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He was like me.

He settled his familiar eyes on me. That had not changed. They were the same frosty gray as before.

“What just happened?” he demanded.

I shook my head. I wish I had answers. For both of us, I wished. “I don’t know.”

He looked at me in disbelief.

“I don’t know!” I repeated, my voice harder as I felt my temper flare. “I didn’t do this to you, Fell.”

Yet even that I didn’t know to be true. What if I had done this to him? I didn’t understand how it had happened to me, so how could I be certain I wasn’t to blame? Had I somehow infected him? Did it work that way?

His hand came up quickly to capture mine, and there was nothing gentle in his grip. Only strength. Unyielding hardness. Our twin X’s pumped with life, energy. Need. He shifted his hand so that our fingers laced together and our palms were flush, kissing, sparks of heat shooting between us.

My eyes found his, and I felt a deep sense of recognition as I read the fury within his frosted gaze. Suddenly, I realized we were two puzzle pieces fitting together. Fire melding with ice. Heat with vapor. Smoke with fog.

This had always been there between us. Waiting for acknowledgment. Waiting for us to own it. Waiting for us to take it. Seize it. Do something. Bethis. That inevitable thing.

Looking at him, I felt a wildness pulsing beneath the surface, beneath my skin.

My heart beat like a wild bird trapped inside my chest, struggling to get out. Struggling to break free, to reach him.

We were so close, barely any space between us, and then there was none. No space at all.

I couldn’t say who moved first. Looking back, I would never know. I would only know that when we came together, we moved as one. Existed as one.

Blood rushed through me, filling my ears, pounding a tempo that matched my racing heart’s. Mouths fused, hot and bruising.

There was still the fury. The confusion. We unleashed it on each other as we crashed together. Lips frantic. Everything desperate, violent in its fierceness.

Hands roamed everywhere, touching, stroking, squeezing, tugging.

He dropped over me, his bigger body a delicious weight. We were already naked, and I was grateful for the convenience of that as he moved between my thighs.

I devoured the beautiful sight of him, the sensation of his bare skin sliding against mine. He ran bruising kisses over my breasts, my throat, my stomach, leaving no part of me untouched. I whimpered, arching my spine, wanting more.

His mouth closed around one nipple, drawing it deep, sucking the tip until I snarled, writhing wildly.

I clenched his hard biceps, nails digging, the scent of blood filling the den. He shifted his weight, bringing his cock directly against the center of me, rubbing it into my moist flesh.

He panted, and I didn’t know if the wild animal sounds came from him or me.

My fingers clawed through his silvery hair, yanking him closer as I rotated my hips, desperate, hungry, needing him inside me.

His frosted eyes gleamed down brutally at me. He pulled back slightly and then plunged inside. I moaned, the pleasure so deep, so wild, so perfect, it edged into pain.

His arm wrapped around my waist, mashing my breasts to his chest as he lifted me higher for his cock, thrusting himself fully, deeply inside me, again, and again, and again. Hunger coiled through me as we mated, the friction hot and stunning, driving all rational thought from my head.

I clung to him, sinking my teeth into his shoulder.

This was different than before. Feral. Furious. Rough.

No veil between us now. The fire in my bloodnotmetaphorical.

And we couldn’t stop. Couldn’t slow down.

My nails scored his back, and he went faster, rocking his hips against me until we both cried out, our shouts reverberating off the walls of the cave as the pressure exploded between us in a brilliant burst of sensation that felt a lot like flying.