Page 37 of Cursed

Quade’s chest crashes over my back.

The side of my face presses against the bed with my ass in the air. He works his cock in a frantic rhythm as I thrust back into him.

His hands wrap around my front. One roughly squeezes my breasts together and pinches my nipple. His other strums my clit with a sharp claw, taunting my flesh with danger and ratcheting me up higher to fall off the cliff of bliss.

His voice is just a deep command. “You’re going to milk my dick. Then your cunt gets my knot.”

He thrusts hard and deep, pulling me onto him. It’s almost punishing, but I realize it’s sort of what this is. He has denied himself for too long, and he’s frustrated.

Behind my closed eyes, I see a glow and open them to see my chest glowing with the bond. I look over my shoulder again, and his chest is alight as well.

“Mi Lunam. Now. I’m coming.” He arches his back and shouts his release. He looks every bit the beast.

His heat fills me. Then he shoves into me again—harder. My body quakes with my climax but somehow opens as he thrusts his knot into my narrow passage.

The force of it knocks the wind out of me.

My cunt clamps down around him like I’m a damned shifter.

Quade’s hand grips my throat. His hot breath is on my neck, opposite Branden’s mark.

“Mine,” he growls, vibrating down my body and awakening every nerve.

His razor-sharp teeth sink into my flesh, claiming me—finally.

I cry out from the pain and the completion of our bonding.

Our connection snaps into place as I accept the golden cords of our mate bond into my heart and soul.

Quade laps at my new wound, starting the healing process.

He pulls me until he’s upright on his knees. My arms and legs are dangling. My back is pressed against his heaving chest as I’m speared and hooked on his cock.

My back arches as he cradles my throat, bringing my mouth to meet his, bending me like a bow. His hand squeezes just enough to remind me how vulnerable I am to his strength.

He gives me a sort of upside-down kiss, with our sexes joined and locked together for the foreseeable future.

He pumps into me—shallow thrusts that rocket me into the stratosphere again.

“My mate,” he grunts. “It feels… Goddess, our bond. It feels like bliss manifested. You are mine—forever. I love you. More than words.” He presses his cheek to mine, still working himself into my cunt.

“I love you, my mate,” I say. Joy sparks in my heart, and I see sparkles behind my eyes.

“You take my knot so well.” He nuzzles the back of my neck and brings us back down to lie flat on my belly, rocking into me the entire time. I’m pinned down by his weight.

His thrust become frantic again. His mouth clamps down on the back of my neck, holding me still as his animal side seems to retake control.

His knot expands, then I feel another wave of his release, which triggers me to shatter once more.

I quiver and bask in the completeness that I feel.

Still locked inside me, Quade turns us over on our sides and spoons me. “Next time, I’ll knot facing you, so I can stare into your beautiful eyes afterward.”

I hum happily. “Next time.”

After a few moments, Arden calls from outside the door. “Hollis? It’s getting cold out here.”

“Should I let them in?” Quade asks me in a whisper, his tone filled with mirth. Apparently, his feral beast has been tamed by our magical knotting.

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