Page 5 of Wolf Desired

The guys had warned me about this realm’s spirits that were manifestations of a god or goddess’s power, and I didn’t want to encounter any that belonged to a death god.

But as I raised my gaze to see where we were — and how far ahead Cyrus was — the world lurched to the side, and I bumped my hip against another outcropping.

Staggering, I clutched at the rib-high protrusion to catch my balance. The rock beneath my hand swam in and out of focus, darkening and lightening as if clouds were rapidly passing overhead even though there hadn’t been a cloud in the sky.

The world lurched again despite not even looking up, and my knees trembled, threatening to drop me to the ground.

Something wasn’t right and I wasn’t going to be able to tough it out until we made camp. And even if I could tough it out, Cyrus had been pissed because I hadn’t told him that my feet had been sore, bleeding messes for days. He hadn’t yelled at me during our conversation about accepting my bond and I really wanted to keep it that way.

I looked up, gritting my teeth against my lurching, darkening vision. He was even farther away than before, but I didn’t know if he really was or if that was tunnel vision.

“Cyrus,” I gasped, my voice ringing in my ears. “I—”

My core clenched hard and a wave of clawing, desperate need stole my breath along with my vision. I sagged to the ground, my legs unable to hold me, the world so dim it felt like the dead of night. Shivers wracked my body. The trembling exacerbated my feverish aching and the painful throbbing in my core.

I needed sex.

I needed I needed I needed.

I couldn’t think of anything else and my need was going to consume me if I didn’t satisfy it.

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