Page 28 of Sun's Roar

He entered her slowly, inch by inch, savoring the way her tight warmth enveloped him. She was perfect, so impossibly perfect, and her breath hitched as he stretched her, filling her completely. The sensation was intense, almost overwhelming, and Sol had to grit his teeth to maintain control. His wolf howled inside him, demanding that he claim her, but he forced himself to hold back. This was about her—about making her feel every ounce of pleasure she deserved.

“Oh my God,” she gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders. “Sol, you’re?—“

“Shh,” he murmured, kissing her again. “Just feel me.” He began to move, slow and deliberate, each thrust drawing a soft moan from her lips. Her body responded to his rhythm, her hips meeting his, and he could feel the intense heat radiating from her—fire and desire intertwined. It was intoxicating, and he wanted more. Needed more.

Her hands slid down his back, her fingers gripping his hips as she urged him on. “Faster,” she begged, her voice broken and pleading. “Please, Sol.”

He chuckled darkly, nipping at her neck. “Patience,” he teased, keeping his pace steady. Her frustration was palpable, and he loved the way she squirmed beneath him desperate for more. But he wasn’t done savoring her yet.

After a few moments of tormenting her, Sol finally gave in. He thrust harder and deeper, his grip on her hips tightening as he drove into her with a ferocity that made her cry out. Her bodywas on fire, her skin flushed with heat, and he could feel the flames of her power licking at the edges of their bond. She was his, in every way.

Her climax soon hit her hard, her body convulsing around him as she screamed out her pleasure. The sound was music to his ears, and the fire in her veins ignited his own release. With one final, deep thrust, Sol let out a guttural groan, spilling himself inside her with a shudder. The heat between them was overwhelming, a blaze that consumed them both, and for a moment, the world stopped.

When he finally came down from the high, Sol collapsed beside her, pulling her into his arms. Her body was still trembling, her breath coming in shallow gasps.

He nuzzled her neck, breathing in her scent. “You’re mine now,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. “And I’m never letting you go.”

She laughed softly, her fingers tracing the hard planes of his chest. “You’re impossible,” she said, but there was no bite to her words. Just the warmth of her smile and the fire in her eyes.

Sol grinned, brushing her hair away from her face. “You love it.”

Surprisingly, she didn’t argue, and that was all the confirmation he needed.

ELEVEN

HELENA

Helena woke to the unfamiliar weight of a muscular arm draped across her body. Her body cocooned in a warmth that had nothing to do with her newfound fire powers. She blinked in the gentle morning light filtering through heavy curtains, momentarily disoriented until the memories of the previous night rushed back.

Oh. My. God.

She had slept with a man she’d just met. A wolf shifter man who claimed she was his fated mate and the co-leader of his pack.

Helena studied Sol’s sleeping face—the strong line of his jaw softened in slumber, and his dark lashes resting against his cheeks. His neatly trimmed beard had left the most delicious burn against her inner thighs, and the memory sent a fresh surge of intense heat through her body.

“This is so crazy,” she whispered to herself, careful not to wake him.

Her hand hovered over his intricate tattoo, tracing the air above the design without touching his skin. It was beautiful and powerful—just like him. For a woman who had built her lifearound routines and predictability, this sudden plunge into the supernatural felt like diving headfirst off a cliff.

And yet.

When Sol had touched her, something primal had flickered inside her. The connection between them seemed to transcend physical attraction. It felt like...coming home.

“Maybe there is something to this whole mate bond thing,” she murmured, her fingers finally making contact with his warm skin.

Sol’s eyes fluttered open immediately, his vibrant green irises fixing on her with an intensity that stole her breath.

“Good morning, Luna.” His voice rumbled from deep in his chest as he pulled her closer. “Having second thoughts already?”

Helena propped herself up on one elbow, her red hair cascading over her bare shoulder. “How did you know I was thinking about that?”

“Your face gives everything away.” His fingers traced her jawline. “Plus, it’s what any sensible human would think after learning they’re suddenly part of a world they never knew existed.”

“Am I that transparent?”

“Only to me.” He captured a lock of her hair between his fingers, rubbing the strand as if testing its texture. “And for the record, I’ve never brought anyone to my bed before. Not in this castle.”

That revelation stunned her. “Never? But you’re?—“

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