Page 72 of Crossed Fates

Alpha on alpha.

Man on woman.

Wolf on wolf.

It was an intimate dance underlined in deep, dark emotions. Alaric’s pain from the loss of his brother. His frustrations over the pack and the expectations laid out before him. His anger over the situation with the hybrid. And the utter bliss he found in my presence, a soothing mechanism he hadn’t realized he needed.

All those thoughts seemed to burst through me, his feelings touching mine as I unleashed my own back onto him.

My desire to solve this case.

My need to help others.

My innate loneliness over never finding the right place within my pack—an emotion I hadn’t really ever noticed before, but one I felt now. Something from my childhood. A misplaced feeling I’d long buried after choosing my path. Why it chose now to surface, I didn’t know.

And I was too lost to the rapturous dance with Alaric to consider it more.

He took us to new heights, introducing me to a euphoric world unlike any other.

His bite slayed me. His touch burned me. His cock branded me.

Every beautiful stroke sent me climbing that much higher, until my insides couldn’t take it anymore and I burst wide open for the world to hear and see.

So. Much. Heat.

So. Much. Pleasure.

Dear Almighty, the passion—it was the most intense of my life, forever altering my understanding of sex. Alaric followed me into oblivion with a shout, his wolf growling in his chest and sending me tumbling into a third climax, my inner walls squeezing Alaric’s cock as though to hold him there for the rest of my damn existence.

And we were only in missionary position.

Jesus, what could he do when driving into me from behind?

Up against a wall?

Over the counter?

All the ideas floated through my mind at once, some of them darker than any I’d ever envisioned for myself, and yet oddly right. I could almost sense Alaric doing the same, his brain already considering which way to take me next.

Again,I swore I heard him say.We are doing that again.

I huffed a laugh, my mouth finding his to lose us both to a kiss underlined in promise.

Because yeah, we were totally doing that again.

And probably a third time for good measure.

And then a fourth because why not?

Sleep was for the weak.

“We’re not weak,” Alaric said, somehow reading my mind.

I smiled. “Prove it.”

He nibbled my lower lip, then pressed his mouth to my ear. “Get on all fours and I will.”

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