Page 110 of Spellbound & Speechless
“Yours.” I arch against him, my nails dragging along his muscular back. “Claim me.”
He bites into my neck, his teeth scraping hard, and I cry out. His hips move slowly, his soft moans becoming primal growls. I press my nails harder, enough to make him feel it, enough that his sounds grow louder. Mine do, too.
He flips me over, shoving my face into the bed. I arch my back and take it all, pleasure shaking through me as his hips smack into my ass, claiming me from behind.
His… I am his.
His fingers weave into my hair and pull me up. I find his wild eyes staring intensely into mine.
“You look so pretty right now. Look at that perfect face.” His tongue darts out, wetting my earlobe. “Your hair. Love it.”
He’s already losing his mind, losing himself in me. This is why he needed space to focus on protecting me. Try as we might, when our bodies mesh, we’re gone.
I’m shaking beneath him, always so close to the edge, but I don’t want to finish so quickly. This can’t end already. He knows just how to get me there, his fingers rubbing against my clit, prepared to force me to come.
“My mate,” I whine, going limp beneath him.
“No.” His eyes flash red. “What else am I? Tell me.”
He thrusts into me harder, his fingers tightening in my hair, and I can barely speak.
“Husband.” The word comes out mangled, but it’s enough for him.
His mouth meets mine, devouring me as he spills his seed. His growls become soft whimpers. His hips slow, no longer jerking, but circles—letting me feel him everywhere.
“My wife.” He presses soft pecks to my lips. His body collapses on top of mine, his weight pushing me into the bed. “I love you. I’m yours.”
No one can take that away. She can take my magic and my goddess, but she cannot takehim… and our love.
“I love you, too.”
Chapter 39
Aspen
I’m alonein the house, and the wards are down.
I’m alone in the house, and the wards are down…
It’s a trap, of course, but that doesn’t make it any easier. Some may see me as a damsel in distress, but I’ve never liked the thought of playing one. That’s exactly what I’m doing now.
The others are just far enough that the witch will think I’m alone, but I’m less alone than ever. We have wolves on the block keeping an ear out, and if their hearing is anything like Mac’s, they’ll be able to run over at a moment’s notice.
My lone wolf is no longer alone, and while it will take some time for him to adjust to being part of a group, nothing could make me happier. He deserves a family—a pack. I want to be there for him in every way, but I know I can only fill one role at a time.
His new pack is proving useful already, so on a selfish note, I can’t complain.
The waiting is torturous. I’m sure it’s as excruciating for the others at the bar. The bar is a fifteen-minute walk, a five-minute drive, and likely even faster for Mac in his wolf form.
That means I’ll have to hold my own for five minutes—or less, if the pack steps in. We’re relying on my bond with Mac. If he can’t feel me needing his help, it’s all over.
She doesn’t appear with the flourish I’m expecting. In the blink of an eye, she’s next to me on the couch.
I’m proud of myself. I don’t even flinch when she materializes.
“Where did you get teleportation abilities?” I ask.
“Do you like it? It’s new.” She smiles a rotten smile, and my heart sinks. For a moment, she reminds me of any other woman—no, worse. She reminds me of a girl gushing about her new toy. “A gift from a cambion.”
