Page 59 of Furever Bound
"How does it feel?" Maddox asked, settling his hands on her waist as they stood in the living room where they'd shared their first real conversation, where she'd learned that academic arrogance could mask protective instincts and genuine vulnerability.
Sera’s arms sliding around his neck to pull him closer. "Like everything I went through before was just preparation for building this life with you."
His kiss tasted like November air and pine trees and promises kept, deeper and more certain than anything they'd shared before federal investigations and supernatural crises had tested every aspect of their connection. When they broke apart, his blue eyes held depths of love and hunger making herrecognize how much their relationship had evolved since those first antagonistic encounters.
"I love you, Mrs. Thorn.”
"I love you too, Mr. Thorn," she replied, testing how the words felt now that they carried legal weight and community blessing alongside emotional truth. "My mate, my husband, my partner in every way that matters."
The reminder of their completed bond sent electricity racing through both of them, and when he lifted her into his arms to carry her toward the bedroom where they'd first claimed each other, she felt his wolf stirring beneath his skin with possessive satisfaction.
The bedroom felt sacred in moonlight that painted everything silver and shadow, November cold pressing against windows while warmth radiated from the fireplace Maddox had built earlier. Their wedding clothes joined the pile on the floor with reverent urgency, each revealed inch of skin territory to be reclaimed rather than simply explored.
"My wife," he murmured against her throat, his teeth grazing the mark he'd left weeks ago that had healed into permanent reminder of their supernatural connection. "Mine in every way that matters."
"Yours," she agreed breathlessly, her hands mapping the hard planes of his chest while his mouth worked its way lower with deliberate attention to every sensitive spot he'd discovered during their courtship. "Completely, permanently, in ways that federal authorities and manifestation crises and bureaucratic pressure can never change."
When his lips found her breasts, his tongue swirling around nipples that peaked immediately under his skilled attention, she arched into his touch with need.
"I need you," she gasped as his hands skimmed down her sides to settle on her hips, his touch carrying supernaturalwarmth that seemed to resonate with abilities she was still learning to understand. "Need to feel you claiming me as your wife."
"Always," he promised, his voice rougher than usual as desire and love combined into something that transcended ordinary human connection. "Every day for the rest of our lives, I'll show you how much you mean to me."
His mouth continued its journey south, pressing open-mouthed kisses along her ribs and across her stomach while his hands explored with increasing confidence. When he reached the junction of her thighs, already slick with arousal that spoke to months of building trust and deepening intimacy, she felt her breath catch with anticipation.
"So beautiful," he said against her inner thigh, his breath warm against skin that seemed to burn wherever he touched. "So perfect. So completely mine."
The first touch of his tongue to her clit made her cry out, her back arching off the bed as pleasure shot through her with intensity amplified by their supernatural connection. He took his time, exploring every fold and valley with thorough attention while she writhed beneath his ministrations.
"God, Maddox," she panted, her hands fisting in his dark hair as he worked her closer to the edge with skill that proved he'd been memorizing exactly what made her lose control. "You feel incredible."
"Come for me," he commanded against her sensitive flesh, his voice carrying alpha authority that made her entire nervous system respond with eager submission. "Let me taste your pleasure, wife."
His words pushed her over the edge, and she came with a cry that echoed through their bedroom as waves of sensation crashed over her. He worked her through it, gentling his touchas she came down from the high while aftershocks continued to pulse through her system.
"That was..." she breathed, her eyes dazed with satisfaction as he made his way back to her lips.
"Just the beginning," he promised, positioning himself at her entrance where she could feel his hard cock pressing against her slick folds. "We have all night to celebrate being married."
"Then take me," she challenged, her legs wrapping around his waist to pull him closer. "Show me what it means to be claimed by my husband."
He pushed inside slowly, giving her time to adjust to his size despite the fact that they'd made love countless times since completing their bond. Tonight felt different—more sacred, more permanent, weighted with the significance of vows spoken and community blessings received.
"Fuck, you feel perfect," he groaned as he seated himself fully inside her, his forehead pressed against hers while they both adjusted to the connection that seemed deeper than ever before. "So tight around my cock, so perfect for me."
"Move," she commanded, her nails digging into his shoulders as need built between them again. "I need you to move, husband."
He started slowly, savoring the drag of her walls against his length with each thrust while moonlight painted patterns across their joined bodies. But as pleasure built and their supernatural connection amplified every sensation, the pace increased until they were moving together in perfect rhythm.
"This is what marriage means," he said roughly, his movements becoming more urgent as they chased release together. "This connection, this completion, this choice to belong to each other regardless of what the world throws at us."
"Yes," she gasped, meeting him thrust for thrust while electricity raced between them through bond that madeseparation impossible. "This is what love means—choosing each other every day, building something permanent despite everything that tried to tear us apart."
When her orgasm crashed over her, her pussy clamped down tightly around his cock with devastating intensity, she felt his own release follow immediately as he came deep inside her with a roar that was more wolf than human. Through their bond, she experienced his pleasure, the feedback loop of sensation and emotion creating climax that seemed to last forever.
Afterward, they both breathed hard while satisfaction hummed through their completed connection. The November wind whispered through bare branches outside their windows, but inside their sanctuary, everything felt warm and perfect and exactly as it should be.
"How do you feel, Mrs. Thorn?" he asked, pressing a kiss to her temple while his hands traced lazy patterns on skin that still glowed with supernatural energy.
