Page 28 of Make Me
It’s about choosing.
When Talon first told me I was his mate, I was terrified. Not because of him, specifically, but because if that were true, why wasn’t I feeling the connection? I’d thought I was broken, nothing more than damaged goods with no hope of true happiness in my future.
Now, my wolf fills me with a confidence I thought I’d never experience so intently. Sure, I’ve faked it for long enough that people assumed I was a badass, but physical strength and magical talents are nothing compared to being whole.
And with her forgiveness and power pulsing through me, I can finally focus on the bond I share with Talon. I’m not only desperate to claim him, I know with absolute certainty that he’s exactly who I needed to find.
Only I couldn’t do so without finding myself first.
Now that I have, and not only know, but also believe, that being a half-fae, half-wolf shifter is nothing short of fascinating, I can bring my focus fully back to my mate.
I wiggle out of his arms and grip the front of his black slacks, tugging him closer as his hands roam my bare thighs, touching me with a need that practically melts me from the inside out. He doesn’t treat me like I’m fragile. He holds me like I’m unbreakable yet priceless.
He peels the borrowed shirt from my body slowly, eyes raking over every inch of exposed skin like he’s worshipping me. And it’s so intense, sohonest, that I can barely breathe.
Once we’ve shed our clothes, he helps me onto the tall four-poster bed. By the time my back hits the mattress, I’m trembling.
“Talon,” I whisper, fingers tangled in his hair as he leans over me, his mouth trailing down my jaw then over the column of my throat. “Gods, I need this. I needyou.”
His lips pause just over my racing pulse. “You have me,” he says, his voice low, wrecked. “Every part of me was yours the moment you grabbed me at the bar.”
The intensity in his eyes burns me nearly as much as his touch does, and his fingers are blazing a trail between my breasts and over my stomach. He stops just short of where I want him most, making me buck with need, trying to get him closer.
“Don’t tease me tonight,” I practically plead, and I’m not at all ashamed.
“I was just making sure you’re really ready for this.” His hand slips lower, his thumb pressing over my clit as he grins. “And I think I have my answer.”
Hell, I could have told him that, but before I can, he positions himself between my legs and thrusts forward. Slow at first, but then I raise my hips, meeting him with a desire I can no longer control nor do I want to.
His eyes pinch closed, and the veins on his neck bulge. “Fuck, Kasha.”
I know exactly what he means.
My entire body ignites, my flesh pebbling and core tightening to new levels. He seems frozen in place, though, and I need movement.
I grab his shoulders and push him onto his back, managing to straddle him without ever breaking contact. My hips roll forward, and I see stars. I dig my nails into his chest and groan as I let my head drop back, letting go of any remnants of the tension I’ve been living with.
Talon reaches up and grabs a fistful of my hair as I ride him at my own pace, taking the pleasure I’ve been seeking. The bite of pain only serves to enhance the tingles coursing through me and has my body moving quicker.
“Gods, Talon.” My moans fill the room like alitany, but the sound fades into nothing the second I look down and meet his eyes.
They’re glowing so vividly blue that they’re almost celestial, as if they’re being lit from within by something godly and unyielding.
“Mine,” he growls, his voice ragged with need, but more than that, with certainty.
The bond doesn’t just spark—iterupts. A wildfire racing through my chest, searing away every scar, every wall, every inch of doubt I’ve clung to. It wraps around my heart, coils through my ribs, and anchors itself in a place I thought had long gone numb.
My breath hitches as the truth of it crashes through me. This isn’t just passion. It’s what it feels like to be seen, claimed, and chosen by something bigger than either of us.
It’s fate.
And for the first time in years, I’m not reaching for something I can’t quite touch. I’m being held together, bound in magic and emotion and devotion that says I’ll never be alone again.
As the bond claims both of us, Talon flips us again, holding me close before his hands begin mapping my skin as though marking the way home.
His gaze finds mine, piercing through every defense I might have left. “I’m never going to let you go.”
That promise doesn’t just land in my chest. It sinks in deep, etched into the darkest part of me like a sacred brand. And when he moves again, slowly at first, deliberate and sure, it feels like every stroke speaksto something eternal. A rhythm not just of desire, but a future worth fighting for.
