Page 89 of Wolf Bonded (Rejected Moons 2)

“You can break my hold,” he says. “If you want to get free of me, you’ll be able to do it. Your magic is just as strong as mine.”

“I don’t want to, though.” I want to give myself to him. The last thing in the world I want is to put a stop to whatever this is going to be.

Maybe I am powerful. Maybe I’m the most powerful of all of us. But right now, I surrender my magic and let Wilder take complete control.

He kisses me, and for the first time, I know exactly where he is because no magic on Earth could possibly replicate the taste and the feel of him. The scent of his skin, like wind over ice, just a little bit metallic. If the night had a scent, it would smell like Wilder.

“I’m going to make you feel things you’ve never felt before,” he breathes, and as the words leave his mouth in a puff that caresses my cheek, I feel the nerves in the deepest part of my body spring to life. It’s as if he’s already inside me, already stimulating me, but so much deeper than anyone ever has been before. His magic lets him touch me where physical hands could never reach.

I moan, arousal spreading through me like a sunburst.

He’s kissing me again, but I can feel his mouth on both of my breasts now too, and I’m too wild with desire this time to know which one is real. Is the tongue exploring my mouth the real one? Is it the one drawing slow, gentle circles around my right nipple, or is it the one flicking more aggressively against my left? I try to open my eyes, tempted to peek, but my lids won’t budge. He’s trapping me that way too.

I could break this magic. I could look.

But I won’t. I understand. He’s helping me not to see, to lose myself in the sensation instead.

I draw in a deep breath and exhale slowly, sinking deep into the sensations of my body.

He’s kissing his way up both of my legs now. The inside of my ankles. The backs of my knees. I’m so wet that I can hardly believe it, can hardly stand it, and I need something inside me, something I can fuck and release onto. I almost don’t care what it is—he could give me his cock or his fingers, it doesn’t matter just so I get something. Something to ride. Something to grind on. Something—

His head is at the top of my thigh, and then his tongue thrusts inside me.

And, fuck, that’sgotto be real. Because I’m coming, riding his face frantically, my legs locked around his shoulders, and even as it’s happening,I can still feel himworking on my nipples, breathing against the side of my neck, nuzzling my cheek.

Wilder is everything in my world right now.

I taste blood and realize I’ve been biting my lip. I swallow, gasping, as he pulls away from me.

I open my eyes.

He lets me.

He’s gazing down at me like I’m something he’s never seen before. His dark eyes are dilated, but his skin is practically luminescent with the effects of the magic he’s been using on me.

“What did you do?” I breathe.

“I made you come,” he says with a smile.

“How much was real?”

“It was all real. It was all me. It was all my power. Just because it wasn’t my physical body, that doesn’t mean it wasn’t me doing it to you.”

“Did you touch me at all?”

He grins wickedly. “Next time, I’ll let you watch. How about that?”

“Next time,” I murmur, “I’m going to be the one doing it to you.”

His eyes darken, and he lowers himself over me and takes me with one thrust.

I’m still so sensitive from last time that it only takes a couple of minutes for my orgasm to build again. As good as it was with the magic, nothing is ever going to replace the feeling of having my mate inside of me, bearing down on him as I’m swept away by pleasure. I wrap my arms and legs around him and pull him close, sobbing his name.

He trembles at the sound of it and fucks me harder, his hips slapping against mine. I reach up and thread my fingers through his soft black hair, pulling his head down to mine so I can kiss him, so I can be as connected to him as is physically possible, and he howls into my mouth as he comes.

We hold onto each other as we come down. Neither of us is ready to let go. Neither of us is ready for this to be over.

Finally, as if by unspoken agreement, we loosen our grip on one another and he rolls away. He keeps my hand, though, and I can feel the way his heart is racing. I can feel the excitement that’s still pulsing through his body.

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