Page 10 of Broken Wolf Heart (Mafia Pack #3)

He groans, pressing his forehead to mine. “That’s the bond. It’s real now. Fully awake.”

“Is that what this is?” I whisper. “This heat? This ache?”

“Yes. And it’ll only grow stronger when I bite you.” He pauses. “But that doesn’t have to be now. We can wait. We should wait.”

I roll my hips against him slowly and feel the sharp intake of his breath as his erection presses against my thigh. “What if I don’t want to wait?”

“Lexi…”

I reach between us and wrap my fingers around him, feeling the shudder that ripples through his entire body. “I want to belong to you in every way I can. Now. Here. Tonight . ”

He exhales a needy sound, and then he’s kissing me again. His hands slide down my body, trailing reverent paths. Over my ribs. My hips. My thighs. His fingers part my folds, pushing inside me, and I gasp.

“I can feel how wet you are for me,” he murmurs, stroking me slowly.

But it’s not enough.

My wolf wants him—all of him. She wants to belong to him. At last, we agree on something.

“Grey,” I breathe. “Please. ”

He slides his fingers out of me and lifts me up and over his erection. Slowly, he lowers me onto him, and I feel him sliding into me. Deep. Like we’re falling into each other inch by delicious inch.

I gasp, clutching at his shoulders, and he stills.

“Too much?”

“No,” I whisper. “It’s perfect.”

He moves inside me, his dark eyes locked on mine like he’s memorizing the shape of my soul. Every thrust is unhurried, like we have all the time in the world. Like this moment is meant to stretch forever.

The sounds around us blur—the hum of insects, the rustle of leaves, the gurgle of the stream. All I know is his breath against my skin. His hands gripping my waist. His lips brushing my jaw, my neck, my shoulder.

The bond pulses with every movement we make. Every moan. Every whispered promise. My wolf stirs, snarling her approval in my mind.

Suddenly, the need building inside me is not a soft, slow thing. Soon, I’m rocking harder against him, whispering, pleading for him to go faster. His grip on my hips tightens. I hiss in pleasure at the roughness.

The wolf inside me preens and purrs at how he takes control. He’s the only one we’ll ever let hold power over us again. I close my eyes, lost to the way Grey feels inside me, against me.

He leans in, his teeth scraping over my throat. I buck against him, aching for his claiming bite. Nothing about that desire feels human, but I don’t fight it. I don’t even want to try.

“Do it,” I urge him.

He presses his mouth against the soft flesh of my neck, and a moment later, his teeth puncture my skin. Pleasure spears through me, unlike anything I’ve ever known.

A snarl rips from me, more animal than human .

“That’s it, baby,” Grey says, leaning back to expose his neck to me.

Only ever to me.

I lean in and bite down, letting my wolf guide me. He shudders, loosing a deep groan I feel all the way through me. His blood hits my tongue, and I ignite.

Pleasure slams into me.

I cry out, driving faster, needing more.

Grey’s hands are tight around my hips, squeezing with the possession of a mate’s touch. His eyes on mine burn with a dark intensity that sears my heart to his.

“I love you,” he murmurs into my hair. “So fucking much.”

Tears slip down my cheeks, but they’re not from pain. Not from grief.

They’re from a feeling so foreign I’m surprised I know it. But even my wolf can’t deny that this moment feels like finally coming home.

I fall apart around him with a cry, and he follows, groaning my name like a prayer. We cling to each other through it, shaking and breathless, undone and whole at the same time.

He lowers his back to the mossy ground, pulling me with him so I’m sprawled across his chest, both of us still slick with sweat and breathing hard.

We lie there in silence for a long time, the stars twinkling lazily overhead.

I roll over so I can stare up at the constellations, full of wonder at the new sensations swirling inside me.

I can feel Grey’s presence—the mate bond—easily enough. Like a tether from my heart to his. It’s incredible.

“Will it always feel like this?” I ask.

“The sex? God, I hope so.”

I laugh. “The bond. I can feel you. I don’t know how to explain it. Like, no matter how far away you are, I’ll know whether you’re happy or safe or sad.”

“Yeah,” he says in a hushed voice. Like he’s just as in awe of it as I am. “I think it will.” His hand reaches for mine, and he winds our fingers together.

We lie like that for a while longer, marveling at the connection we’ve just sealed between us. Eventually, Grey lifts himself up on his elbow and brushes his fingers through my hair.

“We should get going,” he murmurs.

I blink lazily up at him, half-asleep. “Where?”

He frowns, and a tension fills the bond between us. It’s the first jolt of reality that reminds me what we’ve left behind. His words are the second.

“I’m going to take you to stay with some friends outside the city. I’ll come back and?—”

“Without me?”

“Just for a few days. You need time to rest. To heal.”

I stare at him, the weight of the past twenty-four hours crashing down all over again. My pack is waiting. My wolf is still pacing beneath my skin. Vincenzo Diavolo has his hooks into me deeper than ever. And yet, none of that is responsible for the emotion that catches in my throat.

“Grey?”

He blinks, softening instantly at my tone. “Yeah?”

“Are we… actually married?”