Page 56 of Fated to the Lone Shifter
Of course, she had never revealed the wolf’s name. Until now.
I smile, thinking how surprised Noah was when Tori revealed to him that she was Fae. It was a testament to both her magical skill and his protective nature that he risked what he did just to save her. And I will always be grateful to him for that.
Unexpectedly, I breathe a brief sigh of relief for a completely different reason. Tori’s story means I can still trust my instincts. I know now more than ever that I need to protect my number one suspect like he did my cousin…until I can’t.
The door pulses with tension before I even hear the knock. My hand is already on the knob when Noah’s knuckles graze the wood.
I open it. He’s there—wild-eyed, breathing hard, chest still rising and falling like he ran the whole way.
Before I can speak, he surges inside.
His hands frame my face. His lips crash into mine. No words. No preamble. Just heat.
I should stop this—I know I should. I should ask what this means, what changed between us. But all I can do is melt into the press of his mouth and the growl vibrating in his throat. His kiss is unrelenting, demanding, hungry in a way that ignites every nerve in my body.
My back hits the wall, and his hands slip under my shirt, reverent and rough all at once. I gasp as his mouth leaves mine and finds my neck. Fangs tease—not biting, just threatening. Myskin burns where he touches me, magic coiling beneath my skin like molten lightning.
“I should hate you for disobeying me,” he growls against my throat.
“I didn’t ask you to want me,” I breathe, even as my legs wrap around his waist.
“And I didn’t ask to burn every time I touch you.” he snaps, lifting me like I weigh nothing and carrying me to the bed.
Noah lays me down on the bed, his eyes blazing with a feral hunger that mirrors the storm raging inside me. The air crackles with anticipation. His lips trail down my neck, each kiss a brand, a spark of magic leaping between us like visible lightning. My skin tingles where he touches me, my own power answering his, weaving a spell of desire that sets the air alight. His fangs graze my pulse point, a teasing threat that sends shivers through me, and I arch into him, craving the sting, the surrender.
His hands are everywhere, reverent yet urgent, peeling away my shirt as his mouth claims mine again. Each kiss deepens the connection, our magic mingling, spiraling into something wild and uncontrollable. I feel him, raw and unguarded, his need for me a force that matches my own. My legs wrap tighter around his waist, pulling him closer, and he growls, a sound that vibrates through me, primal and possessive.
“You’re mine,”he murmurs against my skin, his breath hot, his voice a rough command. His hands dip lower, his touch both gentle and demanding, and I gasp as my magic surges, answering his with a glow that pulses between us. The air crackles, the room alive with the energy of our bond deepening, fated and unbreakable.
He moves over me, his body a weight I welcome, his lips tracing patterns on my skin that leave glowing sigils in their wake. My own magic marks him in return, a shimmering trace on his shoulder, a silent vow etched into our very beings. I losemyself in the storm of sensation, the line between us blurring until we’re one.
“Noah,”I whisper, my voice hoarse with need, but he silences me with another kiss, deeper, more consuming. His hands roam lower, his fingers brushing the edge of my jeans, and I lift my hips, desperate for him to take them off. He complies, slow and deliberate, his eyes never leaving mine, as if he’s savoring every moment of my surrender.
When I’m bare before him, he growls again, a low, appreciative sound that sends heat pooling between my thighs.“So beautiful,”he rasps, his gaze devouring me. His hands glide over my skin, mapping every curve, every dip, as if committing me to memory. I shiver under his touch, my magic humming in response to his, the air thick with anticipation.
He kisses his way down my body, his lips lingering on my breasts, his tongue swirling around my nipples until I’m arching and moaning. His fangs graze my skin again, a gentle nip that leaves me breathless, craving more.“Noah, please,”I beg, my voice a plea for more, for everything.
He chuckles, a dark, sinful sound, and his mouth moves lower, his breath ghosting over my core.“Impatient, aren’t we?”he teases, his fingers tracing the wetness there, making me squirm.
“You’re killing me,”I groan, my hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.
“Not yet,”he murmurs, and then his mouth is on me, his tongue delving deep, his magic intertwining with mine in a dance that leaves me gasping and trembling. His fingers join, thrusting into me, his touch both gentle and demanding, and I cry out, my magic exploding in bursts of light that illuminate the room.
“Noah,”I moan, my body tightening around him, my release building. He hums against my skin, the vibration sending me over the edge. My magic surges, a wave of power that crashesover us both, and I scream his name as I climax, my body shaking, my magic igniting the sigil on his shoulder.
He rises over me, his eyes dark with desire, his breath ragged.“Your turn,”I whisper, reaching for the buckle of his belt. He catches my hand, pressing a fierce kiss to my palm.“Not yet,”he says, his voice hoarse.“I want to feel you around me when I take you.”
His words send a fresh wave of heat through me, and I nod, my heart pounding. He sheds his clothes quickly, his muscular body a sight that steals my breath. His wolf paw print tattoo gleams in the magical light, a reminder of the primal force he embodies.
He positions himself at my entrance, his eyes locked on mine, his magic swirling around us like a living thing.“Ready?”he asks, his voice a low rumble.
“Yes,”I breathe, my legs opening wider, inviting him in.
He thrusts into me, slow and deliberate, his eyes closing briefly as he savors the sensation. I gasp at the fullness, at the way our bodies fit together perfectly, our magic merging with each movement. He begins to move, his hips snapping in a rhythm that drives me wild, his hands gripping my hips, guiding me, claiming me.
“Noah,”I moan, my nails digging into his shoulders as he hits a spot deep inside me that makes my toes curl. His growls fill the room, a primal sound that stokes the fire burning within me. Our magic spirals higher, the air crackling with energy.
“Sera,”he groans, his voice thick with need.“You feel so good.”
