Page 35 of Midnight Bond (Wolves of Midnight #5)
At the heavy regret in my voice, her dimple disappeared. “I was only teasing, Jagger. You couldn’t have known this would happen.”
“But I should have been more vigilant. They set a trap for you. They implanted a tracker. I should have been more prepared.”
“Stop that,” she said with a sternness that surprised me.
“I love how protective you are, but I’m the one who returned to my parents’ place without telling anybody.
I knew the risks but went anyway. I just .
. . I truly didn’t think the hunters would try to capture me again, not after you killed one of them.
It’s not like I’m special or anything. I mean, as far as supernaturals go, I’m practically a dud. ”
She said the last part lightly, but I scowled anyway.
“You’re not a dud. You managed to do something that no one has ever done before.
You broke down my walls and tamed Onyx. You fixed me.
Strength isn’t always physical. Yours is soul deep, and I can feel it through our bond, right here.
” I grabbed one of her hands and pressed it to my heart.
“I’ve never felt strong on the inside before, but I do now. Now that I have you.”
She blinked at me, her mouth forming a small O. After a moment, she said in an awed whisper, “Why, Jagger Montgomery, I had no idea you were such a romantic.”
Heat rushed to my face, but I managed to whisper back, “Only for you.”
She grinned at me. Grinned. Even amidst the danger and uncertainty we faced, her inner strength shone through. Drawn to it like a bee to honey, I leaned forward to kiss her. Our lips brushed once. Only once. And I was suddenly starving.
Before I could check myself, I wrapped my free hand around her delicate throat in a possessive hold and deepened the kiss.
She melted, melted against me, opening her mouth to allow me entrance.
My tongue plunged inside to ravenously taste her, and just like that, I was drowning.
Drowning in her. Desperate for more. Always desperate for more.
She whimpered into my mouth and returned my kisses, so eager for me that my body roared awake once more.
Within seconds, we were tangled around each other, her legs straddling my waist and our hands feverishly roving over every inch of skin we could find.
Her white gown landed in a heap on the floor, and I palmed her breasts before pinching one of her nipples.
She arched against me with a gasp, and the action pressed her core to my swollen cock.
My mind emptied, and I groaned, reaching down to cup her backside and grind her against me.
Even as I did, even as pleasure splintered my vision, I managed to pant, “We can’t. I have to . . . be ready.”
“You are,” she panted back, rubbing her pussy against my manhood. “Very ready.”
I groaned again, overcome with lust for her. “They could be watching.”
“Let them. I don’t freaking care right now.”
Oh God. If she didn’t care, then why the hell should I?
“They’ll think we’re animals.”
She laughed. Laughed at my comment. Throwing her head back to release a throaty chuckle that nearly made me come. “We are animals,” she shouted at the ceiling. “Do you hear that, you bastards? We’re animals having sex, so come watch the show like the perverts you are!”
When she brought her face down again, she found me staring at her in awe. “That mouth,” I huskily said, stretching my thumb up to skate it over her bottom lip. “That sinfully delicious mouth.”
I kissed her again without restraint, done trying to stop this.
Her energy was fueling mine, making my waning strength return.
If we had a hidden audience, so be it. They’d only see two passionate creatures unwilling to let anyone dictate their actions.
They might have imprisoned us, but our bodies were still free to make love.
So that’s what we did.
Finding her slick entrance, I thrust inside her.
As she sank on top of me with a sigh, I closed my eyes and groaned out my relief, instantly feeling better.
Being surrounded by her tight warmth felt like coming home.
I was transported to a safe place far from this prison, a place where only she and I existed.
Her hips kept time with my thrusts, and within seconds, we were both racing toward the finish line, our mutual pleasure flooding the soulmate bond.
She came first, her walls squeezing me relentlessly as she screamed out her release. I pushed her down on top of me until we were fully one, until not even a millimeter separated us. Only then did I let my own orgasm barrel through me, loudly bellowing out my release inside her.
My knot quickly swelled and locked us together, something I couldn’t control while she was still in heat. I reached down and found her clit, rubbing it until another orgasm trembled through her. Her spasming walls milked another release from me, and I jetted more sperm inside her.
After the fifth orgasm, she slumped against me and sighed, “I love you.”
I gathered her close, feeling satiated in a way I’d never felt before. There was so much I still wanted to do to her, do with her. So much life I wanted us both to live. But if this was to be my end, at least I got to spend it with her. My soulmate. Fully and completely without any regrets.
“I love you, too,” I told her, meaning the words to the deepest depths of my soul.
About an hour later, the peaceful moment was destroyed by a high-pitched whine. It blasted my eardrums, sending Onyx into a panicked frenzy.
The door burst open, and the room erupted into chaos.