Page 83 of Rabid
This is where our wolves came together. Where he chased and I dodged, where we ran together, tested each other, fought each other, took in every movement, sight, and smell, before ending up right here.
My wolf latched onto his scent that night, and she’s never let go. It took me a little bit to catch up with what she already knew during that claiming hunt. That Tyran is our match in every way. He’s the monster to my rabid, the anchor to my spiral.
The perfect fucking mate.
My eyes latch onto the mouth of the cave, the shadowed entrance of the shallow space somehow still smelling like us. So much has changed since he sunk his teeth into my shoulders and claimed me. Even then, before we knew each other, he grounded me. Looked me in the eye and didn’t recoil at what he saw. From the very beginning, he acceptedeverythingabout us.
Tyran looks at me over his shoulder, curiosity in his face. “I’m picking up someveryinteresting things through the bond right now.”
Despite my attempt to tamp it down, a blush reaches up and pinches my cheeks. “Oh yeah?” I ask airily. “My wolf must still be happy over that squirrel she caught earlier.”
He sends me an amused look, looking so damn sexy with his chiseled body and his gorgeous smile, it’s almost impossible not to stare. “Right,” he taunts, “because your wolf is always feeling very loving toward whatever she viciously hunts.”
“Uh, yeah.” My heartbeat goes double time.
Loving.
Is that what he was picking up from the bond?
Tyran suddenly turns and picks me up by my ass, my thighs wrapping around him immediately. “How loving, exactly?” he asks, his brown gaze boring into me.
It’s no secret how well matched we are in every way, how well connected. But this is the first time the wordlovehas come up. It’s just something that’s there, grown into our mating bond. Something I know we both feel, maybe even deeper than the word itself.
“Completely and intrinsically,” I answer without hesitation, my hands curled around the twin claiming marks on both of his shoulders.
Happiness pours through the bond, and he groans, either because of my admission or my possessive touch on his sensitive marks. “How set are you on this whole swimming thing? Because now I just want to fuck you up against the first tree I reach and show you howlovingI can be.”
I laugh and bury my nose against his neck, licking a trail up to the underside of his ear. “I’mveryset on it, unfortunately. Better hurry.”
He curses when I end my reply by leaning down and biting his claiming mark. “Fuck, Vicious, you’re playing dirty.”
Tyran squeezes my ass and starts to walk down the hill with me pressed against him, while I continue to nip and lick and kiss his neck and shoulder. When my eyes catch onto the body of water, I gasp at how picturesque it is. It’s more of a pond than a lake, totally secluded with tall trees standing guard, and chutes of sunlight streaming into it.
“Iknewthere was some damn water near the cave,” I say, poking at my wolf, though she pretends not to hear me. This bitch took us all the way to the pack’s stronghold pretending like it was the only water available. I roll my eyes at her, and she just chuffs shamelessly inside of me.
Tyran strides straight for the pond and stops at the edge, and then without warning, tosses me in.
I gasp at the shock of freezing cold water as it engulfs me, the middle of the pond just a foot too deep for me to stand up in. “You asshole!” I shout as I come up splashing and sputtering.
I shove the wet hair out of my face and swim closer so I can stand up and glare at him. Blinking the water out of my eyes, I look up to see a smirking Tyran drop his pants, his cock already thick and hard. “What? You said you wanted to swim,” he says with a grin, fisting his dick as he strides into the pond at a nice, leisurely pace.
“Prick,” I grumble as I wipe water from my eyes.
Tyran wags his eyebrows at me. “Yeah, what about it? My mate enjoys a good prick on the nightly.”
I roll my eyes, ignoring the thrum of approval that floods me. “I wanted to go swimming, not become a popsicle after getting dumped in a freezing cold pond.”
He wades over to me, hands gripping my waist as he spins me around until my ass is wedged against his length. I’m covered in chills from the icy water, but the moment his body presses against mine, the heat of his skin sinks into me, turning those chills into something much more sensual. The shirt I’m wearing is clinging to my body like a second skin, the cream fabric gone completely see-through.
“I just wanted to get you wet,” he says with a playful nip against my shoulder before his hand delves between my legs. His fingers immediately go for my clit, pulling a gasp from me. “Mmm, but I see you already were.”
Of course I am. My body is in a constant state of arousal when he’s around, and the slightest thing can set me off.
I shove my ass further into him, teeth chattering. “Make it up to me by warming me up.”
His hand moves, coming up to cup my breast instead, plucking at my poor, frozen nipple through the shirt. “Love these tits, love seeing your nipples hard and wanting my hot mouth.”
I moan at the promise of that, and Tyran turns me in his arms and lifts me again, water streaming down my body as I’m held halfway out of the water. He places my breasts directly in front of his mouth, arm muscles bunching as he holds me up.
