Page 64 of Taken By The Wolves
Scarlet is still locked around Nixon, her body limp and trembling, her breath coming in soft, stunned pants. Her skin is flushed, shining with sweat, and there’s this raw, dazed look in her eyes like she’s been pulled from one world and dropped into another.
Because she has.
I kneel beside her, brushing her hair back from her face. Her cheek leans instinctively into my palm, and the tiny, unthinking gesture makes my throat tighten. The bond is beginning to pulse between us, even if she doesn’t realize it yet.
“You still with us, sweetheart?” I murmur.
She blinks rapidly. “I don’t know where I went.”
I lean to kiss her temple. “You never have to be alone again.”
Nixon’s arms stay tight around her middle, holding her grounded as his knot keeps them joined. His face is pressed against her shoulder, and the tenderness in his expressionguts me. I know what that bond is like now. I canfeelits softness in the air.
It’s my turn. And Finn’s.
Scarlet’s gaze drifts to mine, soft but filled with new heat. She reaches for me.
“Reed,” The way she says my name is like a key turning in a lock I didn’t know existed.
“I’ve got you,” I say, crawling closer and kissing her gently, trying to give her all the things Nixon couldn’t in that first desperate, primal claiming. She’s already marked, already filled with his knot and scent. But I need her, too. I need to be inside her. I need to connect us, body, mind, and soul.
I trail kisses along her throat, across her collarbone, to her breast. She arches, still so sensitive, and when I take her nipple in my mouth, she moans my name again. The sound is needy and touches meeverywhere.
Nixon shifts slightly, groaning as he slides from inside her, releasing a rush of their combined release onto the comforter. I settle between her thighs, and Finn is at her side now, stroking her arm, his eyes on me.
“She’s ready,” he says, and he’s right. Her body is slick, pulsing, and already open for me. I slide into her slowly, watching her face the whole time.
She gasps, eyes wide. “Oh…”
That sound… it floors me.
I start to move slowly and carefully. The stretch is deep but gentle, not like Nixon’s raw brutality. This is different. Tender. Intimate. Every stroke into her carves my name into her existence.
And then it happens.
Her eyes flash. Her fingers clutch my arms, hard. Andsuddenly, Ifeelher pleasure like it’s mine. Like I’m inside her mind, not only her body. Her moans vibrate in me.Her ecstasy floods through my bloodstream like wildfire.
Reed…I hear her voice.Notwith my ears. With thought. She’s inside me.
“Did you hear that?” I whisper, panting.
“Yeah. She’s opening,” Nixon murmurs. “The bond is anchoring.”
Scarlet’s back arches, and her orgasm builds like a crashing wave. But it’s not just her climax. I’m riding it, too. Her heat and her need floods me so completely that I can barely keep control.
“I can feel you,” she gasps aloud. “All of you.”
“I know,” I choke, voice hoarse. “Me, too.”
Her thighs tremble around me, and I thrust a little harder now, chasing the edge with her. My release isn’t separate from hers. It’sbecauseof hers. As she shatters beneath me, sobbing my name into the crook of her arm, my knot flares, and I spill inside her with a groan that’s a lifetime being purged from my soul.
Our foreheads touch.
Her body twitches gently beneath mine.
She’s still gripping me inside, her body clenching in aftershocks around my knot. Every pulse echoes through my bones. I can’t move. Idon’twant to move. We’re fused in the quiet aftermath of release, given time to kiss and pet each other and dwell in the connection of our bond. Her thighs quiver, muscles spent and shaking, but she’s not pushing me away. She’s holding me in.
I kiss her temple, then her cheek, then the edge of her lips, and every place I touch, she softens more, melting beneath me like wax warmed by flame.
