Page 10 of Shifting Hearts

TEN

The Breaking Point

Ranger

H er body grinds against mine, hot, wet, desperate, and every ounce of control I’ve fought for shatters.

I snarl, flipping us in one savage motion, pinning her to the forest floor. Leaves scatter, dirt clings to her bare skin, and still she arches up into me, eyes wild, lips parted.

“Paris…” My voice cracks, torn between warning and surrender.

“Stop fighting me,” she gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders. “Stop fighting this .”

The bond roars, and I lose.

I crash my mouth to hers, devouring her like I’ve starved for centuries. She tastes like heat and salt and everything single fucking thing I swore I couldn’t have. Her moan vibrates against my tongue, her thighs falling open beneath me, welcoming me in.

I rip my jeans open, no patience left, my cock springing free, thick, and aching. The moment the head drags against her slick folds, I nearly break.

“Mine,” I growl, the word guttural, animal.

“Yours,” she pants, her back arching, her breasts pressing against my chest. “I’ve always been yours.”

That’s all it takes.

I slam into her in one hard thrust, burying myself to the hilt. She cries out, her nails raking my back, and I snarl against her throat, rutting into her with a force I can’t temper.

The forest disappears. The world narrows to her tight little pussy gripping me, to the bond wrapping tight around my heart, cock, and soul. Every thrust is a promise, every moan from her lips a brand on my skin.

“Fuck! Paris….” My voice is wrecked as I pound into her, the sound of our bodies slapping together mixing with the ragged gasps of our breath. “You feel… so damn good…”

She whimpers my name, clenching tight around me, her body already trembling.

I grab her thigh, throwing her leg over my hip to drive deeper, harder.

I want to be deeper inside her, so deep she can never rid herself of the feeling of me.

I want to fill her with my cum until her overflows and my offspring takes root in her womb.

My panther howls.

Claim her.

Mark her.

Make her yours.

I bare my teeth, my panther surging, claws sinking into the dirt by her head. My lips drag across her neck, over the soft spot where fate branded her mine. Where my mark will rest for the rest of her life and mine.

“Do it,” she begs, her voice breaking. “Please, Ranger. Mark me. Make me yours.”

My control snaps and I sink my fangs into her throat, her blood sweet and wild on my tongue. She screams my name, her whole body convulsing as her climax rips through her, her pussy clenching around me like a vice.

The bond slams into place with violent force, light exploding behind my eyes, her heartbeat syncing with mine, her soul pouring into me.

I roar against her skin, thrusting harder, deeper, rutting into her as my release crashes over me. Hot seed floods her, pulse after pulse, my cock jerking inside her as I mark her again and again with every snap of my hips.

She clings to me, her nails gouging my back, her moans breaking into sobs as the bond fuses us together, no space left, no doubt, and no escape. Ever.

When it’s done, I collapse against her, both of us trembling, our breaths ragged, and our hearts pounding as one.

I lick the blood from her throat, sealing the mark, my voice hoarse as I whisper against her skin.

“Mine.”

Her hand fists in my hair, tugging me closer, her voice wrecked but certain.

“Yours.”

Forever.