Page 14 of Stolen By the Wraiths (Rift Wraiths #1)

"Oh god, Ressh," she gasped, her hips bucking against my mouth. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."

I had no intention of stopping. I devoured her like a man starved, using my lips and tongue and teeth to drive her higher while she writhed beneath me. When I sucked hard on her most sensitive spot, she cried out and her hands grabbed my hair with enough force to make me growl against her flesh.

"You taste like heaven," I said against her slick heat. "I could spend hours worshipping you with my mouth."

"Later," she gasped. "Right now I need—oh fuck—I need to come."

The pheromonal feedback was intense. Her pleasure fed my arousal, which spiked my output, which drove her higher in an endless cycle of biochemical communication. Our systems were beginning to align, our biology recognizing compatibility and preparing for permanent connection.

When I found the rhythm that had her trembling on the edge of climax, I maintained it with relentless precision until she shattered beneath my mouth with a cry that was half scream, half prayer.

The orgasm triggered the first stage of biochemical bonding—her pheromonal output spiking dramatically, creating waves of chemical communication that washed over me like physical force.

"Inside me," she gasped when she could speak again, her hands pulling at my shoulders with strength. "I need you inside me. Complete the bond. Make me yours."

I positioned myself at her entrance, the head of my arousal slick with need and throbbing with urgent demand to claim her. When I met those eyes, they were dark with want and absolute trust that made my chest constrict.

"This changes everything," I said, raw edge of need roughening my voice as I fought every instinct that demanded immediate possession.

"Once I'm inside you, once we complete the bond, you'll be mine forever.

No other male will ever touch you. No other scent will satisfy you. You'll crave me like oxygen."

"Promise?" she whispered, her hips rising to brush against me in deliberate provocation.

"I promise," I growled, then pushed forward in one smooth stroke that buried me to the hilt inside her tight heat. The sensation of entering her was unlike anything I'd experienced. It was organic recognition at the cellular level, not just physical pleasure.

My body understood what was happening. Permanent bonding. Life-altering connection. The transformation of two individuals into something new and unbreakable. Every nerve ending was hypersensitive, every sensation amplified by the biochemical processes beginning in both our systems.

When I was fully seated inside her, we both went still, overwhelmed by the intensity of the connection. Her emotions flooded me as if they were my own: a sense of wonder and a love so profound it made my chest tight.

The pheromonal exchange was constant now, invisible chemistry creating feedback loops that made rational thought impossible.

"Move," she commanded, her nails raking down my back hard enough to leave marks. "Claim me properly. Make me scream your name."

I began with slow, deep strokes that had her gasping beneath me, but her demands and the primal imperative quickly overwhelmed any pretense of gentleness. My rhythm became brutal and possessive, each thrust driving into her with claiming force that made the narrow bunk shake.

"Harder," she gasped, her hips rising to meet me with abandon. "I want to feel this for days. I want to be sore and satisfied and completely ruined."

A possessive growl tore from my throat. I drove into her, the impact a primal rhythm against the bulkhead. This was declaration.

"You feel incredible," I growled against her skin. "So tight, so perfect. Made for me."

"Yes," she cried out as I hit a particularly sensitive spot. "Made for you. Only you. Always you."

The air around us was thick with our combined chemistry, creating a private atmosphere of possession and claiming that spoke to brain centers older than conscious thought.

My markings were flaring with brilliant patterns, painting shifting light across her skin as the organic processes reached critical intensity.

"Say it," I snarled as territorial imperative overwhelmed rational thought, my hips snapping forward with possessive power that made her arch beneath me. "Tell me who you belong to."

"Yours," she gasped, her voice breaking with pleasure. "I'm yours, Ressh. Forever yours. Only yours."

"That's right," I growled, one hand fisting in my hair to hold her still while I drove into her with possessive intensity. I pinned her wrists above her head, my body a heavy, possessive weight. "Every inch of you belongs to me."

"Yes," she agreed breathlessly. "Only you. Always you."

The words triggered something primal in my biology.

My movements became even more demanding, more possessive, driven by instincts that demanded thorough and unmistakable claiming.

Her approaching climax was tangible: the way her inner muscles fluttered around me, the spike of her pheromonal output, the sounds escaping her throat.

"Come for me," I commanded, angling my thrusts to hit the spot that made her cry out. "Shatter on my cock like a good mate."

Her release was a tidal wave, a cry torn from her throat that seemed to shake the very walls as her body convulsed beneath me, her inner muscles clamping down on me like a vise.

But I didn't let her recover. "Again," I snarled, chasing her release while pushing her toward another peak. "Show me how completely you're mine."

She shattered again, a second, deeper wave of pleasure crashing over her, her back arching off the bunk as she screamed my name with raw, broken pleasure. Her body convulsed beneath mine, her inner muscles contracting around me in rhythmic pulses that drove me past the point of control.

"That's it," I snarled, driving into her with abandon now. "Come for me. Come on my cock while I claim you."

The biochemical feedback was overwhelming.

Her pleasure triggered mine, which spiked my pheromonal output, which drove her even higher in endless feedback loop of mutual ecstasy.

When my own release hit, it was explosive and all-consuming, my vision going white as I poured myself into her with claiming force.

"Mine," I roared as the bond locked into place permanently. "Forever mine."

She met my gaze, fierce and unafraid. "Yours, Ressh. And you're mine. I choose you—always."

The climax was more than physical pleasure.

It was souls fusing at a molecular level, a permanent alignment of our organic systems, a transformation that left us fundamentally changed.

For a timeless instant, the boundaries between us dissolved; we were a single soul experiencing the cataclysm of shared pleasure.

Light exploded behind my eyes as our nervous systems recognized each other and began forming permanent pathways.

Her emotions flooded through me—satisfaction, completion, and love so overwhelming it stole my breath.

Her pleasure was mine, her fulfillment was mine, her absolute certainty that she belonged to me was a brand on my soul.

When awareness returned, I was still buried deep inside her, both of us slick with sweat and trembling from the intensity of what we'd shared. Our bodies were reluctant to separate—my cock still hard despite my release, her inner muscles still fluttering around me with aftershocks of pleasure.

"Holy fuck," she breathed, her voice wrecked and satisfied. "That was..."

"Life-changing," I finished, pressing my forehead against hers while fighting the urge to move inside her again. "World-ending. Perfect."

"I can feel you," she whispered, eyes wide with wonder. "Not just physically—emotionally. Your satisfaction, your possessiveness, the truth of my place as yours."

"Because you are," I said fiercely, still not pulling out of her welcoming heat. I gathered her close, the scent of our joining a heady mix in the small room. "There's no going back from this. You're mine. That's the only truth that matters now."

She smiled, the expression radiant with happiness that I felt as if it were my own. "Is it always this intense for bonded pairs?"

"I don't know," I admitted, gathering her closer while my body finally softened enough to slip from hers. "I've never been bonded before. But if this is what I've been missing my entire life..."

"No regrets?" she asked, though her tone suggested she already knew the answer.

"None," I said firmly, brushing a kiss to her temple, breathing in the new, shared scent of us. "You're mine now, permanently and irrevocably. Nothing in the galaxy can change that."