Page 56 of Rabid
My lips pass a breath of relief.“Yes.”
Tyran thrusts into me so hard I cry out.
The intensity of his invasion stalls my lungs and spikes such intense pleasure in me. I wrap my legs around his hips and dig him in deeper, relishing the feel of him.
He starts fucking me, every thrust making the hammock swing backwards so that when gravity brings me back, it’s in perfect time with his next thrust. His dick is deeper than it’s ever been before, making me pant and moan approvingly of this perfectly ruthless pace.
“Faster,” I demand, my nails dragging down his chest, drawing blood. My wolf salivates at the sight, so much so that I feel my eyes burning with her presence, and I jolt forward, dragging my tongue against his chest. “Fuck me harder!”
Tyran grips my hips and pounds into me so hard I can’t take a full breath. “You’re a demanding, vicious little thing, aren’t you? You want me to fuck you on every surface of this room? Not stop until your pussy is sore and throbbing?”
He poses the question at the same time that he lifts me up in his arms and spins me around until my back is pinned against the cool glass of the window.Fuck, he’s hot.“Yes!”
“I’ll give you whatever you want,” he tells me, lips skating over my neck, fingers pressing into my mating bites. My pussy clamps down on his cock with his touch, and Tyran growls against my ear. “You. Gorgeous. Sexy. Fucking. Beast.” Every word is a thrust, his dick pistoning into me so powerfully that the window rattles against my skin.
I want him everywhere, all over, I want him in every part of me. My wolf howls beneath my skin in agreement, and I feel my fangs drop, and all I can think isyes.
This is right. This is what we want.
I don’t hold back, don’t second-guess. I don’t let my humanity get in the way of my instincts. Instead, I give in to the need to claim. The need that’s been riding my wolf and me since we first smelled this male. The never-ending drive to give into the promise that’s right there in Tyran’s eyes.
His eyes widen and I hear him suck in a shocked breath, and then my wolf’s fangs pierce his shoulder, the copper tang of blood immediately filling my half-shifted mouth.
The moment it happens, it’s like a million live wires hit water.
White-blue light floods my vision, jolting from my body to his as our bond snaps into place.
The claim is so intense, his cock so fucking deep, that an orgasm explodes through my entire body, until I’m clamping down on him so hard that he roars his release in me.
I must black out for a second, because when I blink, he’s staggering us both toward the bed and setting me down tenderly. My teeth are still buried in his shoulder, but I retract my fangs, pulling in the partial shift I needed in order to claim him.
As soon as it’s my mouth and teeth again, Tyran hovers over my body, pressing his forehead against mine, his gaze so intense, so filled with both surprise and awe. “I’m fucking yours now, Seneca. And Iwillearn it.”
A smile creeps up my lips. No trepidation fills me. I’m not immediately regretting what I did at the height of our passion.
Instead, I feel...settled.
Like finally, all the pieces of me are right where they should be.
“You’re mine, and I’m yours,” I agree, my voice husky.
Tyran groans as if he loves hearing me say that. He grinds his hips against mine, and I realize that he’s still inside of me, his knot fusing the two of us together. Blood drips from his wound, and I lean up to lick another drop, making him groan again.
“Fucking Christ, that shouldn’t be so sexy, but it is.”
I giggle, and I have no idea the last time I felt this light, thishappy.
“I can feel you,” he says, his lips coming down to place a kiss over my own claiming bites. “I can feel your emotions.”
Inside my own chest, there’s a swirl of something sturdy and dominant, completely satiated with the feeling of his own wolf basking in his mate’s presence.
“I can feel yours too.”
Our bodies have clicked together like two clocks in sync, our panted breaths are echoes of the other’s, and I can feel his deep-rooted happiness that our joining is complete.
He turns us over so that he’s on his back and I’m lying right on top of him, our bodies still fused with the pressure of his growing knot that somehow makes everything so much more erotic.
Tyran’s warm eyes are hooded as he looks at me like he wants to drink me in and never stop. “You and me, Vicious,” he says with a low murmur, reciting my earlier words back to me. But this time, it’s not a request.
