve ever known.”
The raw honesty in his voice undid me in ways mere physical pleasure never could.This wasn’t just sex.This was recognition on the deepest level possible.This was being truly seen.
“I spent so much time building walls,” I confessed, my voice barely audible over our synchronized breathing.“Telling myself I didn’t need this.Didn’t need you.”My fingers traced the lines of his face, memorizing contours I’d once known by heart.“I was wrong.”
Something broke open in his expression, hope and wonder and fierce joy mingling into an expression so naked with emotion it almost hurt to witness.“I’ll spend the rest of my life making up for lost time,” he vowed.“If you’ll let me.”
I began to move, finding a rhythm that sent pleasure between us, the physical expression of a promise my words couldn’t fully capture.“I’m counting on it.”I gasped, feeling the place where our bodies joined become a conduit for something greater than either of us alone.
His hands twitched against the sheets, clearly desperate to touch me.
“Please,” he groaned.“Rozi, please.”
“Not yet.”I gasped, increasing my pace.The power of controlling his pleasure as well as my own was intoxicating.Each time he tried to thrust upward, I lifted slightly, denying him the control he sought.
“Hands above your head,” I commanded, voice breathless but firm.“If you move them, I stop.”
He immediately complied, stretching his arms above his head, the position emphasizing the cut of his muscles and the breadth of his chest.The sight of him like this, powerful but yielding, controlled but not diminished, pushed me closer to the edge.
I leaned forward, changing the angle, and the new friction against my clit made stars explode behind my eyelids.My pace grew frantic, control slipping as pleasure built to unbearable heights.
“Now.”I panted.“Touch me now.”
His hands were on me instantly, one gripping my hip, the other sliding between us to circle my clit.The dual stimulation sent me hurtling toward release, my inner walls contracting around him in a rhythmic dance.
My pussy clenched around his cock, every nerve ending screaming for release.Pressure built at the base of my spine, radiating outward in molten waves.My vision blurred at the edges, sweat dripping between my breasts as I rode him with frantic, desperate movements.
“Fuck, Rozi,” he groaned, his hands bruising my hips as he thrust upward to meet each downward stroke.“I can feel you getting tighter.”
The scent of our mingled arousal filled the air, sex and sweat and primal need.My inner cheetah clawed to the surface, golden eyes bleeding into my human vision focusing on the spot between his neck and shoulder.
When my orgasm hit, it wasn’t just pleasure, it was transformation.Every muscle in my body locked, my pussy spasming violently around his thick length.A feral sound tore from my throat as I slammed down onto him one final time, taking him to the hilt.
Without conscious thought, I lunged forward, my teeth sinking into the junction of his neck and shoulder.His skin yielded easily, hot copper flooding my mouth as the claiming instinct took over.
Brody’s roar shook the very foundations of the dwelling, the sound more beast than man.His muscles bunched beneath me as he flipped us with animal strength, pinning me to the mattress without breaking our connection.His cock somehow grew even harder inside me, stretching me to the point of exquisite pain.
“Mine,” he snarled, his face transformed, human features sharpened with wolf aspects, eyes blazing pure gold without a hint of human gray.Saliva dripped from elongated canines as he bent toward my throat.
I arched up, offering myself willingly.“Yes.”I gasped, digging my nails into his shoulders hard enough to draw blood.“Claim me.Make me yours.”
His teeth broke my skin with savage precision, the pain instantly transmuting to blinding pleasure.Blood trickled down my collarbone as the claiming magic ignited, fusing our souls on a cellular level.
The mate bond didn’t just activate; it fucking detonated.
Reality fractured around us, my consciousness exploding beyond the boundaries of my body.
