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Chapter 112
Serafine POV
His lips are soft against mine, almost gentle like he thinks I’ll break if he isn’t, like he thinks trying to soothe me is the best way forward testrým i soothe the storm inside me, not feed it, which won’t work.
“Okay.”
His word is so quiet 1 barely hear it, but still he moves softly, his hands stay on my waist, unmoving, offering comfort instead of dominance. His Rod/ leans into mine and I can feel the restraint in him which is only making my wolf more frantic.
He trembles and I feel it, it’s like he’s at war, the line between instinct and discipline weaving together almost: For a moment I want to let that tenderness hold me steady, to cling to the careful way his mouth moves against mine. I want to drown in the way his thumb strokes gently across the small of my back like I might disappear if he lets go.
I can’t though, not now, not after the fire, not after the magic and not after I almost killed him.
Right now, in this moment, there’s too much inside of me. Fear, need, guilt and something older, almost wilder that is twisting under my ribs and scraping at my skin like claws made of desperation. My wolf isn’t calm, and she’s not going to calm.
me
She’s howling, and she won’t stop until he’s claimed again, until I can feel him lose control. She won’t stop until I know, we know, that we didn’t lose him, and that I’m still his.
Grasping his shoulders, my fingers dig in deep, my nails bite through the fabric and drag across his muscle. he stiffens and grunts against my mouth, but! don’t stop. I won’t stop until he gives in.
“Serafine,” he murmurs, and I can hear the tension in his voice. That edge of warning lined with worry.
“Stop being careful,” I whisper, and my voice shakes with need. “I don’t want soft. Not right now.”
His breath catches, and he stills. I tilt my face to his, barely
an inch between us. “I need you,” I breathe. “I need you, Xander.”
His eyes darken and I feel his fingers tighten on my hips, just slightly.
“Serafine,” he grits.
“I need to feel you lose control,” I say, my words breaking. “Please.. take me like your life depends on it.”
I watch and see the wall shatter within him. He surges forward without a word, and kisses me with a hunger that knocks the breath from my lungs, as he grabs me harder. His tongue plunges into my mouth, deep and claiming as his grip shifts, until he’s hauling me against him. I gasp into the kiss, and I cling to him more, wrapping tightly around his shoulders as his hands slide down, under my thighs and lift me effortlessly while he stands.
My legs instantly wrap around him, and he carries me to the taller grass like I weigh nothing. He lowers me down carefully, which is at odds with how rough his mouth is kissing me, and how hard he’s gripping me. The air around us is thick with heat, and the scent of magic clings to my skin.
He tears the nighty from my body with a snarll and it falls down in shreds. The sound of the snarl makes something inside of me crack wide open. His mouth finds my neck and he grazes over the place where his mark sits.
I arch against him, every inch of me screaming for more, his hands roam lower, one cupping my breast while the other grips my hip, hard enough that I will feel it for days. That thought makes me moan/loudly as I tilt my head farther back, to bare my throat.
“Harder,” I whisper. “Don’t hold back.”
“God, Serafine…” His voice is guttural, almost wrecked. “You don’t know what you’re asking me to do.”
“Yes,” I breathe. “I do.”
Chapter 112
Serafine POV
His lips are soft against mine, almost gentle like he thinks I’ll break if he ren’t, like he thanke trying to soothe me is the best way forward 1 soothe the storm inside me, not feed it, which won’t work.
“Okay”
His word is so quiet I barely hear it, but still he moves softly, his hands stay on my waist, unmoving, offering comfort instead of dominance. His body leans into mine and I can feel the restraint in him which is only making my wolf more frantic.
He trembles and I feel it, it’s like he’s at war, the line between instinct and discipline weaving together almost for a moment I want to let that tender heren hold me steady, to cling to the careful way his mouth moves against mine. I want to drown in the way his thumbs strokes gently across the small of my back like I might disappear if he lets go.
I can’t though, not now, not after the fire, not after the magic and not after I almost killed him.
Right now, in this moment, there’s too much inside of me. Fear, need, guilt and something older, almost wilder that is twisting under my ribs and scraping at my skin like claws made of desperation. My wolf isn’t calm, and she’s not going to calm.
She’s howling, and she won’t stop until he’s claimed me again, until I can feel him lose control. She won’t stop until I know, we know, that we didn’t lose him, and that I’m still his.
Grasping his shoulders, my fingers dig in deep, my nails bite through the fabric and drag across his muscle. he stiffens and grunts against my mouth, but i don’t stop. I won’t stop until he gives in.
“Serafine,” he murmurs, and I can hear the tension in his voice. That edge of warning lined with worry.
“Stop being careful,” I whisper, and my voice shakes with need. “I don’t want soft. Not right now.”
His breath catches, and he stills. I tilt my face to his, barely an inch between us. “I need you,” I breathe. “I need you, Xander.”
His eyes darken and I feel his fingers tighten on my hips, just slightly.
“Serafine,” he grits.
“I need to feel you lose control,” I say, my words breaking. “Please… take me like your life depends on it.”
I watch and see the wall shatter within him. He surges forward without a word, and kisses me with a hunger that knocks the breath from my lungs, as he grabs me harder. His tongue plunges into my mouth, deep and claiming as his grip shifts, until he’s hauling me against him. I gasp into the kiss, and! cling to him more, wrapping tightly around his shoulders as his hands slide down, under my thighs and lift me effortlessly while he stands.
My legs instantly wrap around him, and he carries me to the taller grass like I weigh nothing. He lowers me down carefully, which is at odds with how rough his mouth is kissing me, and how hard he’s gripping me. The air around us is thick with heat, and the scent of magic clings to my skin.
He tears the nighty from my body with a snarll and it falls down in shreds. The sound of the snarl makes something inside of me crack wide mouth finds my neck and he grazes over the place where his mark sits.
open.
His
I arch against him, every inch of me screaming for more, his hands roam lower, one cupping my breast while the other grips my hip, hard enough that I will feel it for days. That thought makes me moaryloudly as I tilt my head farther back, to bare my throat.
“Harder,” I whisper. “Don’t hold back.”
“God, Serafine…” His voice is guttural, almost wrecked. “You don’t know what you’re asking me to do.”
“Yes,” I breathe. “I do.”
Chapter 112
He hesitates only a heartrest longer before he gives in
He drives into me with a force that punches a cry from my throat. Na bunes Miniat deep in one brutal thinner. Hy hand frite kark at a through me as my body stretched to take him.
The pressure, heat and feel of him inside of me, it’s everything that i needed sad mvoce, it’s fante iba too much But ales not laugh
He doesn’t wait, or ask if I’m ready, he just moves. His thrusts come hard, fast and retentions as his grid begins bruiding my hips widle ha pans the m earth. Every inch of his body is pressing into mine, and every stroke punches deeper, shaking loosed the last planes of of recháind that ra bem cingu
I moan, loud, broken and raw and his growl answers it.
There’s nothing tender about it now. This is need, madness, instinct and desperation all colliding in flesh.
His teeth scrape against my jaw again, then down to my throat, and I arch up into him, clenching around him so tight that ! feet his chythm falter.
“Do you feel that?” he growls, his lips brushing my ear as his thrusts grow savage, his wolf taking more control. “That’s me breaking you open so you never forget who you fucking belong to.”
My gasps turn into cries as he drives deeper, my body is slick, stretched and shaking beneath him. “Don’t stop… please don’t stop”
His hand grips at my neck, the other holding my hip tighter, more possessive and brutal.
“You begged for this, little wolf,” he snarls. “Now take it. Take all of me, and scream my name while you do.”
The way he thrusts… I sob, my voice cracking. “Xander, god, it’s too much-”
“You were made for me,” he growls, his eyes burning into mine. “Say it. Say who you belong to!”
“I’m yours,” I whimper, my head falling back. “No one else. No one ever.”
He slams into me again, once… twice, so hard that my breath leaves me.
“I’m going to ruin you before I let another male look at you,” he spits. “You hear me? I’ll fuck you so deep they’ll smell me in your blood.”
My moan turns into a broken scream.
“You’re mine, Serafine,” he snarls. “Not just bonded, not just knotted. You. Are. Mine.”
My head nods as tears roll down my cheeks. “Only yours,” I cry out, writhing beneath him. “Mark me again… claim me… please.”
“You want to be claimed again?” he pants against my skin. “You want every inch of you to scream taken?”
“Yes,” I sob. “Do it… do it now.”
か!
His knot surges, thick and brutal as it stretches me wide and I shatter around him again. I’m lost, wrecked and owned. As he thrusts one last time, and locks himself inside of me, I hear the snarl that always come just before the bite.
Then I feel it, his teeth against my neck, breaking the skin again, sealing us again, the pleasure explodes within him closer wanting everything from him.
me, and I cry out, clinging to him, pulling
I’m glad that I’m back here, that I’m not still hiding from him. My wolf settles against my chest, and his body stays covering mine.
