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Wyatt

S he tastes like heaven.

I've dreamt of this, of having her spread out beneath me, trembling and desperate, ever since we met. Of hearing those little gasps and moans that slip past her lips when I find exactly the right spot. Every twitch, every sound, teaches me how to please my mate, and I burn it all into my brain.

I could die happy, right here between her thighs.

Her hands fist in my hair, tugging just enough to send a jolt of pleasure-pain down my spine. I growl against her sensitive flesh, and she bucks against my mouth.

"Wyatt." She pants, her voice breaking on my name. “Yes, that’s it.”

I look up the length of her body, at her flushed skin, her heaving chest and wild eyes, and I feel something primal rise within me. An urge I’ve never felt with anyone else. To claim. To possess.

She’s mine.

The thought hits me with startling clarity. This is what I've been waiting for all these years without even knowing it. Not a pack. Not acceptance. Just her.

Nobody else is ever going to see her like this. Only me. Forever.

I slide two fingers inside her, curling them just so, and her back arches off the bed. Male satisfaction rises inside me as a cry falls from her lips, and she reaches for me, fingers wrapping around my forearm and digging in.

"That's it," I whisper against her inner thigh. "Let me hear you."

She's close. I can taste it in the way she tightens around my fingers, in the frantic rhythm of her hips as she grinds against me, seeking what she wants and needs.

But I want more.

I want all of her. And I want her to be desperate for me.

I pull back, watching her face as pleasure fades to confusion, then frustration. Her wolf flashes in her eyes, displeased at being denied. Good. I want her as wild for this as I am.

“No,” she whines, squirming with need as I pull away, ignoring her whimper of protest.

I move up her body to capture her mouth in a bruising kiss. Let her taste herself on my tongue. She clings to me, arching into me, and throws one leg around my hip to pull my body down.

"Please," she whispers when we break apart, her hands clawing at my shoulders. "Wyatt, I need you…"

"I know what you need." I growl, nipping at her bottom lip before pulling away. My wound pulls slightly as I stand, a reminder of how close I came to never having this moment. The pain only makes the sweetness of being here with her more intense. I won't waste this second chance.

I stand just long enough to strip off my remaining clothes.

Her eyes widen as they take in all of me, and I don't bother hiding my smirk as I admire her lean curves. She’s glorious.

Moonlight spills through the window, highlighting every perfect line of her body. Her dark hair fans across the pillow, her blue eyes sparkle as they travel down my body. The night air is cool against my heated skin, but inside, burning rages that only she can quench.

"Still worried about my injuries?" I ask, prowling back over her.

When she shakes her head, a flush spreads across her cheeks. “Does it make me a terrible person if I say I couldn’t care less right now?”

"Good." I rumble, settling between her legs again. I don’t want her thinking about anything else.

Nuzzling under her chin, I force her head back as I kiss up the length of her throat and around to the sensitive spot behind her ear, loving each gasp and whimper from my mate’s lips.

"Good."

I settle between her legs again, the head of my cock nudging at her entrance. She's so wet, so ready for me, that it takes everything I have not to thrust into her in one hard stroke.

But this first time I need to be sure. Because there’s no going back. If I sink inside her soft body, my wolf won’t let me leave without burying my teeth in her neck.

"This is forever, Naomi," I tell her, my voice rough. "Are you sure?"

“Wyatt, please…” Her glowing eyes meet mine, and she pleads with me to do it, but I can’t yet.

"You're mine," I say, voice rough with need. "Say it."

Her eyes lock with mine, clear and certain. She doesn’t hesitate. "I'm yours. Make me yours."

I push in slowly, inch by agonizing inch, watching her face for any sign of discomfort. There is none, only wonder and heat and a hunger that matches my own.

“Wyatt,” she mumbles, eyes glazing over as I fill her completely, stretching her with each gentle thrust.

We’re perfect for each other, our bodies designed to work together, to fit. She takes me completely, our bodies fitting together as if made for each other.

When I'm fully seated inside her, I pause, letting her adjust. She feels incredible, tight and hot, like heaven wrapped around me.

“Fuck, Naomi.” Grinding my teeth together hard, I resist the urge to bite her right now, wanting to wait.

She shifts under me, testing, moaning, and gasping when her clit brushes against my pelvis. Her nails press into my skin as she holds on to me.

"And I'm yours," I tell her, the truth of it resonating in my bones. "Only yours. I’ve been waiting for you, Naomi. All those lonely years. And it’s been worth it."

My voice breaks on the words, emotion threatening to overwhelm me. This woman has seen every part of me, the strength and the weakness, the control and the wildness, and still wants me. Still chooses me.

Her smile is blinding as she presses her palm to my face, and I turn my cheek to kiss it.

Then she rolls her hips harder this time, and all control shatters.

I withdraw almost completely before driving back in, rougher than I probably should, setting a pace that has her calling out my name. Her nails rake down my back, leaving trails of fire that only fuel my need. It’s frantic and sweaty. We’re wrapped around each other, her legs around my waist, and my arm under her hips, tilting her the right way.

The headboard slams against the wall with each thrust, the bed frame creaking beneath us.

"Harder." She demands, wild and uninhibited, her wolf rising to meet mine. “Fuck me harder.”

The command in her voice stirs something in me, not just lust, but respect. She's fought for her sister, faced down her alpha, and endured the Games. She's as strong as she is beautiful.

I oblige, hitching one of her legs higher to change the angle. The sound she makes is worth every second of pain I endured to get here. It calls to the animal inside me who wants to own each and every piece of her, body and soul.

"You're perfect." I growl, kissing and nipping at her neck, marking her everywhere except the one place that matters most. "So fucking perfect."

Her inner walls flutter around me as her climax approaches. I slide a hand between us to circle her clit with my thumb, determined to send her over the edge before I follow.

A high-pitched whimper tells me she’s ready, her lips hanging open in a perfect O as her eyes glaze over.

"Let go," I command, teeth grazing the spot where her neck meets her shoulder. "Come for me."

She does spectacularly, her back arching as she cries out my name. The sight of her lost in pleasure, the feel of her pulsing around me, pushes me toward the edge.

But not yet.

Not until she's mine completely.

"Do you want my mark?" I ask through gritted teeth, my fangs already down, ready to embed my scent into her skin for eternity, the question torn from somewhere primal inside me.

She nods, no hesitation again. "Yes."

"Say it." I demand, needing to hear the words.

"Mark me," she says, tilting her head to expose her neck as I continue to thrust in and out of her. "Make me yours."

My wolf howls in triumph.

I pick up the pace again, driving into her with renewed purpose. As the pressure builds at the base of my spine, I lower my mouth to the junction of her neck and shoulder.

"Mine." I growl against her skin.

And as my release tears through me, I sink my teeth into the soft flesh of her throat, completing the bond that's been pulling us together since the moment we met.

“Until my last breath, I am yours."

The taste of her blood floods my mouth, sweet and perfect.

Her arms tighten around me, holding me close as waves of pleasure crash over us both. Our heartbeats sync, our breathing matches, and for a moment, it feels like we're one person. The connection forms like a live wire between us. True mates.

My senses sharpen further, attuned specifically to her, her heartbeat, her scent, the subtle changes in her body temperature. My wolf recognizes her on a cellular level now, our bodies chemically altered by the claiming.

“Shit.” She curses as she comes again. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she mumbles as her channel convulses around me, her arousal flooding between her thighs.

She shifts in my arms, and I’m confused for a second until she rolls us, her thighs straddling mine, and then lunges for my neck, pinning my arms to my sides as she bites me hard.

“Naomi,” I shout, eyes rolling into the back of my head, instantly coming again, shooting rope after rope of cum deep inside her as I buck and writhe underneath her.

Her teeth pierce my skin, and the pleasure-pain of it is indescribable. My mate is no demure wolf. She's fierce and powerful, staking her claim as decisively as I took mine.

Pride surges through me, along with a rush of pure love so intense, it steals my breath.

Her desire and pleasure slams into me, the mating bond snapping into place immediately. Through the bond, I feel everything, her joy, her relief, her love, as clearly as if they were my own emotions. It’s staggering and humbling.

When it's over, I pull her to me and roll us to our side, careful not to crush her with my weight.

She immediately curls into me, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my chest as her breathing calms, and the flush fades from her cheeks and her clammy skin.

For a long time, we just lie there, holding each other, coming to terms with the enormity of what we've done. The mating bond between us pulses steadily, new but already unbreakable.

"You're not getting rid of me, ever," I murmur, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

She laughs softly. "Good. That's exactly what I wanted."

"We're family now," I murmur.

I imagine what we might build together. A place where wolves can be accepted for who they are. A proper home, not just territory. As she drifts toward sleep, nestled safe against me, I make a silent promise to whatever gods might be listening.

Anyone who tries to hurt her will pay dearly. And that includes Brad.

His reckoning is coming. But for now, I hold my mate in my arms and let everything else fade away.