Page 28 of Nick (The Moonstone Pack #4)
“DESPITE EVERYTHING,” NICK REPEATED when Sarah didn’t answer, “I love you.”
Sarah’s dark eyes widened as she absorbed his confession. She blinked slowly, as if awakening from a long slumber.
Then she surged toward him, the sheets slipping down to reveal her bare shoulders.
Her lips moved over his, their kiss deepening.
Nick grasped her shoulders, his hands sliding across her soft skin.
“Wait.” Sarah pulled away, glancing down at his hands.
“Look,” she said softly. Her hand traced the line where raw wounds had been mere hours before, now nothing but smooth skin.
“The healing… It’s complete. Our shifter abilities—I never realized how amazing…
” Her voice trailed off as she turned her gaze to meet his.
He reached out to brush a lock of wavy hair behind her ear. His fingertips tingled at the contact.
“I love you too,” Sarah finally said, her voice steadier now, her eyes holding his.
They were two halves of a whole, resilient and determined, shaped by the same wild forces. And in this moment, there was no more running, no more hiding.
Just Nick and Sarah, and the undeniable truth that they belonged together.
As if pulled by an unseen force, Sarah leaned forward again, the space between them charged with the raw energy of their bond. Her lips found Nick’s in a kiss that was both a salve for old wounds and a promise of new beginnings.
It was gentle at first, a whisper of silk against his skin, then growing fervent, as if each brush of their mouths was stoking the fires of a long-smoldering passion.
Nick’s senses reeled, overwhelmed by the taste of her, a blend of wildflowers and ozone in the air after a storm. The sensation of her fingers threading through his hair sent a jolt straight to his cock.
This wasn’t just a kiss—it was an affirmation of a love denied but never erased.
Nick deepened the kiss, his hands roaming over the curve of her back, tracing the muscles that shifted beneath her skin with a shifter’s grace.
Sarah responded with equal ardor, her nails grazing his shoulders, drawing him impossibly closer.
The world outside their embrace ceased to exist; there was only the beating of their hearts, synchronized and thunderous.
The urgency between them exploded. With a growl that rumbled from deep within his chest, Nick rolled, positioning himself above Sarah.
His gaze held hers. Every inch of his body was attuned to her, the heat of her skin searing against his, the rapid rise and fall of her chest igniting something primal within him.
She arched up to meet him, and he slid into her, worshipping her with his touch, exploring the terrain of her flesh with reverence.
Sarah’s gasps and moans guided him. The rhythm of their bodies became a frenetic dance.
With each thrust, he claimed her—with each arch of her back to meet him, she surrendered.
Their pleasure built in cascades, waves crashing against the shore of their bodies, eroding the last barriers between them.
Nick’s muscles flexed with each powerful thrust, his cock driving into Sarah with an urgency that spoke to their shared hunger.
Her breathy moans filled the room, matching the rhythm of their bodies moving together. The scent of her arousal mingled with the earthy spice of their sweat, a heady aroma that held Nick in the moment, bound him to the woman beneath him whose very essence called out to his wolf.
Sarah’s pussy clenched around him, each clasp drawing out the sensations, magnifying them until Nick felt as though he was riding the edge of a razor-thin line between control and wild abandon.
With each heated connection of flesh, the remnants of their past pains seemed to dissolve, carried away on the tide of passion that refused to be quenched.
Nick poured every ounce of his longing into each movement, every stroke a gift to the mate his heart recognized, even when his mind had railed against it.
As they moved together, he felt the ache of release mounting, a gathering storm deep in his balls, pulsing at the base of his spine. It flickered through him, setting every nerve ending alight with an intensity that bordered on pain, the kind of agony that promised an explosive release.
Sarah gasped, her inner muscles tightening around him with a fierce urgency, stoking the flames higher. He could feel her own climax drawing near, her body winding tighter like a coil ready to spring.
He focused on the moment, on the incredible feeling of her wrapped around him, her body speaking to him in the silent language of lovers—a conversation of touch and motion that spoke volumes of forgiveness and love.
The bond between them, so long denied, now pulsed with renewed life. In the privacy of their embrace, the scars of the past seemed to melt away, leaving only the here and now.
As they spiraled toward climax, their inner wolves surged to the surface, instincts intertwining with human emotion.
Her inner muscles fluttered around him, a series of spasms that heralded the storm of pleasure about to break. The rhythmic clenching sent ripples through his own body, a primal signal reverberating through their intertwined souls.
She cried out, and her body convulsed around him, her tightness a vise that threatened to undo him completely. The intensity of her release ignited an answering flame within him, a blaze that had been gathering fuel since the moment they came together.
An electric charge surged through his veins as his release tore through him with the force of a supernova, explosive and bright. His roar was a feral sound that marked the claiming of his mate, the sealing of their bond.
In the moment of shattering release, Nick felt the protective walls around his heart crumble.
They collapsed together, a tangle of limbs and satisfied sighs.
In the afterglow, Nick held Sarah close, the steady beat of her heart a testament to the unbreakable bond they shared.
They were two halves of a whole, their spirits woven together by fate and choice—a love reborn under the watchful eye of the moon.
Nick’s muscles were still thrumming from the intensity of their union when he shifted his position slightly to wrap an arm more securely around Sarah. The warmth of her body against his felt like a balm, soothing the raw edges of his soul that had been frayed by years of pain and mistrust.
“Sarah,” Nick murmured. “I’ve been thinking about Javier—about us.”
She lifted her head, her brown eyes meeting his. “What is it?”
“Vincent’s gone. The threat is over,” he said, brushing a lock of hair from her forehead. “It’s time we start thinking about the future. About our son’s future.”
Sarah’s lips curved into a soft smile as she nodded, resting her cheek against his chest. “I want nothing more than for us to raise Javier together. He needs both of us, Nick. And I think we need him just as much.”
“Agreed,” Nick said, his heart swelling at the thought of their little boy. “He’ll grow up knowing he’s loved by both his parents. And we’ll teach him what it means to be part of the pack.”
“Part of a family,” Sarah said, her voice steady with conviction.
“Exactly.” Nick kissed the top of her head.