Page 99 of Wild Bond

“Yes, yours,” I agreed fervently. “All yours.”

He grasped my right leg from around his waist, gripping it behind the knee, and pressed it upward toward my chest. He adjusted his body slightly and renewed his efforts. I panted, releasing a throaty gasp. The new angle felt amazing, pressing up against a spot inside me that had me seeing stars.

“Rake!” I cried. “I-I can’t . . .”

His restraint had slipped, and he was now pounding into me hard enough that it was moving me up the bed. Soon I was pressing my hands against the wooden headboard and making sounds that I knew I would be embarrassed about later.

The coiling pressure finally became too much, his almost brutal pace spurring me on as it snapped. Pleasure like I had never known ignited inside me. My vision darkened for a second, and I wondered if I might pass out from the ecstasy of it, it was so intense.

Rake slammed into me a final time with a masculine roar as warmth flooded me.

For several seconds—or maybe it was several minutes, or hours, I didn’t know—my body trembled, and I floated in bliss. I was vaguely aware of Rake kissing me and his body moving off me, and then him pulling me against his warm chest.

I felt a wide, satisfied grin split my face and thought to myself that maybe I had found something that was just as good, if not better, than flying.

Iwokeinthemorning feeling deliciously content, with a warm male body tucked behind me under the covers, and a long muscular forearm draped over me. I kept my eyes closed and breathed deeply, luxuriating in the warm sunlight on my face.

My thoughts drifted to the night before and all that we had done together. It had felt amazing. Better than I had imagined—and I had imagined a lot since meeting Rake.

A sense of rightness and bone-deep satisfaction hummed through me. I was happy, I realized. Happy in a way that I hadn’t been in a long time. If ever.

Almost without conscious thought I searched out Skye in the bond and let her know I was awake. She sent back a wave of affection, and I saw through her eyes that she was hunting with Naasir. I smiled, leaving her to it as I tried to decide whether to move or to simply fall back to sleep.

Hard lips pressed against the back of my neck, and Rake’s lazy voice murmured against my skin, “Are you awake?”

“No,” I replied, my voice rough from sleep.

He chuckled, and a thrill raced through me as his hand came up to cup my breast. His scruff tickled as his lips trailed up the side of my throat and nipped at my lobe. “Are you sore?”

The question made my heart jump in my chest. I shifted slightly, stretching, assessing. Iwassore, though perhaps more tender in a few places. I didn’t care though. As I moved, I could feel him hard against my lower back, and couldn’t help rubbing back against him. Despite the tenderness, I wanted more.

His rough hand clenched on my breast as the other drifted down to caress between my legs.

“No, I’m not sore,” I only kind of lied.

“Good,” was all he said, before lifting my upper leg and placing it back on his thigh. Then he shifted lower and slid into me from behind.

My back bowed at the unexpected pleasure of the invasion. He felt much bigger this way. Rake must have known that, because he didn’t move at first, letting me adjust to him once again.

His hand returned to between my legs while his other moved up to gently grasp my throat.

“I love being inside you,” he groaned huskily as he slowly began to move. His hot breath puffed against my ear, creating tantalizing shivers all through me. “This hot, tight, little body.”

His words set me on fire, and heat pooled low in my body.

“You feel so good,” I breathed, my eyes still closed. They were the same words I had used last night, but they were the truth. He felt made for me. His massive physique and the carefully leashed strength of him surrounded me and made me feel small and feminine. The bare skin of his torso pressed firmly against my back. The utter possession in his touch. It all drove me wild.

I drank it in.

Tilting my head back, my mouth turned to his, seeking.

He met me with a claiming kiss, tasting like heat and male, that citrus and sage scent filling my awareness.

Rake didn’t speed up his pace. There was no hurry. Not like the fever of last night. His thrusts remained slow and languid. Velvet claws raked deep in my belly at the sheer decadence of it.

The climax built. Every movement, every touch, every kiss, even the feel of his palm pressing softly against my throat added to it. My toes curled and my body clenched around him. I sobbed aloud at the rush of sensation and emotion that accompanied it. I felt owned. Claimed.

Rake cursed and bit down on my shoulder. That sent me over the edge, and a few seconds later he followed.