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Nick began moving again, slowly at first, drawing out the exquisite sensation of their bodies joined in a carnal dance.Each stroke delved deeper, stoking the flames that licked through his veins, urging him to claim her, to mark her as his own once more.
Beneath him, Sarah matched his urgency, her hips rising to meet his thrusts, the soft sounds of their flesh meeting punctuating the thick air of the bedroom.Her hands roamed over the taut planes of his back, nails grazing his skin, sending shivers down his spine that only added to the mounting pleasure.
The pace quickened, driven by an instinct as old as time.Their breaths came in ragged gasps, mingling together as their movements grew more frenzied.
“More…please,” Sarah begged, her words dissolving into a moan as he angled his hips, finding a rhythm that made her cry out.
He obliged without hesitation, his strokes becoming more forceful, more insistent.The bed creaked beneath them.Sweat beaded on Nick’s brow, the salt of it mixing with the sweetness of Sarah’s skin as he lowered his mouth to her neck, tasting her.
Nick’s senses were heightened as their lips met again, sending a tremor through him.His hands roamed over her back, tracing the contours of her body.Her fingers tangled in his long sandy brown hair, free from its usual bun, pulling him closer still.
Their kiss deepened.Heat blossomed in his chest and spread outward, igniting every nerve ending.Nick knew he should be wary, memories of betrayal and hurt lurking in the shadowy recesses of his mind, but Sarah’s touch, her taste, made it impossible to think of anything else.
His wolf strained beneath the surface.For a moment, Nick allowed himself to get lost in the sensation, the pleasure of her closeness blurring the lines between man and beast, every fiber of his being aching to claim her.
Their rhythm intensified, and with each movement, Nick could feel himself unraveling, the threads of his carefully maintained control fraying under the onslaught of sensation.Sarah met him thrust for thrust, her body a perfect counterpoint to his own, her soft cries punctuating the silence of the night.
The intensity escalated, a crescendo of raw energy that threatened to consume them both.Nick reveled in the abandon, in the way Sarah’s nails dug into his flesh.His inner wolf howled its approval.
Nick’s world narrowed to the heated silk of Sarah beneath him, her body yielding and eager, a blistering heat between them.He felt himself spiraling toward the edge, every muscle tensed.
“Sarah,” he groaned, his voice rough with need.It was all he could manage, but it was enough—the name of the woman who had always been his undoing, his salvation, his mate.
Nick’s every thrust was a stroke of fire.Sarah’s nails raked over his back, each scratch a brand, a claim he found himself powerless to resist.
He lost himself in the slick heat of her body as a raw groan slipped from between her lips, urging him on, dragging him further into their shared passion.
“Nick, oh God—” Sarah’s voice broke on a moan.
With every movement, he staked his claim to her.
Sarah gasped beneath him, calling his wolf to the surface.He could feel the tremors that coursed through her, echoes of the storm he elicited with every deliberate thrust.
And when Sarah arched against him, her second climax washing over them like a tidal wave, Nick could do nothing but surrender to the power she wielded over him.Her pleasure was his victory, and as Sarah’s body shuddered with the intensity of her orgasm, Nick knew that no matter how fiercely he fought it, his love for her was the one thing he could never escape.
The pulse of his heart thundered in his ears, and he hurtled toward the edge of oblivion.Nick’s muscles tensed.With a final, powerful thrust, his world narrowed to the blinding crescendo of pleasure that seized him.His orgasm roared through him like wildfire, consuming all thought, all reason, until there was nothing but the exquisite release that shattered him into a thousand brilliant shards.
He collapsed atop her, his breath ragged against her sweat-slicked skin.
The room spun slightly, anchored only by Sarah beneath him, her gentle touch tracing the lines of tension still quivering through his body.
Chapter 17
PERCY WILLIAMS’S FOOTSTEPS ECHOEDthrough the hallway, reaching the door marked with the alpha’s insignia—a sun flaring outward, its rays sharp like blades—and without any hesitation, he entered.Inside, Vincent stood behind his desk.
“Williams,” Vincent said without looking up from the paper he perused.“I have a task for you.”
“Of course, Alpha.”
“Nick, Sarah, Malcolm, the rest of their little band of traitors,” Vincent said, “they think they can undermine my authority, disrupt the order I’ve established.”He dropped the paper, and his fingers curled into fists on the dark wood of his desk.“Find them.Bring me Sarah Sanchez or Nick Reagan—alive.I don’t care which one.”
“And the rest?”
A cruel smile twisted Vincent’s lips.“I’ll deal with them later.”
Not the answer he’d hoped for.Still, he pictured the fear in the rebels’ eyes when they realized the hunter on their trail was the merciless guardian with a reputation for brutality.
“Consider it done,” Percy said.“One will be enough to send the message, then?”
