“Claim me.”
His weight covered her, and his lips crashed onto hers with astonishing force. He plunged deeply, then eased back, only to buck into her again. A growl took his throat as he shoved her toward the headboard with the power of his thrusts. She gripped his taut shoulders as pressure began to build in her again. She loved him like this. Raw, dominant…intoxicating. This was the Grey she wanted in her bed, in her body. The Grey who didn’t hold back what he was. The man who hid who he really was from everyone else but her.
Where his earlier strokes had been languid, they now turned frantic, and he rolled to pull her onto his lap. Straddling him, she rocked against him as the muscles in his arms bunched and tensed where he gripped her waist. He lifted his gaze to hers, and for a moment, she could see him. The blue-eyed man in the woods who’d given everything to save a stranger—to save her. She loved him, body and soul, and now he was giving her all of him again. He growled as he clenched her, his pulsing jets of warmth filling her just as her own climax crashed through her. He clamped his teeth onto her shoulder, and she cried out and clawed his back, marking him as he’d marked her life completely.
The moment was blinding, burning her from the inside. She closed her eyes against every nerve being set aflame as he tensed again and released another burst of warmth into her.
“Fuck,” he yelled, shaking under the same tortured ecstasy that wracked her body.
Wide-eyed, she melted into him as the pain seeped from her veins, leaving a humming pleasure where they still sat connected in its wake. “What was that?” she breathed.
“That,” he said, chest heaving, “was our bond.” He stared at her throat. A slow smile took his sensual lips as he lifted his gaze to hers. “Can you feel it?”
Something thrummed in the space between them, and she searched his chest for some hint of the tether she felt. She leaned closer, and the motion offered relief.
This moment, right here, staring into Grey’s adoring eyes while an unexplainable power strummed between them, made her a believer in magic.
Tucked under her mate’s chin, she fell asleep in the safety of his strong arms with a smile of satisfaction on her lips and declarations of devotion on his.
Chapter 10
By the time Morgan woke up, the evening sun cast shadows across the dark wooden floor. Grey’s legs had tangled with hers under the sheets. His face was relaxed, and she hesitated to wake him. Never had she seen him look so untroubled. He probably hadn’t slept this well since the night before he saved her and Lana from the werewolf that killed Marianna. It seemed as if the pressure had been lifted from him. The weight he had been carrying on his shoulders must have been substantial. She would be there for him now to try to make it easier, because no matter how easy he made things look, the amount of responsibility he managed could be crushing. He would be an alpha by night’s end. She inhaled happily as pride hummed through her body.
Grey stretched his legs and pulled her closer. “Your thoughts are so loud, I can almost hear them.”
“Okay, then what am I thinking, Black Wolf?”
Opening his eyes, he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “How happy and proud you are.”
So their bond meant he could read her mind? That was disturbing. “Huh, good guess.” She squinted and tried to expel any embarrassing inappropriate thoughts about how good it felt to wake up to Grey’s erection pressed against her belly.
“I can’t read your mind, but I can get a sense of what you are feeling.”
Perhaps that is what she’d been doing right before he woke up—sensing his emotions. Certainly, she had felt something…relief emanating from him.
“I think I can, too. Is that normal? I mean, does that happen to other pairs?”
His chuckle reverberated against her cheek. “Dean told me about it happening to certain couples. It
His weight covered her, and his lips crashed onto hers with astonishing force. He plunged deeply, then eased back, only to buck into her again. A growl took his throat as he shoved her toward the headboard with the power of his thrusts. She gripped his taut shoulders as pressure began to build in her again. She loved him like this. Raw, dominant…intoxicating. This was the Grey she wanted in her bed, in her body. The Grey who didn’t hold back what he was. The man who hid who he really was from everyone else but her.
Where his earlier strokes had been languid, they now turned frantic, and he rolled to pull her onto his lap. Straddling him, she rocked against him as the muscles in his arms bunched and tensed where he gripped her waist. He lifted his gaze to hers, and for a moment, she could see him. The blue-eyed man in the woods who’d given everything to save a stranger—to save her. She loved him, body and soul, and now he was giving her all of him again. He growled as he clenched her, his pulsing jets of warmth filling her just as her own climax crashed through her. He clamped his teeth onto her shoulder, and she cried out and clawed his back, marking him as he’d marked her life completely.
The moment was blinding, burning her from the inside. She closed her eyes against every nerve being set aflame as he tensed again and released another burst of warmth into her.
“Fuck,” he yelled, shaking under the same tortured ecstasy that wracked her body.
Wide-eyed, she melted into him as the pain seeped from her veins, leaving a humming pleasure where they still sat connected in its wake. “What was that?” she breathed.
“That,” he said, chest heaving, “was our bond.” He stared at her throat. A slow smile took his sensual lips as he lifted his gaze to hers. “Can you feel it?”
Something thrummed in the space between them, and she searched his chest for some hint of the tether she felt. She leaned closer, and the motion offered relief.
This moment, right here, staring into Grey’s adoring eyes while an unexplainable power strummed between them, made her a believer in magic.
Tucked under her mate’s chin, she fell asleep in the safety of his strong arms with a smile of satisfaction on her lips and declarations of devotion on his.
Chapter 10
By the time Morgan woke up, the evening sun cast shadows across the dark wooden floor. Grey’s legs had tangled with hers under the sheets. His face was relaxed, and she hesitated to wake him. Never had she seen him look so untroubled. He probably hadn’t slept this well since the night before he saved her and Lana from the werewolf that killed Marianna. It seemed as if the pressure had been lifted from him. The weight he had been carrying on his shoulders must have been substantial. She would be there for him now to try to make it easier, because no matter how easy he made things look, the amount of responsibility he managed could be crushing. He would be an alpha by night’s end. She inhaled happily as pride hummed through her body.
Grey stretched his legs and pulled her closer. “Your thoughts are so loud, I can almost hear them.”
“Okay, then what am I thinking, Black Wolf?”
Opening his eyes, he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “How happy and proud you are.”
So their bond meant he could read her mind? That was disturbing. “Huh, good guess.” She squinted and tried to expel any embarrassing inappropriate thoughts about how good it felt to wake up to Grey’s erection pressed against her belly.
“I can’t read your mind, but I can get a sense of what you are feeling.”
Perhaps that is what she’d been doing right before he woke up—sensing his emotions. Certainly, she had felt something…relief emanating from him.
“I think I can, too. Is that normal? I mean, does that happen to other pairs?”
His chuckle reverberated against her cheek. “Dean told me about it happening to certain couples. It
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