And she fuckinglovedit.
While she came for another time, his strokes got shorter and even faster, and his hold got so tight, she couldn’t do anything other than take little, desperate sips of air. But whatever, oxygen was totally overrated, especially as he locked into her sex.
So he could fill her up.
With each jerk deep inside of her, she milked him, yet another release for her drawing out the essence of him that as a bonded male, he needed to leave behind, deep in her body.
A marking that was both a claiming of her as his female and a warning to other males.
Touch her, and youwilldie.
As tears came to her eyes, they were full of joy and gratitude. This was a completion she didn’t know she needed, a throwback to the way it had been—when his massive body had required what only she could provide him, and all she could do was hold on for dear life as he took her like the savage animal he was underneath his civilized veneer of clothing, and language, and manners.
It was as this occurred to her that he finally went still.
And then the cursing started.
“Oh, shit,” he said between harsh breaths. “You’re crying. Fuck, I hurt you—”
She smiled into the darkness and wiped her face. “No, you did not. You gave me exactly what I needed—”
“Oh, God, I’ll get Doc Jane, I’ll—”
“Wrath. Stop it.” She had to laugh as she wiped her face. “I’m perfectly fine. I asked for exactly what I wanted, and as usual, you delivered.”
“I can scent your tears.”
Now her voice hitched. “Just because I love you. And I’ve missed you.”
With aching care, he lowered her back to the steel floor and stroked her back and shoulders. He was so right. It was terrible business, the war. Full of bad news, worse tragedies, and terrible sights you couldn’t get out of your mind. And they had to live, somehow, in the midst of everything that was painful.
She’d tried to do that when she’d believed him dead.
She wasn’t going to miss the chance when he was alive.
“You are my one true love,” he said hoarsely. “Now and forever. I can’t bear the idea of ever hurting you.”
“And I love you right back.”
Wrath slowly straightened first, and the retreat internally teased her with another round. But there was no time for that. This had been a side-step, not a trailhead.
There would be more later, though, she vowed to herself. When they were in their mated bed, not sleeping today.
“Here,” he said gruffly. “I made a mess.”
Something soft was pressed into her hand. A bandana.
“Good idea,” she chuckled.
After she tucked the thing between her legs, she pulled up her jeans to keep it in place. Then she set about straightening her clothes, and going by the rustling across from her, Wrath was doing the same.
“Are you set?” he asked her.
“Yup, I am.”
He kissed her one last time, and after that, the lights came back on. Okay, wow, his hair was in total disarray, the straightlengths tangled over his pecs. Reaching up, she combed the knots out and swept them over his broad shoulders.
“There, now you’re ready for prime time,” she said, as she touched his face. “And don’t look like you just fucked your mate in the dark.”
