Page 144 of Ensnared by the Pack: The Complete Series (Destined Realms #3)

AUDREY

“Cyrus!” I shoved him back, catching him by surprise — since that was the only way I’d be able to move him. “We have to get out of here.”

His body tensed and his eyes squeezed shut then they flew open and captured me. They were black. His wolf was in control and he wanted me.

I froze, knowing if I made a move, he’d think I was fleeing and pounce.

Two more fairies buzzed around us, and his face partially shifted into a snout. He snapped at the spirits, devouring them with a desperate, high-pitched scream and a stomach-churning crunch.

“Mine,” he snarled.

“Not yours,” I forced out, the words tearing something in my soul.

He doesn’t want me. He doesn’t want me. He doesn’t want me.

And yet I ached for him, body, heart, and soul. I was incomplete without him, just like I’d been incomplete without Knox and Bishop.

No. That was the fairy glitter speaking. It wasn’t true.

I should be God damned happy with the two mates I already had.

“Cyrus.” This time I barked the words, my pulse thu-thudding , and he jerked back as if I’d slapped him. “We have to get out of here.”

If we didn’t leave now, whatever hold I had on myself would shatter, and I’d succumb to my glitter-induced desire.

He grabbed me, stood, and tossed me over his shoulder.

With his free hand, he slapped two more spirits out of the air before rushing to the rise we’d fallen down.

The fairies screeched as he scrambled up the rise and tossed more glitter at us. For a second, I was surrounded in a thick cloud of glitter, the grit rushing up my nose and into my mouth and making my eyes water.

I loved Cyrus. I needed Cyrus.

My desire turned to lava, pouring through my veins. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. I needed. Oh, God, I needed him.

I squirmed in his grip. “Cyrus,” I begged.

He crested the ridge and set me on the ground where I promptly yanked off my shirt.

“Audrey—”

I grabbed my breasts, desperate for relief, but pleasuring myself wasn’t what I wanted. I wanted Cyrus. We belonged together.

He. Was. Mine.

“I need you,” I pleaded. “Please.” I rose on my knees and grabbed the waistband of his pants.

“It’s the spirits’ magic,” he said, his voice gruff as he grabbed my wrists, stopping me from undoing his pants.

“I know it is.” God, I knew he didn’t want me and that I wasn’t in love with him, and yet that small voice of reason in the back of my mind was being devoured by my need. “Please. I love you.”

He crouched, still holding my wrists. “You don’t love me. That’s the spirits,” he said, his expression strained.

My eyes burned with tears that I didn’t want to cry, but his rejection was breaking my heart.

This was ridiculous. I didn’t love him. I was still partially afraid of him.

And yet…

And yet it felt as if there was truth in those words. How long had the niggling voice in the back of my mind been telling me he was mine?

My desire flared, stealing my breath and arching my back. My breasts were so heavy, needy, and I’d soaked through my pants.

“Audrey.” He cupped my cheeks, urging me to look at him. “This isn’t a fever. You’re not hot. We’ll get you to Knox and?—”

Another jolt of desire twisted me tight.

“Look at me, Audrey,” he commanded.

I dragged my eyes open, not realizing I’d closed them.

“The magic will wear off but— Fuck.” His expression turned pained. “I’ll get you off again and then get you to Knox.”

“Where everyone will watch us have sex,” I told him. Sure I’d liked it when Knox had watched me have sex with Bishop and vice versa, but Deacon and Whil…?

The thought made my stomach churn. I had to have sex now and it had to be with Cyrus.

God, what was wrong with me? Why was I so adamant to have Cyrus relieve my need? “Why won’t you have sex with me?”

The words came out choked and tears leaked from my eyes.

“You’re being influenced by magic.” He gathered me in his arms and cradled me against his chest, the sensation so comforting, so right… so… familiar.

I gasped, drawing back so I could look him in the eyes. “We’ve had sex before. It wasn’t a fantasy. It really happened.”

“You were dying and Bishop couldn’t—” The muscles in his jaw flexed. “It was just your heat. It didn’t mean anything.”

“And it doesn’t mean anything now,” I lied. “This fairy glitter isn’t easing up. Every time I move or twitch, or hell, even breathe, I ache. I can’t take it anymore and we both know if Knox saw me like this he’d lose his shit.”

“He’s going to lose his shit over me having sex with you,” Cyrus huffed as he helped me stand and slid my pants off my hips and down my legs.

With a groan, he grabbed my waist and drew me close, pressing his nose into my curls and drawing in deep breaths.

That wasn’t the action of a man who didn’t want to make love to me.

Except he’d also been affected by the spirits’ magic. He might not have gotten that final, enormous face full that I had, but he’d still been dosed enough to kiss me like he loved me and make me come.

I had to keep remembering that.

And I had to keep remembering that this was just the same situation as my heat fever. I needed someone to fuck me and he was the only one present who could.

Another tear trailed down my cheek, and I tipped my head back just in case Cyrus looked up.

He nuzzled lower, sending shivers rushing down my spine, then flicked his tongue against my clit.

Sensation zinged through me, tensing my muscles then melting them with liquid need. Now I wasn’t holding my head back to keep him from seeing my tears, it was thrown back in ecstasy.

He flicked again and again, and more shivers rolled down my body. I was already so worked up that a few more flicks had me coming.

I let out a long, satisfied moan as hot relief flooded my body and leaked from between my thighs.

Cyrus clutched me tight as I rode the wave, bliss washing through me, languid and hot.

But the ache returned, urging me to squirm, pressed my breasts into his face, or even push him back down to lick me clean.

“Damn it,” I hissed. Not that I expected a quick little orgasm like that to bleed off the spirits’ magic.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured, just like when he’d helped me with my heat. “I’ve got you.”

He undid his pants and pushed them to his knees, before pulling me down to straddle him.

My hips rocked forward, eager for more, painting my release over his large cock.

So big. Larger than Knox and Bishop. And I had to still be under the spirits’ influence because that didn’t scare me at all. Instead, it made more need rush from my core.

Everything within me screamed to take him. Take him now. I needed to be filled by him, loved by him, because he was mine.

He kissed me tenderly, like how he’d kissed me in my fantasy— No, not my fantasy. When we’d had sex during my heat. And my heart broke a little more.

It doesn’t mean anything to him.

And I still needed him with my heart, my essence, my very soul.

I forced those thoughts from my head and gave into the lusty haze from the glitter. I grabbed his cock between us, spreading around my release, not needing to do anything to work him up. He was hard as steel and precum wept from his slit. The urge to slide from his lap and take him in my mouth swelled up inside me, but Cyrus held tight with both hands on my hips, his fingers nearly spanning my waist, refusing to let me go.

Then, with a low growl, he lifted me up and eased me down his length slowly, being oh so careful as his girth stretched me to the edge of my limit, verging on painful.

But the spirits’ magic didn’t care if he was too big for me or if I needed to relax more. The desire surging within me needed to be satisfied.

This was what it wanted. What deep down, I wanted.

Possessed by the glitter, I begged for him to go faster, harder, fill me, now. My hips rocked, and I dug my fingernails into his shoulders, straining against his hold on me.

His breath turned as ragged as mine, his control driving me crazy until finally — finally! — our pelvises met and he was completely buried inside me.

“Cyrus,” I moaned, rocking my hips, savoring the feel of him. “You feel so good.”

My head rolled back and he nuzzled my neck, teasing soft kisses along my jaw, his body trembling… and not moving.

“Cyrus?” Uncertainty wormed its way into the haze. Was he regretting this?

Oh, God. I’d fucked up. I’d fucked up so bad.

Then he grabbed the nape of my neck and braced his other hand behind my back and slowly slid out.

My muscles twitched with pleasure. He felt amazing. Just like how Knox and Bishop felt. His large cock raked against my channel, igniting already hypersensitive nerves, and sending me spinning.

Carefully, he pushed back in then withdrew. He repeated the process again and again, driving me crazy.

Making love to me.

This wasn’t a quick fuck. I could feel the emotion in every stroke, every groan slipping from his lips. He drove me higher and higher, his pace getting faster and faster as he built a glorious peak then sent me flying.

Every muscle in my body clenched, my channel seizing him as he fucked through my orgasm to his own release. With a long low groan, he came hard, clenching me to his body and turning my amazing orgasm into something glorious.

The world went white and I spun around and around, pleasure rushing through me. Tremors rolled aftershock after aftershock through me, capturing me in breathtaking bliss.

Mine. He was mine.

“Maybe one day,” Cyrus murmured against my temple, so softly I could barely hear him. “One day.”