Page 29 of Midnight Bond (Wolves of Midnight #5)

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The look he was giving me. It was equal parts hunger, relief, and something I never thought I’d see on his face.

Adoration.

I could see it in his eyes, but I could feel it as well, pulsing through our bond so strongly that I knew something had shifted between us—something that made my knees weak and mouth dry with nervous anticipation.

Knowing that Jagger was officially an alpha now made me even more hot for him.

I’d never been around a male werewolf in rut before and had certainly never sucked on a knot.

But, despite how intimidated I’d been by his size, the need to reassure him had eclipsed everything else.

I wasn’t afraid of him, and I wouldn’t run.

Pleasuring him with my mouth had definitely gotten my message across loud and clear, but I knew he needed more than that. Much more.

Good thing I did, too.

I stood before him expectantly, waiting for him to take what I was freely offering. Hoping he wouldn’t pull away this time. Praying he would believe, would trust that I wanted this with him.

God, I wanted it so badly. Wanted him. Fate hadn’t made a mistake in destining us for each other.

We were opposites in nearly every way, and yet we also wanted the same things.

A mate. A family. Acceptance. Love. He was broody and quiet, and I was emotional and loud.

But we worked. We fit. And I couldn’t wait to find out how our bodies fit together.

He must have seen something in my eyes, a signal that I was ready for whatever he needed me to do, because he answered without a moment’s hesitation, “I need your complete submission.”

I wasn’t the least bit surprised by his response, but he needed to remember who I was, even when his wolf and instincts were riding him hard. “I’m willing to wholly submit to you, Jagger, but don’t forget that I’m not an omega.”

He searched my face for a lengthy beat, then said, “I don’t need an omega’s submission.

I need the submission of the free-spirited female I’ve come to know and care for.

The female I can’t stop thinking about and who I’m absolutely feral for.

The female who’s somehow managed to break down all my walls and burrow inside my heart.

I need her submission and hers alone. I need my mate’s submission. ”

Well, that did it. His words weren’t exactly a declaration of love, but I turned to mush anyway, blinking back tears as I whispered, “That is seriously the hottest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

Jagger didn’t respond, but I didn’t miss the slight darkening of his cheeks. Oh man, he was definitely a big softy underneath that tough exterior. How could he ever think I’d be afraid of him?

Realizing he was too embarrassed to speak, I took matters into my own hands and reached down to grasp the hem of my dress.

As I slowly—very slowly—shimmied it upward, his eyes turned a molten yellow.

When the dress was over my head, I dropped it on the dusty floor and stepped out of my heels.

Only my bra was left, and he hungrily watched me unhook the back and toss it to the floor.

He took me in for an achingly long moment, staring at my curves as if seeing them for the very first time.

I let him look his fill, feeling sexier than I ever had before when his gaze grew hungrier with each passing second.

The air practically smoldered from the heat building between us, and I felt my hot skin prickle with anticipation.

Something electric was about to happen. Something explosive and maybe just a little bit dangerous.

An instinct pulled at me, a primal one that called not only to me but to my wolf as well. Before I knew what I was doing, I’d dropped to all fours on the ground—with my backside facing him.

He released a sharp hiss, clearly aroused by the submissive move. But when I peeked over my shoulder at him, his eyes were squeezed shut, his hands tightly fisted at his sides.

“I’m not afraid, Jagger,” I gently said, knowing that he needed one final push. “You can let the beast out. I want this.”

It was enough.

His eyes snapped back open and captured mine. I took in the feral light in them and shivered. It was still him, still Jagger, but this was a different version of him. A wild version. A version that immediately made my stomach cartwheel and heart race.

Oh God, he was going to eat me alive.

Right as I had the thought, he exploded into motion.

In a flash, his shirt and pants were gone, and he was on all fours behind me.

Instinctively knowing what was about to happen, I turned my head back around and braced myself, just in the nick of time.

With one swift move, he mounted me from behind.

Circling a hand around my throat, he entered me balls deep with a savage thrust.

My walls immediately stretched to accommodate his thick length, and I cried out, certain he’d just ripped my vagina in half.

Jagger’s hold on my throat tightened, cutting off the sound.

Not giving me time to adjust, he pulled out of me only to thrust inside again, so brutally that I lost the ability to breathe.

Over and over, he pounded into me, his ragged breaths hot on my neck as he hunched over me like an animal. Like a powerful alpha male in rut.

It was the most primal thing I’d ever experienced and a shock to my system. But it was a good shock, an exciting shock. He was out of control, and I felt myself falling over the edge with him, surrendering to the carnal moment and all it had to offer.

We were simply two creatures merged into one. Instinct drove our actions, and we obeyed its incessant call. Our bodies moved of their own accord, finding a rhythm that was as natural as nature itself.

We were effortless, our destination inevitable.

It felt perfect. It felt right.

I fell and fell, wholly submitting to the rapturous moment. Jagger continued to doggedly thrust into me with a wildness that bordered on obsession, but when I tipped my head to the side ever so slightly—a clear and unmistakable invitation—he completely lost it.

With a guttural howl, he slammed his cock into me, so deeply that he hit a nerve I didn’t know existed.

A sudden vibration shot through me, so wild and intense that I had no choice but to orgasm.

I threw my head back and screamed as pleasure erupted inside me, blasting to every corner of my body.

My battered walls mercilessly squeezed Jagger’s cock, and he loosed a bellowing roar, violently jerking as his own release jetted inside me.

Mid-orgasm, he pressed his mouth to the spot between my neck and shoulder. One swift move and his canines were embedded deep in my flesh. Biting me. Claiming me.

Nothing about the claim was gentle. It was rough and possessive, no doubt leaving a mark that wouldn’t easily fade. Which meant that his scent would be buried deep, so deep that no other males would dare come near me.

I was his mate now. His mate that he chose.

Unable to contain my excitement, another orgasm ripped through me, and I howled at the rafters above. My spasming pussy milked another orgasm from Jagger, and he groaned into my neck, his teeth still embedded in my flesh as he fell over the edge again.

I expected him to be worn out after that, but I couldn’t have been more wrong. When he’d said he was insatiable, he hadn’t been exaggerating.

Still coming down from my blissful high, I felt his cock engorge. Within seconds, my walls were stretching to their breaking point, his knot completely filling me up. The smooth length became ribbed, and when they rubbed against my slick walls, the delicious friction wrung a moan from me.

In a flash, his hand on my throat shot down to flick my clit.

I gasped, spasming all over his knot. He was going to make me come again in no time if his fingers kept flicking me like that, especially with his ribbed knot pressing on my sensitive walls.

I had a lot of stamina in the bedroom—or, in this case, the barn—and it was thrilling to discover that he did too.

He showed no signs of slowing, his dick harder than ever.

I didn’t think it could get any harder—or bigger—the length filling me up so completely that it could no longer move.

As he continued to rapidly flick my clit, his canines still deep inside me, it finally dawned on me what was happening. He wasn’t just mating and claiming me. He was breeding me. With his knot firmly holding me in place, I couldn’t stop it, even if I wanted to.

Good thing I didn’t want to.

Only a few short hours ago, I’d all but given up on my dreams. And now, I was experiencing them.

All of the disappointment, humiliation, and agony of being rejected was melting away.

In its place was a peace that words couldn’t adequately describe.

I felt like myself again, whole and content.

Not only that, I felt complete in a way I’d never felt before, like my soul had finally connected with its other half.

And it had.

Jagger had finally accepted me and our soulmate bond. We were mates now. And, soon, we would have a family of our own.

Suddenly overwhelmed by all that I’d gained in such a short period of time, tears spilled down my cheeks.

Another orgasm lashed through my body, and Jagger’s quickly followed.

I cried out from the pleasure of it, blissfully drowning in happiness.

I’d thought my dream had died. That I’d died.

Yet here I was, fully alive and one with my soulmate.

The pain I’d endured to reach this moment didn’t matter anymore. I’d survived so that I could live, and oh how beautiful life was going to be now that Jagger was by my side.