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The roughness of his voice and the force behind his movements pull the tingly feeling into my lower gut and crash into me.
A loud, breathless cry leaves me as I clamp around him, pulled away from the cushions beneath us as I arch. With hisarm beneath my back, we press together completely while I fall apart, seeing only the bright light of our connection in my mind.
“Shit, Sera—”
I vaguely feel as Luke falters, his hips losing their rhythm before he pushes himself in deep and erupts. He grunts into my neck with a low sound in the back of his throat while he tightens his hold on me and falls over the edge right after.
He’s everywhere at once in the haze of the aftermath, body caging around me while he slowly comes down again, breath light against my skin. I feel every point of contact now, like every sense has heightened beyond the norm.
Something changes in him immediately as his heart slows to its normal beat, and with the need sated, Luke presses his cheek against my shoulder, lingering there like he can’t stand the thought of leaving the mark alone.
The ache of it is faint but enough of a reminder through the fog, and while the realization settles in somewhere deep within me, my inner wolf is too satisfied to care. Too blissed out by the connection snapping fully into place.
I should be furious at him and myself for giving in to the bond’s allure. I should be running as far away as I possibly can while condemning the bond.
But all I can do is focus on the surprisingly gentle kisses Luke presses against my shoulder, avoiding the bite to not aggravate it more. He almost nurses it like something sacred, because in truth, it is.
He has claimed me completely, and the fact that I don’t despise it terrifies me the most.
Chapter 14 - Luke
Her name is still on my tongue when I wake, and she’s the first thing I feel.
I register just how strong the bond feels next. Where it had existed before as a low pulse, quiet but persistent, it’s different now. It feels more like a second pulse next to mine, woven through my body and fully enmeshed into my being.
For a long moment, I don’t move as sunlight spills in through the curtains. Instead, I just lie there, staring at the ceiling while I feel it, and I feel her.
Sera is warm and solid beside me, back to my chest. She must’ve moved closer at some point in the night…or maybe I did.
My arm stays draped over her waist, hand pressed against her skin to soak in every second of body heat shared between us. Every instinct in me feels so awake now, like that last piece has finally been put into place.
There’s a new kind of possessiveness in me now that she’s really mine. The mark on her shoulder is tangible proof now, and the sight alone is enough to make me stir. While still fresh, her skin has healed enough to keep it protected, but not enough to erase it.
Mine. The word seems so primal even in my mind, coming from a place I don’t recognize. But this is more than just an attraction now.
Even with her right against me, I feel my inner wolf pacing at the thought of anyone getting too close. Without meaning to, my arm tightens against her.
Sera stirs, pulling in a sharp breath as awareness returns to her. Her voice reaches me, sounding half asleep and a little rough. “Luke…”
Without missing a beat, I force myself to loosen my hold, watching as she shifts onto her back and blinks up at me. Her cheeks are still a bit flushed, and a new kind of softness lingers there. It’s far too erotic for my own good.
Even if she spent the night in bed with me, and even if she’s still here, I sense wariness beneath it all, like her memories are catching up with her.
Though instead of making a scene about it, she grumbles to herself, still mostly covered by the sheets. “You’re loud.”
“Loud?” I ask with a quiet huff.
“The bond is, I mean,” she murmurs, covering her eyes with a forearm like she’s trying to block out the light.
“It’s stronger now.”
That’s an understatement. If anything, the bond feels like it’s been turned up to the max, and now there isn’t anything either of us can do about it.
“You’re feeling it too?” she asks, tone betraying her curiosity as she peers over at me.
Taking in her features, slightly rumpled from sleep, I nod. “Every second.”
Despite her usual bravery, Sera’s gaze wavers for a moment. I can feel the heat there, brought on by the temptation our connection brings. Fear and hesitation exist there, too.
