Page 14 of BeWolfed

"Patience," he murmured, voice thick with dark amusement. "I want to feel you unravel first."

His fingers delved deeper, sliding between my folds, coaxing more moans from my lips. I braced my hands against hischest, fingers digging into the hard muscle beneath his shirt, barely able to think past the sensation of his touch. His rhythm quickened, pressing, stroking, every movement designed to push me higher. My magic surged in response, a wild, shimmering pulse between us, feeding into the storm of pleasure building inside me.

"Rudy—" I gasped, my body tightening, pleasure cresting too fast, too sharp.

He pulled his fingers away just as I teetered on the edge, making me cry out in frustration. His hands gripped my waist, spinning me effortlessly to face the wall. I barely had time to process the shift before his palm slid down my spine, urging me to arch for him.

"Stay just like that," he ordered, his voice rough with command. "I want to feel you like this."

The sound of his zipper, the sharp intake of breath as he freed himself—then the blunt, thick head of his cock pressed against my entrance. He didn't tease this time, didn't make me wait. He thrust forward, seating himself deep with one hard stroke, stretching me, filling me until I had no choice but to take him completely.

A broken moan tore from my lips, my fingers splayed against the brick. He was so big, so deep, the fullness almost unbearable. But instead of giving me time to adjust, he reached around, fingers finding my clit again, rubbing in tight, deliberate circles.

"Rudy!" My voice was high, desperate, the pleasure overwhelming.

"That's it, little witch," he growled against my ear, his breath hot on my skin. "Take me. Feel how perfectly you fit around me."

He set a relentless pace, thrusting deep and slow, each movement perfectly timed with the strokes of his fingers against my clit. My body clenched around him, caught between thepleasure of his cock stretching me and the devastating friction at my core.

The alley faded, the world narrowing to nothing but the sensation of him inside me, surrounding me, owning me.

"Mine," he growled against my neck, his hips snapping harder, deeper. "Say it."

"Yours," I gasped, no hesitation, no doubt.

"Fuck, Elowen—" His rhythm faltered, his body shuddering against mine. "Come for me. Now."

His fingers pressed just right, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside me, and I shattered. My orgasm ripped through me, pleasure so intense it blurred into magic, spilling outward in a violet surge of power. Rudy groaned, his grip tightening as he thrust deep one last time.

His release spilling into me as he bit into my shoulder. I didn’t even feel the pain of the bite, but with it, the mate bond locked into place with a pulse of raw, electric energy.

We stayed like that, bodies shaking, magic settling around us in shimmering waves. My cheek rested against the cool brick, his weight solid and grounding behind me. His fingers traced the new mark forming on my shoulder—his mark. His claim.

A claim I hadn't expected.

Rudy’s breath was warm against my skin, but his body was tense, his hands hesitant now where they'd been so sure just moments before. "Elowen." His voice was rough, strained. "I didn’t know—"

"I didn't either," I admitted, my own voice barely above a whisper. My heart pounded, but not from fear. From uncertainty. From the weight of what had just happened. "But... you want to undo it?" The words were quiet, but saying them hurt more than I'd anticipated. The thought that he might regret this, might see it as a mistake—it made my chest ache in a way I wasn’t prepared for.

His fingers tightened on my skin, and I felt the sharp spike of his emotions through the bond—shock, a flash of fear, then something deeper. Fierce. Protective. "No. Never." He spun me around, his grip strong but not forceful, his golden eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. "You're mine now." The words were nearly a growl, but beneath them, I felt the raw edge of vulnerability. "And I’ve never wanted anyone more."

Relief flooded through me so fast I nearly laughed, but I swallowed it back, searching his face for any sign of hesitation. There was none. Only the same uncertainty I felt. The same unspoken fear—Did I want this? Did he? Would we be enough?

I let out a slow breath, pressing my palm against his chest, right over the steady beat of his heart. "Good," I said, voice steadier than I felt. "Because you’re mine now too."

Something in him eased at that, tension unraveling from his frame as if he'd been bracing for something painful. A slow, wicked grin ghosted across his lips, but his hands trembled slightly where they held me. I realized then—he’d been afraid of my answer just as much as I’d been afraid of his.

Later, as we stood trembling in the aftermath, our bodies still pressed together and the mate bond humming with new life between us, reality began to reassert itself. The magical mark on my shoulder—his mark—tingled with residual power. Through our new connection, I could feel him.

Not just his presence, but his emotions. The way they swirled in an intricate storm—satisfaction, concern, and beneath it all, a fierce joy he couldn't entirely suppress. But there was something else, too. A lingering shadow of doubt, not in me, but in himself.

"I can feel you," I whispered, still adjusting to the strange dual awareness. "Your emotions. Your magic."

His thumb brushed my cheek with surprising tenderness. "And I can feel yours." His voice was softer now, the roughedges worn down by exhaustion and the strange, undeniable rightness between us. "Are you really okay with this? With being permanently connected to someone you've known for days?"

The question contained worlds. Was I okay with the loss of independence I'd always guarded so fiercely? With being bound to a lone wolf in the middle of supernatural tensions? With the politics that would inevitably follow?

But deeper than that was the fear that made my throat tighten—thathemight not be okay with it. That maybe I wasn’t what he wanted after all.

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