Page 28 of Hunted By the Wraiths
“You’re real.” His voice cracked. “We’re real. The bond is real.”
I kissed him. Hard. Demanding. Took his mouth the way I was taking his body.
He kissed back with everything he had. His tongue swept against mine. His teeth caught my lower lip, careful despite the sharp points.
I started moving faster. Chasing the building heat in my core. The pressure coiling tighter with every movement.
The bond roared. I felt his pleasure as my own. Felt the way I gripped him. Felt the heat and the friction and the overwhelming rightness of being connected.
The feedback loop intensified. Every sensation doubled. My pleasure became his became mine again.
“I can feel you,” he gasped against my mouth. “Gods, I can feel what I’m doing to you.”
“Good.”
“It’s too much.”
“It’s not enough.”
I rode him harder. Faster. Taking what I needed. What we both needed.
His hands moved from my hips to my breasts and as his thumbs found my nipples and I gasped.
“Perfect,” he said. “You’re perfect.”
“I’m not?—”
“You are.” His hands found my breasts again. Skin on skin this time. His palms were rough with scales, the texture sending new sparks through me. “You’re mine and you’re perfect.”
He bent his head. Took my nipple in his mouth. Sucked hard.
I cried out. Ground down on him. The dual sensation of his mouth on my breast and his cock inside me was overwhelming.
He switched to the other breast. Laved it with his tongue. Scraped his teeth carefully across the sensitive flesh.
I was close. So close. The heat building into something sharp and desperate.
“Thoryn—”
“I know.” His voice was wrecked. “I can feel it. Feel how close you are.”
“Come with me.”
“I will.” His hand slid between us. Found my clit. “Together.”
He circled the bundle of nerves. Once. Twice. The pressure perfect.
I shattered.
The orgasm ripped through me. White-hot and devastating. I felt it echo through the bond. Felt him feel it. Felt the feedback loop spiral out of control.
He came with a roar. His whole body locked. The emerald blazed so bright it hurt to look at. His cock pulsed inside me, hot and perfect, wave after wave.
And the bond completed.
I felt it. A snap. A lock. A door slamming open. The sudden, overwhelming presence of him in my head.
Not his thoughts. Not his words. Just him. His essence. His determination and pain and love and stubbornness and the absolute bedrock certainty that I was his and he was mine.
