“Tell me this is just physical,” I murmured softly, the potent taste of her on my tongue making my head spin. “Say it again, Raven. I dare you.”
Raven shivered, emerald eyes dark as night, and when her red, full lips finally parted, it wasn’t to give a response but to crush her mouth to mine.
I lost track of everything in the haze of hunger that followed. I waslost in her scent, her taste, the sensation of Raven in my arms, alive and wanting.
Her fingers raking through my hair and over my shoulders, her nails scoring back, marking me as I wanted to her, her tongue flicking against mine.
The blood in my veins heated, her clothes coming apart in my hands as my lips left hers to mouth over her chin, her jaw, her neck, unravelled by my need to mark every inch of her.
I fisted her hair, the erotic scent of Raven’s desire thickening in the air as my canines nipped her nape.
Raven shuddered, then her hands found my shoulders, not exactly pushing me away but keeping enough distance between us so she could meet my gaze.
“Damien,” Her voice was a breathless, helpless rasp. “What are we doing?”
My thumb traced her bottom lip, red and swollen from my kisses, my words, a dark, honest confession.
“You are undoing me, Raven.”
I tore my shirt off, tossing it aside, and her eyes darkened, raking over me. I kissed her throat, savoring the pulse that raced beneath my lips.
Her skin was fever-hot, her scent overwhelming. My hands roamed her body, tracing the curve of her waist, the softness of her thighs.
She arched into me, a soft moan escaping, her hands tangling in my hair. “Damien,” she gasped, her voice a plea as I kissed lower, my lips brushing the sensitive skin above her breasts, teasing the edge of her bra.
I unhooked it, freeing her, and took one nipple into my mouth, rolling it gently with my tongue. She cried out, her body trembling, her nails digging into my shoulders.
My hands slid to her hips, peeling away her leggings, her skin glowing in the lamplight. I kissed her belly, the gentle swell where our child grew, my lips lingering like I was making a silent vow to protect them both.
Her fingers tightened in my hair, urging me back up, her mouth finding mine in a kiss that was all heat and desperation.
I shed my trousers, my arousal evident, and her eyes locked on mine, raw and unguarded.
“Tell me to stop,” I rasped, my voice thick with restraint, my body aching to claim her. My wolf clawed at me, demanding I mark her and make her mine in every way. But I needed her to want this, to choose me.
“Don’t,” she whispered, her legs wrapping around my waist, pulling me closer. Her heat pressed against me, searing, and I groaned, sinking into her slowly, carefully, mindful of her pregnancy.
She was tight, warm, and perfect, her body molding to mine like she was made for me.
We moved together, a rhythm as old as the moon, her gasps and moans a symphony that drowned out the world.
My hands gripped her hips, guiding her, each thrust a claim, a confession, a promise I couldn’t yet speak. Her nails raked my back, her breaths hitching.
“Damien,” she moaned, her voice breaking as her body tightened, her climax building. I angled deeper, my own release coiling, hot and urgent.
Her hands clutched my shoulders, her body arching, and she shattered, her cry sharp and sweet, pulling me over the edge with her.
I roared, my release crashing through me, a storm that left me trembling. We stilled, her head on my chest, her breath warm against my skin.
My arms cradled her, my fingers tracing lazy circles along her spine, her scent wrapping around me like a lifeline.
She was mine, child or no child, deal or no deal. I’d burn the pack to the ground, defy the council, and slaughter anyone who threatened her. Elias, the elders, and her cousin, they’d all pay if they came near her again.
My hand stroked her hair, her body soft and warm against mine, her breathing slowing as she nestled closer.
“I’d do anything for you,” I murmured, too low for her to hear, my wolf finally quiet. “Anything to keep you safe.”
A sharp knock shattered the silence.