Page 196 of Ensnared by the Pack: The Complete Series (Destined Realms #3)
AUDREY
With a groan, he crawled onto the bed and pinned me beneath his powerful body. The kiss grew hot and consuming, making me gasp for breath and ache with a soul-deep need for him. Every cell in my body yearned for him to be buried within me and locking our souls together as they were meant to be.
“Cyrus—” I moaned even as I dug my fingers into his hair and drew him closer.
He traced his hands down my neck, leaving a trail of tingling warmth as they skimmed over my bare shoulders, across the front of my dress, and teased my nipples with the barest of touches. My back arched, my body begging for more as pleasure shivered down my spine, pooling like molten lava between my thighs.
His kiss was still strong, edged with desperation, but somehow, he’d held onto enough control to torture me with his touch.
Slowly, so damned slowly, he worked one nipple into an aching, tight bud and then began on the other. My breath turned to ragged gasps, caught between our lips, and I burned for more.
His fingers slid lower, inching down my body with a sensual promise, and I’d never wanted to be naked more in my life. The damned dress was in the way of me savoring the slide of his flesh against mine, and was certainly going to get in the way when he finally reached my aching core.
At the thought, slick heat billowed between my thighs. I moaned, rubbing them together, but it only made the ache inside me worse.
If I’d somehow been blind to everything between us and my soul’s voice, I would have known in this instant that I needed him. My body burned for him, for his power and control and protection. He was mine and I was never letting him go.
“Please,” I moaned against his lips, writhing beneath his touch, trying to get him to move his hand between my thighs. “I need you, Cyrus.”
“Patience,” he growled, a wave of alpha power swirling around me, urging me to obey even as his body trembled with the effort to hold himself back. “I refuse to take you like an animal, like I did in the shower room.”
The reminder of the shower room shuddered through me, hot and sensual, making me gasp. That had been hot, wild, possessive sex, and I ached for that. But I could also tell Cyrus needed to show me how much he cared and he wasn’t going to do that with a quick fuck — no matter how good it had felt.
I groaned in frustration and he chuckled.
“Grab the rungs on the headboard and don’t let go.” More alpha power crashed over me, this one a sharp snap that had me raising my hands before I fully realized what I was doing. “You touch me. I stop.”
His hand froze on my thigh, too far away from where I wanted it. Just being told I couldn’t, made me want to tangle my fingers in his hair again, slide my palms over his back, and tear at the shirt covering his gorgeous, powerful body.
“Do you understand?” he growled, his eyes so dark I wasn’t sure if he was in control of his body or his wolf… except if his wolf was in control, he’d already be buried deep inside me.
“Do you think you can hold out if you stop?” I asked, my voice breathy with need.
He glared at me and I tightened my grip on the headboard. Pushing him was a terrible idea. He needed to be in control and right now he was teetering on the edge of disaster. “I understand.”
“Good girl,” he said, his words shivering pleasure through me. “I’m so proud you accepted me as your mate.”
He sat back on his heels, unclipped the dress’s catch at the back of my neck, and peeled down the fabric. I squirmed under his gaze as it slid down to my breasts and the hunger in his eyes grew.
“You’re so strong in such a beautiful, kind way.” With a groan, he dipped forward and flicked his tongue over one nipple then the other, while he reached beneath me and tore through the tie at my back.
My breath hitched and my body thrummed with need.
Touch me. Please, just touch me.
But instead, he inched my dress over my hips and down my legs before tossing it to the floor. Now he knelt at my feet, his breath ragged, his body tense with the effort to hold himself back.
“Come here,” I said.
I started to release one of the rungs to urge him closer but saw something flash in his eyes and tightened my grip instead.
“Good girl. So perfect.” His gaze dropped to the crux between my thighs, his moss green eyes dark with passion. “Mine.”
He pressed his hands against my knees, urging me to open for him, before sliding his palms up the inside of my thighs and burying his nose in my curls. He drew in a deep breath and hummed his pleasure as I ached to reach down and touch him.
Please.
He raked his tongue through my folds, just a brush that swept up my sensitive flesh and flicked against my clit, the sensation jolting the breath from my body.
Oh, yes.
My head fell back and I moaned, liquid fire roaring through my core.
He licked again and again, with harder, longer strokes, making me gasp and moan. I clung to the headboard, my breath heaving with my building need, determined not to let go.
No way in hell was I going to stop this.
My hips started to buck, my core fluttering with the promise of a breathtaking orgasm.
Cyrus growled against me, the rumble vibrating through my flesh and adding fuel to the fire within me.
Oh, yes. More. I needed more but he was keeping me on the edge, teetering on the precipice, his self control mind blowing.
“Cyrus,” I begged.
He pushed two fingers inside me and pumped them in and out and sucked on my clit.
Stars flashed behind my lids and my body jerked as glorious bliss exploded inside me, but even as it started to fade, my desire rose again. I needed to seal our bond. He might have started it and I might not have said the vow, but without a doubt a mating bond had formed between us.
Our gazes met and heat rolled between us. With a snarl, he dove up my body, catching himself before he crushed me, and smashed our lips together.
Any control Cyrus might have had was gone. The kiss was hard, ferocious like our kiss in the shower room. I didn’t care that his face was covered in my release or that I could taste myself on his lips and tongue. All that mattered was being impaled on the hard-as-steel cock pressing against my thigh just shy of my entrance.
“Fuck me.” I grabbed his hair and yanked his head back enough that I could look him in the eyes. “Now.”
My wildness surged and my alpha power crashed into his in an intense dance of need and longing.
“Mine,” he snarled as his canines extended.
“Then claim me, alpha,” I barked back.
He thrust into me with a powerful stroke, our pelvises slamming together, his massive cock bottoming out inside me. Then he jerked back and did it again.
He pounded into me, hard and fast and wild, and I had no idea if I was mating with Cyrus or his wolf. But it didn’t matter. Cyrus and his wolf were one, two halves of the same soul. All shifters had a primal, ferocious core, and this was Cyrus’s true self. I knew he could be soft and tender and in control — he’d already demonstrated that — but I also knew a beast lived deep within him. Just like one lived within me.
I snarled and raked my fingers across his back, drawing blood, and he responded by fucking me harder.
Just like in the shower room he was branding himself on me, body and soul, and I loved it. I met him stroke for stroke, my wildness and power roaring and my desire burning through my veins.
“Fuck, Audrey?—”
He raised his head and our eyes met. Love and ferocious devotion shone in those moss green orbs and my wolf howled inside me.
“Blessed be the moon and her children, and blessed be this sacred vow,” I moaned. “I answer the call and join my soul with you, my fated mate.”
A powerful bell gonged inside me, resounding through my soul and flooding me with certainty. I screamed my release, all of my muscles contracting and brilliant light blazing across my vision. Bliss roared through my body, every nerve firing at once, and my wildness, my wolf , howled with victory.
With a guttural roar, Cyrus found his own release, his hot seed spilling deep inside me, and he jerked his head to my shoulder, the one without Bishop and Knox’s mating marks, and sank his teeth into my flesh.
Another orgasm tore through me as our bond locked into place and I sank into ecstasy.
Cyrus was my fate, just like Bishop and Knox were and my soul was now complete.