Page 30 of Midnight Bond (Wolves of Midnight #5)

He continued to breed me long into the night, the combination of my heat and his rut making us both hornier than jackrabbits.

Our bodies were slick with sweat, our breathing ragged from the constant exertion.

I wanted the beautiful moment to go on forever, but the weeks of restless sleep and malnourishment finally caught up to me.

I collapsed beneath him. Literally collapsed to the ground while in the throes of yet another orgasm.

I whimpered out my release, too exhausted for anything more.

Jagger lifted himself off me as he came hard, his knot swelling once more to rub against my raw walls.

I whimpered again as pain mixed with my pleasure, my poor vagina a battered and bruised mess.

If I was still human, it would probably take me days to recover from this experience. Even as a werewolf, it was going to take some time before I could properly stand, let alone walk again.

Expecting Jagger to keep going despite my exhaustion, I was surprised when he gently rolled us onto our sides and pulled me back against him, both his arms cradling me in a warm cocoon.

Only our heavy breathing could be heard as we laid side by side on the hard ground, still merged together by his swollen knot.

Neither of us spoke while we waited for it to soften, but I didn’t mind the silence.

It was comfortable. Peaceful, even. For once, there were no unspoken words between us.

Nothing that needed to be said. We were in sync for the first time ever, mind, body, and soul.

It felt so incredible that my eyes welled with tears once more.

Several minutes passed before I heard a noise, one that sounded a lot like . . .

“Are you purring?” I broke the silence to ask.

The vibrating sound coming from deep in his throat faded as he replied, “Yes.”

Wow. Mr. Emotionally Unavailable was purring. Purring. Which could only mean one thing.

He was content.

As if in confirmation, Jagger buried his face in the crook of my neck where he’d claimed me to breathe in our combined scent.

He started to purr again, and I melted against him with a contented sigh.

Just like that, the feral beast was gone.

In its place was a gentle doting male, yet another side of Jagger I’d never seen before.

A few more minutes passed before he quietly said, “Are you okay?”

His worry trickled through our bond, and I quickly replied, “Yes. More than okay.”

“I didn’t hurt you in any way?” he persisted, sounding so adorably concerned that a tired smile tugged at my lips.

Shifting in his arms so I could see his face, I said with utmost confidence, “No, Jagger, you didn’t hurt me.”

He stared at me for a long moment, then shut his eyes and breathed out, “Thank God.”

As his worry started to fade, along with his knot, I shifted my hips and he slid out of me.

After having him inside me for hours, I should feel relieved, but I immediately missed the intimate connection.

Wanting to be closer, I rolled over and pressed my front to his, tangling our legs together for good measure.

The new position sent fresh excitement through me, and Jagger instantly picked up on it.

Reaching down to cup my backside, he pressed our pelvises together and groaned, “I can’t get enough of you.”

“Good,” I said, softly moaning when he began to rock against me. Not hard and desperate like before, but slow and gentle, no doubt for my sake.

It was so achingly sweet that I slid my hand to his jaw and kissed him, pleased when he eagerly kissed me back.

The kiss became heated in no time, our teeth and tongues hungrily clashing together.

Jagger rolled on top of me, preparing to enter me once more.

Laying on my back like this, I could last longer.

Even though my vagina was still recovering, it was more than ready to be filled and stretched by his delicious knot again.

His tip had just started to push into my entrance when a loud growl interrupted the moment. He paused, blinking down at me in surprise. More specifically, my stomach.

“You’re hungry.”

“Yes. For you,” I replied, thrusting my hips up to make him go deeper. He grabbed my hips to stop me, and I whimpered in disappointment. “Jagger, please.”

A violent shudder rocked him, his grip on my hips growing almost painful. But instead of thrusting inside me like I wanted him to, he pulled out and abruptly stood to his feet. “You need sustenance,” he said, his voice gruff as he slowly backed away. “I need to take care of my mate.”

Mate. He’d called me his mate. And this time, it was actually true.

We’d completed the bond. I could feel how strong our connection had become in just a few short hours of love-making.

The invisible string tying us together had felt threadbare this morning, but it was thrumming with energy now. With power.

Giddy all over again, fresh excitement filled me. Jagger groaned, and I noticed that his attention was fixed between my spread thighs. My pussy fluttered with a mini orgasm, turned on by his gaze alone. A feral gleam entered his eyes, the blue-gray color flaring yellow once more.

Belatedly realizing that he was wrestling with his primal nature again, I forced my legs shut with a sigh. “Fine, do what you have to do, but hurry up. I’m starved for your dick at the moment, not food.”

His cheeks darkened, and I could barely stand the adorableness. Even after hours of mindless rutting and explosive orgasms, he was still easily embarrassed.

Unable to stop myself, I asked, “What are the chances that you got me pregnant just now?”

Jackpot.

I heard his heart loudly thump, then begin to race, so fast that I thought he would pass out. He swallowed. Swallowed again. But when he opened his mouth to speak, nothing came out.

“I want at least ten kids, maybe more,” I went on, forcing my face to remain neutral when what I really wanted to do was grin like a fiend.

I couldn’t properly see his skin color in the darkness, but I imagined it was slowly turning green.

“I’d want them to be besties with Nora and Vi’s children, of course, so we’d need to have them soon to ensure they’re around the same age.

It’s a good thing female werewolves are so fertile and their pregnancies only last four months.

This time next year, we could already have three babies. ”

He stared at me so long and hard, his poor heart trilling out of control, that I couldn’t stop a snort from escaping. Once it was out, I lost it and peals of laughter left me, echoing through the barn.

“Your face,” I gasped out, clutching at my aching stomach. “You make it so easy.”

His deer-in-headlights look morphed into a scowl, making me laugh harder.

I pushed to my feet and teetered over to him, trying my best not to show how sore I was.

He’d railed me good, so good that my body was still recovering from the savagery of it.

I’d experienced my fair share of wild sex over the years, but nothing compared to what Jagger had just done to me.

He’d owned me. Every inch of me had been his to do with as he pleased. He’d consumed and possessed me. He’d claimed and bred me with a ferocity that should have terrified me.

And yet, I’d loved every second of it. Being ravaged by him had awakened my own feral side, the side I’d been trying so hard to ignore.

It didn’t feel so distant anymore, so foreign.

I felt closer to it, more in tune with it.

And, for the first time ever, I hadn’t felt the need to control that part of me. I’d been one with it, understood it.

Looking at Jagger now, I realized how similar we actually were.

He’d suppressed that part of himself too, afraid he wouldn’t be able to control it.

But maybe it wasn’t about learning to control it.

Maybe it was about accepting it. I wasn’t afraid of him or his untamable wolf, and he shouldn’t be either.

I’d accepted him just as he was, and now that he’d accepted me, it felt like we’d been created for each other.

We fit perfectly together, mind, body, and soul.

Deliriously happy that we were finally, finally on the same page, I slid my arms around his neck and stood on tiptoe to kiss his cheek. “You’re so adorable.”

He grunted in annoyance but placed his hands on my hips to draw me closer. “You talk too much.”

I grinned a mile wide. “You love it.”

He pulled back to look at me, taking in my happy expression for a long moment before saying, “Yes. But that’s not the only thing I love.”

My heart stopped, then started up again with a jolt, skipping and fluttering until I grew faint with nervous anticipation. Struggling to swallow, I breathlessly whispered, “What else do you love?”

Without taking his eyes off me, he lifted a hand to touch my cheek. “Your face.”

My insides immediately melted into a warm gooey puddle. The feral side of Jagger was intoxicating but so was this unexpected soft side. Wanting to hear more, I urged, “What else?”

His mouth tipped into a faint smile. “Your big heart.”

A tear escaped my control, but he caught it with his thumb, gently wiping it away. Wrestling with a sudden influx of emotions, I managed to get out, “What else?”

He paused, searching my face as if to find something. I steadily held his gaze, encouraging him to continue, desperate to hear him say the words.

Say it. Just say it, I inwardly pleaded, filled with so much anticipation that I couldn’t breathe.

He pulled me a little closer, his blue-gray eyes shining with clear certainty as he said, “I love—” He suddenly frowned, his hand on my hip shifting to my waist. “Brielle, what is this?”

Caught off guard by the abrupt question, I blinked at him in confusion.

“Brielle,” he said more urgently, pulling back to focus on the left side of my waist.