Page 104 of Power Shift
Caelan’s length jutted against my stomach, and for once, I didn’t care that I was Chimera and he was a Lord, or that we were both naked and covered in blood.
He was a man, and I was a woman, and I wanted him, and he wanted me.
Tonight it was all that mattered.
His lips trailed hot and hungry down my neck as he walked me back to one of the few trees I hadn’t destroyed. Teeth edged the hollow of my throat, my collarbone, a soft claiming bite proclaiming I belonged to him.
And tonight I did. His hand cupped my breast, teasing the nipple. Caelan hauled me higher, dipping his head to claim the place his hand had been. I moaned and arched my back, giving him everything, all I was.
“Evie,” he growled.
I ran my hands through his hair, marveling at the silky texture, trailing down his neck and powerful back. We glowed with magic, red and gold and green and watermelon tourmaline.
This was not sex. This was a claiming, and I let it happen. Iwantedit to happen.
His teeth gently clamped down, but it would leave a mark. I surged forward, snarling at him. “Harder.”
He adjusted me, his fingers finding the slick heat between my legs.
“Caelan,” I breathed.
Our lips met again, our equal power casting a metallic glow across the bubble we were in.
Caelan slid home, his thick length filling me.
A primal scream, half me, half cat ripped from my lungs. Caelan threw back his head, a howl splitting the night. His hands gripped my hips as he took me, each slide a wicked, delicious torture.
My nails scraped his back, and I leaned forward, licking his neck down his shoulder to his collarbone before sinking my teeth into the hollow of his shoulder. Caelan barked, his movements turning jerky.
“Again.” Caelan snarled as he moved. “Make me yours.”
A delicious heat built in my core. I bit him again, tasting the salt of his skin, the copper of his blood, licking the wound closed.
His hands tightened on my hips, his movements brutal and claiming. Rough bark cut into my back as we moved, but I didn’t care about anything other than Caelan.
“You aremine. No one else’s.”
I lay my palm against his heart. “Yours,” I promised.
His movements slowed, became languorous, each slide bringing me to the edge.
“Don’t stop,” I begged.
He flicked my nipple, sliding his hand down my body to find the small place in my slick heat. A gentle press, and withdrawal.
My throat worked, a hoarse cry escaping. “Caelan.”
His wicked chuckle slid over my skin. “Come for me, Evangeline.”
Our eyes met as he moved, and when his hand slid against me, small motions tearing screams from my throat, stars exploded behind my eyes, and magic boomed in the skies above us, ancient stars not seen in millennia lighting up the skies of Joy Springs.
Caelan followed me over the edge, and together, we claimed the land for our own.
Chapter
Thirty-One
CAELAN
