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My husband. My wolf. My mate.

Heat spread through me in ripples of liquid fire, consuming, feeding this violent pleasure before I erupted, his long tongue pumping into me, lapping up every drop he could reach as I rode that cresting wave.

I floated down into his strong hands, stroking up and down the insides of my thighs, his soft lips kissing and nipping in their wake.

Then he was gone, I half opened my eyes and watched him strip in front of the fire, power made flesh, his hair loose, covering his face except for his glowing eyes, pinning me down to the bed every bit as effectively as his hands had moments ago.

I was vaguely aware of a door opening, the hum of voices, Tavion’s possessive, answering snarl before he was nudging my knees apart, one hand landing on the pillow beside my head. Then nothing mattered except the head of his cock sinking into me, slow and deep, my core contracting, weeping around his girth as he worked himself inside.

“Mine.” Edged with a feral growl, the word come out in a rough hiss, his teeth scraping down my throat, two sharp points pressing into the tendon along the side of my neck. I rocked my hips, gasping at the delicious, heated friction before he gripped my hip to hold me still.

Another growl vibrated through me, another roll of his hips, and I was unraveling around his thick length, half drunk on this brimming pressure that filled me so perfectly. He pulled out then slammed back in, my hips arching up to meet him halfway.

My fingers twisted tighter in his hair, and I pulled him closer, exploring his mouth, his canines—long and sharp—tracing them with my tongue, teasing another low, growl from him before I pulled away.

“My mate,” I breathed, and his pupils dilated, surrounded by the thinnest rim of green as he panted, his cock dragging up and down my channel with sharp spikes of pleasure. “Mine.” I grinned, wild joy building as he thrust again, again. Again.

Tavion didn’t take his eyes off me, didn’t even blink as he rode me, our hips slapping together, my spine curling with every deep, claiming stroke, sweat trickling down my neck, beads glistening on his brow.

That tightening twist below my heart sent a bolt of ecstasy spearing through me, ripples of pleasure surging and ebbing with every strong, brutal stroke. Tavion groaned the same time I did, our hearts beating in tandem, hips moving together.

I lost myself in the sensation of him moving inside me so powerfully, the lines between us disappearing. Lost myself to his commanding dominance, his gentle kisses, and the tender brush of his lips along my jaw. In his pine-swept winter scent that always reminded me of home.

“Come for me, Anaria. Let me watch you fall apart.” His words reached down deep into that secret place beneath my heart, and I unraveled one more time, not a shattering but a slow, utter surrender of self.

I gave myself to Tavion completely, my body locked around his cock, milking him as he roared out my name, over and over, hanging on to his shoulders for dear life as he wrung every last bit of pleasure from my boneless body.

He rolled onto his back, bringing me with him. Then I was laying across his chest, our legs tangled together, every muscle melted butter, every thought fuzzy and far away.

33

RAZIEL

The second the bedroom went quiet, I shoved through the door, my temper burning through me like dragonfire.

“Is it safe to come in now, you jealous arsehole?”

They lay tangled together on the bed, Anaria sated and happy, thank the gods, Montgomery still watching me with that half-feral glint that made me wonder if he was fully in control.

“Tell your wolf to calm the fuck down.”

“I wanted some time alone with my mate.” Tavion practically purred the words, and I clenched my fists, stalking to the fireplace and gathering up his clothes, temper spiking.

“It’s not enough you married her, now your wolf has to claim her too? Anaria is ours, all of ours,” I reminded him, jealousy burning through my veins like acid. “You don’t fucking own her. She’s not you possession.”

Anaria bit her lip, her eyes darting between us.

“No, she’s not my possession. She’s my wife and my wolf’s mate, and you’ll have to deal with that.” Tavion dragged his hand down her spine possessively while I debated ripping him out of the bed and tossing him through the window.

“Stop stirring up trouble,” Anaria scolded, catching Tavion’s roaming hand in both of hers. “That’s what this was all about? Your wolf being a pushy bastard?”

“Well. I did try to warn you about him.” Tavion at least had the decency to look a little guilty before I threw his clothes at him, feeling a certain amount of satisfaction when they hit him square in the face.

“You’re on watch until dawn,” I ordered coldly. “I’m getting some sleep. Take your wolf with you when you go.”

“Yes, Commander. Right away.” Tavion saluted, dressed quickly, then gave me an unrepentant grin on his way out. “I’ll see you at breakfast…wife.”

The door closed behind him and Anaria sighed. “Was that really necessary? Tavion didn’t lie. He did warn me.”

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