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Aurélie POV
“Aurélie… I’m close…”
“Me too,” I growl, rolling my hips against him, chasing the edge of my second release.
He pulls out of me without warning, and I whimper at the sudden emptiness the sharp ache of losing his touch. It lasts only a heartbeat before he slams back into me, driving all the way to the deepest part of me, shattering what little control I had left.
My orgasm crashes over me in a blinding wave, and the words tear free before I can stop them.
“I love you.”
He doesn’t slow. If anything, my confession ignites something darker, hungrier inside him. He keeps thrusting, relentless, as my body begs for everything he can give me aching to be filled, to be claimed completely.
My wolf surges back to the surface.
She doesn’t hesitate. Animal instinct takes over as she lunges forward, and I sink my teeth into his neck.
My fangs elongate, piercing his skin until they strike bone, branding him
Mine.
Only mine.
His memories and emotions flood into me all at once as my bite sends him over the edge. At the same time, my own orgasm tightens around him, pulsing and milking him for everything he has.
He holds me there afterward, breathing hard, steadying us both. Slowly, I withdraw my teeth and drag my tongue over the mark, soothing it, helping it heal.
Carefully, reverently, he lowers my feet back to the shower floor. I rise onto my toes without thinking, unwilling to leave the shelter of his body, wanting to stay tucked against him.
He rests his head against the tiled wall, his ear brushing mine as he reaches up and turns off the water.
“Are you tired?” he whispers.
For a brief moment, I almost feel like myself again until another cramp coils through me.
“No,” I murmur.
“Good,” he chuckles.
The water comes back on, and in one smooth movement he spins me around. His hand grips the back of my neck, guiding me forward, while his other arm wraps firmly around my waist.
A foot nudges my legs apart, and he pulls my ass back into him, his body already hard and ready for more.
“Who do you belong to?” he asks.
The hand that was on my waist slides between my legs, touching me.
I don’t answer. Instead, I wiggle back into him deliberately. He’s not the only one who knows how to tease.
“Aurélie…” he growls.
“Who do you belong to?”
His fingers slide inside me, and I buck instantly, desire rebuilding fast and sharp under his touch.
“I’m not sure…” I chuckle, reaching behind me to stroke him. My hand moves along his length, earning low groans that vibrate through him.
Then I feel it really feel it.
The bond.
It snaps fully into place between us, solid and undeniable. Suddenly I’m aware of every member of the Bloodnight pack… and my own. I know he must be exploring it too, testing the connection, sensing what he can reach through me.
I’ll need to remember to keep my blocks up later.
But not now.
This moment is too important.
“Ah…” I groan as he tugs on my clit, his mouth dropping to my ear.
“Who do you belong to?” His voice is dark, commanding, absolute.
“You,” I cry out, frustration and need tangling together. “I belong to you.”
“Good girl.”
I hear the smile in his voice just before he drives into me from behind, hard enough to make my legs give out beneath me.
The bond between us hums violently, like an invisible force binding us together. I can feel his pleasure as clearly as my own, can read his emotions, reach straight into his soul.
Images begin to bleed through the connection of me, as he sees me.
How I look through his eyes.
He keeps his rhythm steady, one hand releasing my hair to move to my breasts, while the other continues to toy with my clit. The sensation is so overwhelming, so euphoric, that I’m certain my body can’t possibly climax again I have to need rest by now.
He senses my hesitation instantly.
A growl rumbles behind me before he hauls me upright and presses my chest and stomach flat against the shower wall. I gasp as the cold tiles meet my overheated skin, my nipples dragging against the slick surface.
Somehow, impossibly, he keeps thrusting inside me. One hand settles around my throat firm, controlled, not cruel as he continues to drive deep.
“Aurélie…”
I freeze when his voice slips directly into my mind.
“I fucking love you, sweetheart.”
“I love you too,” I answer through our newly formed mind-link.
My words undo him.
He comes hard, his chest pinning me to the tiles as his release triggers another orgasm, crashing through me and leaving me shaking in his arms.