Page 120 of Blood So Brutal

Hells, I fucking loved this man.

He fucked me like it was our first time, like he had been starved of me for years, like he never felt anything so pleasurable in his life.

“Drop the bond,” I whispered. “I want to feel it.”

He slowed only slightly, eyes flickering open and meeting mine, before drawing his brows together.

And then he dropped the walls of his bond, allowing all the emotions to flow through.

I gasped in surprise, not just at the sensation of love and light overflowing in my heart, but at the want. At the longing. At the relief and peace that he felt too.

It wasn’t just lust. It wasn’t just the primal longing, the act of our bodies together as one. He truly wanted this for some time now, and not just my body.

He wanted me like this. He wanted me to give myself like this to him.

“Is this what you want to feel?” he asked, sending more love, more light, until I was sure my chest would be overrun with emotions. “Do you want to feel how I would burn this entire world for you?” He pumped into me again. “Do you want to feel how obsessed I am with every single thing you do? Every single move you make, Huntress?” More love. More light. More power. “Because I’ll let you feel it every fucking day for the rest of our lives if that’s what you want. My heart beats for you.” He bent down and kissed my neck, sucking lightly on the skin. I moaned his name, louder than was safe in the middle of this forest.

Wolf.

Wolf.

Wolf.

I was speechless, absolutely taken aback by the overwhelm of emotion.

But a few moments later, Wolf paused and pulled back. “Tell me you’re mine.” I felt it then through the bond—the tiny,minuscule amount of fear that lingered there. “Tell me you’re not leaving, that we’re in this together from now on.”

I ran a hand down his face, over his lips, across his thick, wet eyelashes.Oh, Wolf.Did he really think I would do all of this, go through this fucking mess of a journey, defend him, let him feed from me, if I wasn’t his? If I wasn’t in this with him?

But I knew that feeling. The fear. The desperation that you might lose again, that you might have nothing. Again.

I knew it all too well.

“I’m yours,” I said, voice cracking. I dropped my own walls, then, and let him feel the love behind every word as I said, “I’m so deeply yours, Wolf. I’ve been yours long before the wedding, long before any of this. I’ve never stopped being yours, even when I was mad as all hells, even when I hated you for betraying me.”

He swallowed

“I am yours, Wolf, and nothing is going to change that.”

My words unlocked something in him, gave him that final push we both waited for. His movements grew stronger, rougher, as he pumped in and out of me against that tree. The shadows of the leaves cascaded over us, but as my eyes fluttered closed, as I felt the peak of my orgasm rushing through my body, I didn’t care where we were or who might be near us in the forest.

I had Wolf, and that was all I ever fucking needed.

He moaned my name as he climaxed too, both of us crashing down and clinging to each other like we were the only ones who mattered in the world.

I was his. It was the truth, and it had been the truth for longer than I wanted to admit.

By the time we made it to Scarlata, I wasn’t sure my legs were even working. I was floating on the dirt path, barely alive.

We didn’t run into any hungry ones, thank the fucking goddess. There was no way in all hells we would have been able to fight them if we did; there was no way we could have defended ourselves.

Even after he drank my blood, Wolf struggled. His steps grew shorter, slower. He started to limp yesterday, and I truly thought I would have to summon my wings and fly us both the rest of the way to Scarlata.

We would have plummeted to our deaths, certainly.

But that crumbling, ruinous kingdom came into view ahead of us, and I collapsed against Wolf in relief as we entered the clearing of Scarlata Empire.

Our new kingdom.

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