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“Put your hands on my shoulders.”

She did what he asked, using him as an anchor as his cock
parted her like a whisper. He invaded her inch by inch until she was seated on
him fully. There was no discomfort this time, only the give of her pussy as she
surrounded him. The dull throb inside her didn’t lessen, so she did what came
naturally. Lifting up, she groaned at the loss of pressure, feeling him ease
from her body. When he was nearly free she came back down in a fast motion,
impaling herself on his cock, throwing her head back as she cried out.

“Again,” Emory growled, lifting her away, bring her back
down. “Fuck yes. Exactly like that, sweetheart. Ride me.”

Rising slightly on her knees, she started to move, riding
the length of his cock. She rotated her hips as she descended, rubbing her clit
on his pelvis when she felt the heaviness of his sac against her ass. He
mirrored her motions, plunging into her when she started the trip back down.

“I’ve dreamed of the way you’d feel around my cock.” Emory
urged her forward, licking a line from the arch of her neck to her ear. He blew
a steady stream of air inside, nuzzling the outer shell. “You’re so hot and
tight, Mary. Squeezing me like a second skin. I love the way you feel, how wet
you are for me.”

The explicit way he spoke made her skin heat and her insides
ripple, the warmth in her abdomen building with each thrust of his cock. She
balanced herself with her hands and looked him in the eye again, taking in the
pleasure on his face. Desperate to see him in the grips of desire, she rose up
and moved down, raking her fingers into his shoulders. His lips pulled back and
she stared at the pointed canines in his mouth, the tips sharper and more
elongated than usual.

Bite him.

She didn’t know where the compulsion came from, why she
suddenly ran her tongue along her teeth and her eyes drifted from his mouth to
his neck. The fleshy portion of his shoulder that met the wide column of his
throat beckoned, calling to her in a way she didn’t understand. She wanted to
mark him, proclaim him as hers, so that everyone would know he was taken. She
needed to know he was out of any other female’s reach. Moving her hand to his
head, she wrapped her fingers in his hair, tugging on the strands as she
brought her head down.

“Mary.” Emory groaned, the tips of his fingers brutally
pressing into her skin. “Wait.”

It was too late. She refused to listen. She lapped at his
skin, reveling in the salty taste and the way he smelled so close to her nose.
When she struck she didn’t go easy, biting him hard enough that she tasted the
metallic bitterness of his blood on her tongue. The hand at her waist moved to
her sex. She gasped when he pushed the tips of his fingers against her clit,
rubbing the sensitive nub in a practiced motion.

It felt as though flames spread throughout her body, from
her nipples to her stomach all the way down to her pussy. She moved against his
hand, finding just the right spot, rotating her hips to make sure the contact
continued. The width of his cock allowed him to hit a place deep inside her
that caused her to whimper, so good she thought she couldn’t take the pleasure.

“Let go, sweetheart. Come for me.”

It felt as though she detonated into a million particles,
her body thrashing with the intensity of an orgasm that turned her insides to
jelly. Liquid fire spread from her sex to her stomach, expanding outward.
Screaming, she writhed on Emory’s lap, the plunges of his cock and exploration
of his fingers extending her orgasm. Nothing had ever felt so good, sending her
soaring, her wings eagerly extended as she took flight.

She dimly perceived Emory’s fingers in her hair, using
enough force that her scalp burned. The pleasure turned to pain when his teeth
sank into her throat, holding her in place as he started pounding into her hard
and fast. Agony swiftly took over, yanking her from the floating height of
climax, blinding in its ferocity. Her eyes and ears started to burn as if a
poker had been jabbed into the orifices and her cries of bliss turned to those
of misery. Her bones felt like they were being hollowed out with a spoon,
aching worse than if they’d been broken. Fire sped through her veins,
blistering her from the inside out.

Emory’s skin was no longer soft or smooth, it felt rough and
piercing in every place they touched. He wouldn’t let her go when she tried to
push him away, holding her tight when she struggled. Panic hit, an alarm she
knew only too well.

Would her life end like this? Right here and now in Emory’s
arms? Had he tricked her? Was this some form of punishment?

“Stop.
Please stop
.” She hated begging. Doing so
dredged up memories she wanted to forget, of things she never wanted to witness
again. But she didn’t care, wanting to put an end to what was occurring,
thinking she might die if she was forced to endure it much longer.

“I have you.” Emory sounded so torn, so guilty. “It’s going
to be all right. I promise. I’m here, angel eyes. I’m here.”

She wanted to tell him she didn’t want his comfort and
closeness but the pain robbed her of speech, her tongue suddenly heavy and
thick in her mouth. It was as if knives were plunging into her skin, the edges
sharp and relentless. Like the night before, odd smells invaded her nose—woods,
earth, grass, water and pine. The molten waves crashing through her
intensified, multiplying and spreading as licks of flame seemed to eat her
alive. Tears streamed down her face, a river that wouldn’t stop, then a strange
sensation startled her. Something smooth and sleek teased the inside of her
skin, brushing against her as though it could somehow break through the barrier
of her flesh.

Fur.

Then everything clicked as she grasped the significance of
what was happening. Emory’s wolf had somehow made its way inside of her as he’d
told her it would, leaving behind an imprint of itself. The rusty flavor lingering
in her mouth allowed her to put the pieces together. When she’d bitten Emory
she must have started the second stage of the bloodbond. He’d told her to wait
but she didn’t listen. It was her fault she was suffering, her misery a
consequence of her own actions.

She stopped fighting, any remaining strength draining away.
Slumping forward, she rested against Emory’s sweat-slicked chest, panting for
breath. As abruptly as the pain started, it was gone. She waited for the
lethargy to send her into a deep sleep as it had the night before, but
exhaustion didn’t arrive.

“It’s over,” Emory said hoarsely and slowly withdrew his
cock from her, flipping her over so that she was nestled against the pillows at
her back.

She was going to ask him what he was doing when he made his
intentions clear. He took her nipple between his lips, sending a different,
more welcome kind of heat racing through her blood. Pain was forgotten, sent
scattering to nothing when he scraped his teeth against skin that felt alive
and new, flicking his tongue against the flesh he’d trapped between them. When
she twined her fingers in his hair he moved to the other breast, lavishing her
aching nipple with the same attention.

His hands gripped her hips, holding her steady as his cock
glided along her folds and found the entrance to her pussy. One thrust and he
was lodged completely inside her, so deep she felt the head nudge her cervix.
The connection was impossible to miss, the newfound bond washing over her like
warm rays of the sun. Two people inexplicably became one, knit closely
together.

Emory lifted his head from her breast, gazing up at her. It
wasn’t his glowing eyes that captivated her, it was what he was able to express
silently with one single expression. Hope flared in her chest, bringing her
from caged darkness and into freeing light. She hadn’t had that emotion
directed toward her in so long she’d almost forgotten how easy it was to see if
you were looking for it, how wonderful it could be to have it aimed right at
you.

Reaching out, she touched his temple, fingers shaking. He
didn’t have to say the words, not when he could communicate in this way, in a
manner that shook her to her very soul. Emory might be an alpha male, capable
of tearing men apart with his bare hands if they pissed him off, but he felt
something entirely different for her. And God help her, she felt it too. She’d
felt it from the moment she first laid eyes on him.

Adoration, attraction…

Love.

Emory couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe—not with his mate
staring at him as she was. The way he felt about her evolved with each passing
second, the second bloodbonding mark reaffirming and intensifying their
connection. He’d known he wanted Mary from the moment they first met, in the
animalistic way of his kind. Yet when he’d spoken to her, had spent time with
her and had gotten to know her he’d fallen head over heels in love with the
woman. Whereas he was hard, she was soft. When he was forceful, she was gentle.
They were a perfect match, their opposite traits balancing each other.

“Emory,” she whispered, her fingertips flittering over his
hair.

He caught her hand, brought it to his mouth and placed a
kiss in her palm. Then he started moving, dragging his cock along her vaginal
walls and sinking back into her heat with each return. She was so tight he had
to push his way inside her, so hot he thought she’d burn him alive. With a snap
of his hips he had her whimpering, his cock roughly spearing into her. He loved
the sounds that she made, from her soft cries to her heavy moans to her
ear-piercing screams.

The wolf wanted him to turn her around, pin her in place and
fuck her from behind. It was the ultimate act of mating, the preferred way for
a male to assert his dominance over his female. He fought the urge, making love
to Mary as she deserved. She’d done something he’d never anticipated, accepting
two of the bloodbonding phases in less than twenty-four hours. It wasn’t
unheard of but it was rare. The pain was too much, the fear too difficult to
overcome for many females.

Not my female
, he thought with an enormous surge of
pride.
My beautiful, courageous mate.

When she’d bitten him he’d tried to stop from doing the
same, but it hadn’t been possible with the need to possess her taunting him
like a devil on his shoulder. He’d reacted despite his reservations, taking
them beyond that first step and bringing her deeper into his world. The pain
was something he hated—something he continued to dread—but now that it was over
he was already thinking about the third mark. When their bloodbonding was
completed, Mary would be more than his mate. She would finally be safe. The
physical changes that came with being mated to a shifter would ensure she
wouldn’t be harmed as easily, able to heal wounds that would kill a normal
person.

Don’t focus on that now. She’s been through enough.

Lowering his head, he captured her mouth, pouring all of the
emotions he felt into the kiss and his movements. He cupped her ass, lifting
her so that her clit brushed his pelvis with each thrust of his hips, timing it
so the motions matched the dips of his tongue. Back and forth he moved, until
the tingle in his spine worked its way to his balls. He felt his sac tighten, a
hard jerk of his cock warning him he wouldn’t be able to hold off for long.

Tearing his lips away, he stared down at his female,
continuing to plunge into her deep and fast. Her pupils dilated as he watched
her, leaving nothing more than a ring of brown. He altered his position
slightly so that he held her buttock in one hand and the headboard in the other,
leveraging his body to maintain friction against her clit. The shift
accomplished what he wanted. She wrapped her hands around his arms, moaning
when he rolled his hips.

“You’re so fucking perfect, Mary. Come hard. I want to feel
you shatter.”

After three hard thrusts she put her face in the crook of
his shoulder, digging her fingers into his arms. Her sultry cry carried through
the room as her pussy rippled around his cock, her hot, weeping flesh shredding
his self-control. He let himself go, no longer holding back, fucking her as
forcefully as the wolf demanded. She didn’t fight, biting her lip as her cunt
continued clasping his dick, sending him over the precipice.

He snarled as he came, the fist on the headboard cracking
the wood, his hand on her ass forming claws. Mary shuddered with each jerk of
his cock, his semen exiting his sac and jetting into his mate. He continued
moving, drawing it out, until the prickly feeling in his spine vanished and
Mary relaxed beneath him. Due to the damage he’d caused to the headboard, he
had to shake his hand free of slivers of wood before he eased over her,
bringing them chest to chest.

“That was incredible,” she said with a sigh, snaking her
arms around his waist.

“Just wait,” he murmured against her neck, awash in the
feeling of her skin against his, of the pounding of her pulse.

Peace surrounded them. The house was remarkably silent as
they rested against each other.

Every day for the rest of their lives should be started
exactly like this.

The slamming of a door downstairs made them both jump. It
was immediately followed by a guttural roar, one that sent electric needles of
alarm shooting up the back of Emory’s neck.

“Ava!”

Emory waited, listening for Ava’s response. When one didn’t
come he moved away from Mary, driven by the panic in Diskant’s voice. The Omega
and his mate shared an extremely close connection, one that allowed them to
communicate in a way the pack didn’t fully understand but respected. Knowing
that, it didn’t make sense that Diskant would be searching for Ava when he
could use their special link to find her.

Where the hell had Ava gone? Had something happened to her?

Mary sat up, watching as Emory rotated in a circle, cursing
when he saw his pants were unsalvageable.