Farrah’s hand lingered on J.J.’s arm as he stared at the motel door.His key card looked absurd in his massive hand, like a toy trying to pretend it could stand up to him.They’d lost the race.They had no prize money, no glory.The debt was still there, heavy as ever.
And she had never cared less.
Because she had him.
“You sure about this?”he asked, voice low and rough, as if he still didn’t believe she meant it.
Farrah took the card from him, her fingers brushing his knuckles.She smiled up at him, steady and sure.“I’ve been sure since the diner.I want the bond completed.I want to be yours completely.”
The lock clicked open, revealing exactly what she expected—cheap furniture, threadbare carpet, a sagging bed that had seen too many bad decisions.None of it mattered.It was private.It was theirs.
She turned to him, heart thudding.He was watching her like he was starving, like the bond pulling tighter all day had finally reached its breaking point.
“Come here,” she whispered.The command surprised even her, soft but sure, and his eyes flared at the sound of it.
Two steps and he was there, hauling her up into his arms.His mouth crashed over hers, desperate and hungry, the kiss thick with everything they’d been holding back: the terror when she’d been taken, the relief of finding each other again, the bone-deep need to never be apart.His tusks scraped her lower lip, and she moaned into the kiss, clinging to him.
“Complete it,” she gasped.Her voice trembled with need.“Make me yours.Permanently.”
The words made her shiver.This wasn’t just sex.This was magic and instinct and promise.This was forever.
J.J.laid her down on the sagging bed like she was something precious, and for a dizzy moment she thought she might cry.He stripped quickly, every scar and plane of muscle revealed in the lamplight, and when her gaze dropped to his cock her breath caught.She’d felt him before, but seeing him was different—massive, ridged, already glistening.He was built to ruin her, to reshape her, to make sure she could never mistake another male for her mate.
“Beautiful,” she whispered before she even realized the word had left her.Through the partial bond, she felt his flash of disbelief, the way her sincerity stunned him.
Then her own clothes were gone, and she was bared beneath him, small and fragile against the breadth of his body.He braced his weight carefully above her, eyes searching hers.
“This will be different,” he warned, voice hoarse.“The bond changes everything.I’ll scent your emotions.Feel your pleasure.And you’ll feel how much I need to claim you—fill you—mark you until everyone knows you’re mated.”
Her hand slid between them, closing around his hot, heavy length.“I want that,” she said, stroking him, reveling in the way his hips jerked at her touch.“I want to be yours so completely that nothing could separate us.”
He pushed inside her slowly, and her world shattered.The stretch was exquisite, almost unbearable, and she cried out at the fullness of it.The bond snapped taut, flooding her with more than sensation.She felthim—his need, his love, his protective ferocity—and he feltherawe and aching joy.
“More,” she begged, nails raking his shoulders, drawing blood she didn’t care about.“I need all of you.Every ridge.Every inch.Claim me.”
He groaned her name and drove deeper until she was completely filled, stretched around him in a way that felt terrifying and perfect.Her body clung to him, every ridge dragging against her most sensitive places, making her gasp with every stroke.
“Mine,” he growled, thrusting harder, his tusks grazing her throat.“My mate.My witch.”
“Only you,” she sobbed, wrapping her legs around him, dragging him deeper.“Ruin me.Make me addicted to you.”
He did.The rhythm built, sharp and relentless, every thrust stoking the storm gathering inside her.She could feel his hunger, his desperation, his absolute joy in her surrender—and he could feel her pleasure climbing higher, spilling into him through the bond.
When he pressed his tusks to her throat, claiming marks sparking magic into her skin, the orgasm tore through her.She screamed, body clamping around him so hard it dragged him with her, the bond flaring in a burst of fire and light.His roar filled the room as he poured himself into her, his body refusing to stop until she was marked, filled, and undeniably his.
And she was.Completely.
When the storm finally eased, she lay beneath him, trembling but whole, her heart overflowing with love.The bond hummed between them now, permanent and unbreakable.She felt his awe, his relief, his devotion—and knew he felt her love in return.
“Yours,” she whispered against his ear.Her whole body shivered with the truth of it.“Always yours.”
***
J.J.
The next morning, J.J.woke to the sound of paper sliding under their door.He extracted himself carefully from Farrah's arms—still sleeping, exhausted from bond completion—and padded to the door.
An envelope lay on the carpet.His name was written on it in careful handwriting, with a small drawing of a teddy bear in the corner.