Page 63 of Taken By The Wolves
She pants softly, her body vibrating with anticipation. Reed’s hand finds hers, and he squeezes it gently, grounding her in the moment, tethering her to us.
My hands roam her body, palming her breasts until she arches, letting her legs fall open. The scent of her intensifies as I run two rough fingers between her pussy lips, grazing her clit with enough pressure to make her gasp. My cock finds her entrance almost instinctively and her gasp turns into a scream when I thrust into her, hard and deeply, over and over.
She’s so tight around me, already rippling with barely restrained pleasure. I push deeper, until my knot nudges her opening, my wolf shuddering with excitement.
I lick her nape before my fangs bud, marking her with my scent, soothing the place I willwound her. Shivers run down my spine and coil around my knot. Then I bite, and my head spins. Images of her flash through my mind; the first time I saw her alone and wounded, in our kitchen, proudly presenting muffins, cradling and singing to Ahya, coming apart beneath me in this very bed. She cries out again, a sharp, gasping moan that lances through me like lightning. Her whole body arches, caught between pain and the essence of the soul-bond that already slides through her veins. I wrap my arms tighter, my growl becoming lower and more possessive as my saliva seals the bite and ancient magic rushes into her bloodstream like wildfire.
Her fingers grip mine, nails digging into my skin. But when she lifts her face, she’s glowing.
“You’re ours now,” I whisper against her skin, my voice dark and reverent.
Scarlet moans, her back bowing as I drive into her again and again, the slap of skin and the desperate sounds of our bodies colliding filling the room. My knees nearly buckle with the force of it. I fuck her harder, driven by the primal pulse in my blood, by the need to make her feel everything.
She’s sobbing now, caught in it, breaking open around my body.
“Nixon…” Her voice shakes. “I’m going to—” She tightens, and my knot pulses.
I lean forward, covering her back with my chest, my thrusts growing erratic.
“Scarlet,” Reed warns, brushing her temple. “His knot’s coming. You’ll feel it swell. It’ll lock him inside you. Don’t fight it. Breathe through it.”
“What?” she gasps, but it’s too late to explain further. I snarl, driving deep one last time. My knot inflates, and she cries out, hips grinding, locked to me, her climax rippingthrough her like a storm. I release like a cannon firing, filling her with pulse upon pulse of my seed, marking her as ours as deeply as I can.
Her skin is flushed and sweat slick when Reed presses his lips to the hollow of her neck, but the moment his tongue grazes that sensitive spot beneath her ear, her breath catches. His wolf claws at the surface, ready to bite, tomark.When he bites, I know it’s the most primal sensual moment of his life as his mate’s skin breaks against his fangs, and she moans as her body begins to change for us.
Finn is last, claiming the other side of her throat, his eyes closed in rapture.
Scarlet doesn’t even know it yet, but her body isrespondinglike a wolf’s would. Her thighs tense, scent spiking sweet and sharp, and I groan because she’s changing. She smells like us now, heat and musk and the wisp of our magic.
I hold her steady, whispering words of praise and encouragement against her shoulder. Finn’s hand slides slowly up her thigh, teasing her with more pleasure. Reed flattens his hand over her belly, feeling the tremble of her nerves, and the shape of my cock buried deep inside her.
She’s still human in so many ways, but the bond? The bond is crawling under her skin like wildfire.
The claim is complete.
And goddess, she’s never looked more beautiful.
Scarlet is still panting softly when Reed presses a kiss to her temple. I’m still locked inside her, our bodies fused, moving in synch like two chords of the same song finally played together.
Reed crouches beside her, brushing damp hair from her brow, scanning the dazed shimmer in her half-lidded eyes. “How do you feel?” he asks, voice low. “Tell us, Scarlet.”
She blinks slowly, like it takes effort to return to herself. She lifts her head. “Like I’ve been struck by lightning,” she says hoarsely. “But instead of breaking me… it lit something up that I didn’t know was dark.”
My grip tightens at her waist. Finn slides his fingers gently along the inside of her thigh. But I stay there, grounded inside her, absorbing the moment ofrightness.
She lets out a long breath. “I feel… like I’ve been rewritten. Like something inside me snapped into place after a lifetime of sitting crooked.”
She’s ours.
And I don’t let go.
Not when her body softens around me, still trembling from the aftershocks. Not when she cries out as I finally slip free, our mingled release seeping onto the sheets. Not when her soul curls around mine with the surety of a vine finding its tree.
I hold her tight for as long as it takes for her to find herself again, truly content for the first time in my life.
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