Page 112 of The Fated Hunter Wolf
"Prove it." I threaded my fingers through his hair and held him there. "Mark me, Rhys. Make me yours."
My nails dug into his back as his canines sank into my neck.
Pain exploded, white-hot, electric. My back arched, every nerve firing at once. But beneath the pain wasrightness. My body knew this was supposed to happen, and a force within me adjusted to make space for something new.
The bondexplodedand I screamed as I came all over him. It felt like I was hit by lightning. The bond locked into place with a finality that stole my breath. I held him close to me as he gently rocked, his cock still filling me.
And then his emotions came.
Love. Consuming, all-encompassing love.Awe. Bone-deep gratitude. Fierce possessive satisfaction—mine, mine, MINE—so loud I could barely think past it.
His wolf claimed me through the bond. Primal and absolute claiming. But I felt his human side too: reverent, overwhelmed, terrified he'd still find a way to break this.
I'd known he loved me. Butfeelingit—experiencing the depth and breadth and intensity of it filling our bond, after all we’d been through?—
It was too much. Not enough. Everything.
"Rhys," I choked out, and he released my neck, tongue sweeping across the wound. The sting dulled but didn't disappear. I felt the mark settle into my skin—permanent, visible,his.
Through the bond, I felt his satisfaction. His wolf's smug claim. His human wonder at what we'd just done.
But the bond wasn't complete yet. It pulled at me, demanding more. One-sided, unfinished.Hewasn’t finished.
Our turn, my wolf snarled.Our turn to claim him.
My vampire side rose with her, fangs aching, bloodlust sharp. Both sides of me surged forward in perfect alignment.
I moved before conscious thought caught up. The look on his face, the anticipation that was still drunk from claiming me, that was all I needed. I was slick, my pussy still tender from releasebut ready to be everything to him. I rolled him over this time, and he gladly went, eyes glowing with his wolf. I straddled him and didn’t waste another second.
“I am yours,” he said, and I was unleashed. I rushed at his neck, rocking against his cock and sinking my teeth into the junction of his neck and shoulder.
Fangs first. Then canines. Both breaking skin.
His blood hit my tongue.
The taste was intoxicating, purehim. My vampire side sang with satisfaction, wanted to drink deeper, wanted to take and take and take. But my wolf snarled possession, demanding I mark him, claim him, make himours.
I bit down harder, fangs sinking deep. Felt his blood flow warm across my tongue. Drank once, twice, tasting him, claiming him, marking him in a way no pure shifter ever could.
Through the bond—still forming, still connecting—I felt his shock. Then his pleasure, overwhelming pleasure. Then, his complete surrender. He grunted, again and again until at last he tightened his embrace, trembled, and then came inside me as he gasped for breath.
Yours, his wolf acknowledged, submitting.Yours, mate, always.
The bond blazed. The magic in the bond wasn't just shifter gold. It was laced with silver—vampire magic mixing with wolf.
Complete, my wolf replied.
We were marked forever, his wolf and mine, his magic and my hybrid power all tangling together, weaving into a bond that had never existed before. We’d entered uncharted, unprecedented territory.
I felt his wolf, finally at peace. But I also felt my vampire nature reaching toward him through the bond, claiming him in a way that went beyond wolf magic. He shuddered beneath me.
"Sable," he choked out. "Goddess, what?—"
"Both," I managed. "You're bonded to both. Wolf and vampire."
He could feel them both—my wolf, fierce and sated. My vampire, hungry and possessive. Two halves of me, both claiming him. Both loving him.
"Is it too much?" For a moment, fear spiked. What if bonding with a hybrid was too overwhelming? What if?—
