Page 55 of Pack Rage
“Fuck me, Grigor.”
“Anything you ask.” He slid one hand up to my hair, pushing it out of the way, his eyes snagging on the metal tag in my ear, emotions moving over his face too rapidly to make them out. He balanced over me and pressed the smooth tip of his cock to my entrance, then surged forward with his hips, filling me in one deep thrust.
I’d already come, so I was more than ready, but I came again when he lowered one hand and set a fingertip vibrating directly over my clit, never hesitating, even though he was still fucking me.
Something was wrong, though. He was moving smoothly, never breaking his cadence, but he was holding back. “Grigor,” I whispered, pleasure zinging through me as another climax approached. “Grigor, please. Let me in.”
His hips slowed. “My queen?”
“Claim me. Let me in,” I repeated, lifting a hand to his hair and pushing it behind one ear. “I want to hear you in my thoughts.” My wolf rose inside me, whining for her mate, for Grigor’s wolf.
His rose as well, his dark eyes shining less with magic, and more with a wild darkness that called to me. He was dangerous, but never to me. His canines slid out to show over his lower lip, and somehow, it made him look almost boyish. Eager.
“Anything you ask,” he repeated, and began moving more slowly. His lips pressed gently on my shoulder, opposite the one where Brand had marked me, just below Finnick’s mark, and he kissed the skin softly. Then he opened his mouth and bit down.
“Grigor!” I gasped. The bed was shaking beneath us, the objects that had been on top of the table and shelves clattering to the ground.
“My mate,” he replied with dark satisfaction, and the bed shook even more violently. No, not the bed. Theearth.The whole house above us was moving, as was the ground below.
“Mymate,” I replied, feeling my own teeth become longer, sharper. I tilted my head and sank my teeth into his firm, smooth neck, tasting fire and ice. Power and darkness. Pure love and an eternity ahead of us to share it with one another.
“My love,” he half-shouted, as he emptied himself into me, then opened his mind. I fell into his thoughts, into his memories, drowning in a storm of love, madness, and desire.
Chapter 26
Opening Up
GRIGOR
It was more difficult than I had dreamed to keep my power from reducing the house above us into rubble as I surged into my mate’s body. The pleasure was a maelstrom that caught me, the overwhelming bliss nearly blinding. Power from the connection filled me, healing me from the silver poisoning and beginning to refill my magical reserves.
At long last, my wolf had claimed his mate. He wanted the world to know what had just happened, wanted the earth itself to be as transformed as he was by the connection that lit up his weary, feral soul.I felt such compassion for that part of me, the side that had made certain we stayed alive, though it was a punishment at least as horrific as the life I’d lived, to suffer through all those years alone.
Butnow. Now, she was here, asking to be let inside. So we turned our attention from shaking the world on its foundation, to doing something far more difficult: allowing the one we loved most to see exactly who it was, what it was, she had claimed.
Her wolf walked into my spirit on small, dark paws. Her coat was every bit as dark, though it glinted red, and her eyeswere amber fires that warmed me as she moved through my memories, exploring. Searching. What was she looking for?
Not that it mattered. I’d trespassed on my beloved’s thoughts many times, before I had any right. As she ran through my past, through the threads that made up the tainted web of my magic, sniffing and sneezing once when she approached the oldest memories I had, I knew I had no choice. I belonged to her. She owned my body, my mind, my soul itself.
The earth stood still, but inside, I quaked to think of what she had found when her wolf stopped running.
“Oh, Grisha,” she whispered, and I knew she’d seen my earliest memories. “I’m so sorry you had to wait for so long. I’m glad you lived. Glad you survived… everything. We’ll be together from now on. Your wolf and mine.”
Tears slipped down my cheeks, and I opened my eyes, wondering. I couldn’t remember crying since… since I was Grisha, and my mother held me. I tried to clear my mind, to think of what my perfect mate needed most.
My wolf growled low in my chest.Ah, of course.“Your wolf is ready to emerge. Would you like to shift, my queen?”
“Can I?” she asked, but before she’d finished her question, I’d used the connection between us—a wide, amber bridge of power as thick as my wrist, and a hundred times stronger—to help her slip into her wolf form.
She was as small as I remembered from her one disastrous shift after the battle at Southern. I’d thought the red on her coat back then had been blood, but if it was, it had soaked into her wolf’s form somehow, tinting her a rich ruby hue. Her snout was narrow and perfectly shaped, her ears dainty, with the circle of metal still pinned to the left one, though the tufted fur along the edge obscured it somewhat.
“You are magnificent,” I praised, as she turned a circle on the mattress, trying to see herself. “My wolf would like to come out and meet her in fur.” She yipped in agreement, and I changed.
We tussled on the rumpled bed, the scent of our lovemaking pleasing to both our wolves. She lifted her tail in the air enticingly, but I nipped her flank playfully. There would be a time for our animals to mate as well, but I could feel others approaching.
Damn, it was good to have enough of my magic back to extend my senses. Soon I’d have enough to break down the doors, if we needed. Enough to protect my mate, and my brothers, and level this whole tainted building if necessary. I wasn’t there yet, though, even with the fresh mating bond. But soon.
A soft knock at the door had her jumping down and sniffing at the handle. It opened, and Finnick and Brand stood there, gaping at her beauty from the doorway as she preened.
