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Summer

W yn surges up and rolls me beneath him as if I’m made of feathers and sunlight instead of flesh and bones. Every muscle in his body radiates strength, the kind that could crush me in an instant—but his grip is careful, almost gentle.

And I can’t wait to feel him inside me.

A growl rumbling in his chest, he crawls over me and licks my neck, his teeth sinking into the long muscle there, causing just the right amount of pain but not breaking the skin.

I hiss in a breath, and his head rises. “Okay?” he asks.

“I’m fantastic. Hurry. Please don’t waste any more time talking.”

“Patience, love. I’ve waited an age for this. I plan to enjoy every moment.”

“Me too. It’s been days of torture, wanting you, needing you. I can’t stand a moment more.”

His gaze snaps to mine. “ Days ? Summer, I’ve been dreaming of kissing this neck… these delicious berries… for years .” He bows his head and sucks gently through the material of my top. Chills ripple over my skin. “So don’t speak to me about torture.”

He pushes my T-shirt up and palms my breasts, thumbs stroking my hard nipples. His hands are warm, fingers callused and reverent as they mold to the weight of me.

Kneeling, he lifts my hips and slides my shorts down my legs. When they catch on my foot, I fumble to kick them off.

“Allow me,” he says, hooking a finger in the waistband and flicking them into the air.

“I’ll allow a lot more than that if you’ll only just hurry.”

A feral grin shines white in the darkness. “Of course. I’ll get to work.”

Then, without further delay, he whips my legs apart and sinks between my thighs. “You’re so beautiful. Every inch. I can’t believe how perfect you are.”

As he presses wet kisses on my inner thighs, I tug his thick hair. “No, Wyn…. Wait. I want us to… We should… Oh, my god .”

His lips graze my folds, his hot, ragged breath a delicious tease, and then his tongue traces my seam, thumbs parting me to the cool night air as he licks and nibbles.

“What are you doing? That feels amazing.”

“Still want me to stop?” he murmurs against me.

I smack the top of his head. “Absolutely not. Stay there, wolf-boy. I like the way you feast.”

“You taste so fucking good. Sweet, earthy, wild, and like…” He groans, low and rough. “Like mine. Fuck, I may never stop.”

Writhing against his tongue, I sigh and moan, the most delicious feeling building in my belly, in my core.

As my legs shake, he grips my hips and lifts me against his mouth, his tongue plunging inside me, his teeth scraping and nipping.

My whole body trembles as I wind my fingers deeper into his silky hair, so close to breaking apart.

I make a ridiculous sound as his teeth clamp around my clit, and he sucks hard and plunges his fingers inside me, masterfully guiding me through an incredible climax as I spasm around him, drawing him deeper.

“Good girl. More. Give me more,” he commands, watching me intently, his big body shuddering as if my release were his own. “I want everything you have to give me. All of it.”

When the waves of bliss subside, and I catch my breath, I tug his face to mine. “Wynter Fionbharr, where have you been all my life?”

“Watching you from every shadow, waiting for you to see me, to remember me as the one who would give my life to keep you safe. Someone who would destroy anyone or anything for a chance to call you mine.”

I tug at Wyn’s shirt and then his belt. “Off, I want all of you. This thing’s just a glamour, right?” I ask.

“Easy now.” He chuckles and sits back on his heels. “So impatient. I’m not going anywhere tonight. Not without you.” He waves a hand, and the glamour melts away—shirt, pants, everything but hard muscle and smooth, firelit skin—gone in an instant.

Desire trembles through me as his magic moves over my stomach, chest, throat in a rolling wave of heat—its essence deeply comforting, like the calm I feel after a day spent with my hands working in rich, beautiful soil. Grounded. Alive. Thrilling.

A sigh parts my lips as his palms cradle my face. “No matter what happens, Summer, we’ll always have tonight. Promise me you’ll remember every moment. Swear it now. ”

Wyn’s desperation cracks me open, and I need his strength—the solid weight of him—to hold me together. I’m not sure what he’s afraid of, but whatever it is, I won’t give it the power to ruin this. To destroy what we might become.

“I’ll remember every moment with you, Wyn. Always. Whatever happened to me before, I trust you. Whatever chaos is waiting for us tomorrow or the next day, I choose you. I choose this.”

He smiles then crashes into me like a landslide, one hand in my hair, the other on the bare skin of my waist and inching higher as his lips meet mine, coaxing them open. Tongue exploring, he moans into my mouth, our ragged breaths loud and in sync.

“Are you mine, sweet thing?” he asks between kisses, his cock hard against my inner thigh.

“Yes,” I breathe. “Always and forever.”

Gripping my jaw, he stares deep into my eyes, my very soul. “And no one else’s? Promise.”

“Yes, Wyn, only yours… Please,” I say, gripping his hips and dragging him closer, dying to feel him inside me.

His hands slide slowly down my body, worshiping every inch of me, his lips following in their wake, then back up to latch onto my nipple, sucking and biting until I cry out. “Stop teasing me and do it.”

“Anything you want, little sun,” he says as his fingers slide under my hips, lifting me, lining me up with his weeping tip. “I’m here to make you scream, to give you everything you ever dreamed of.”

Little sun ? Great. First the mind-melting sex talk, now a devastatingly sweet nickname. This man needs a warning label .

He swears under his breath, his fingers skating over my most sensitive skin, each glide and press drawing full body shudders from me like he’s a god commanding an earthquake.

I grip his length, so hard yet silky smooth, my thumb stroking as I squeeze another satisfying curse from his lips and a groan from his chest.

“So fucking wet,” he murmurs. “You smell so good. I want to roll in your scent and coat every part of me.”

A smile tugs at my lips as I picture him rubbing his thick, black fur in my desire like a randy wolf. “Start thrusting and you’ll be getting closer to that goal.”

He growls, one hand steadying himself at my entrance, the other cuffing my neck as he enters me inch by delicious inch, stretching me in the best possible way. Raising my hips, I bite my bottom lip, moaning.

“Please, Wyn, more. Hurry.”

His snarl of approval rumbles over my lips, and he draws back slowly, then thrusts forward, burying himself deep and thick to the hilt.

Gasping, I rake the rippling muscles of his back with my nails, urging him on. Needing more. And more. And more.

“Seven hells,” he says, driving into me over and over before claiming my mouth again, his grip on my body tight enough to leave bruises. Tomorrow, I’ll treasure each dark bloom on my skin.

Settling into a perfect rhythm, relentless and punishing, he whispers words against my lips, slurred and broken by groans of pleasure.

Wyn’s pace slows, his incantation shifting into a low rasp. “By the Powers of Five, you are mine, Summer Brady. True name, Grian. Bound in flesh, heart, and soul. I will never forsake you. I will never love another.”

As my eyes close and my breaths turn into short, labored pants interspersed with whimpers and moans, his pace picks up again. “Look at me while I fuck you.”

I obey without question.

Magical energy builds around us, leaves and raw gemstones glittering in the moonlight as they swirl faster and faster, in sync with the wildness coiling through my body.

Pleasure spikes as he raises his chest, the change in angle driving deeper, grinding against nerves that make my toes curl into the moss beneath my feet.

“It’s always been you, Summer. From the first moment I saw you…

I knew you were mine… That I would forever be yours… Even if I could never fully claim you.”

“Wyn,” I moan, the fire inside me burning hotter as I claw at his arms, urging him closer.

He falls over me, mouth everywhere—my breasts, my lips, my throat—devouring each with feverish urgency. His weight presses me into the bed, his grip unyielding, perfect, as his tongue moves in rhythm with his hips.

“You’re the only thing that matters… you in my arms… I’d give up everything to keep you here where you belong, little sun. Everything.”

All my muscles tense, heat and madness coil inside me like a spring… then it breaks, and I come apart with a helpless cry. As I pulse around him, Wyn’s pace quickens, growing faster, harder, more erratic.

Then his movements slow, grow tighter and more deliberate, like he’s holding back. A strange heat churns low in my belly, mirrored by the wild energy flowing between us. I feel it where our bodies meet, a subtle, pulsing swell of magic… and then...

Something shifts. His length thickens inside me, pulses, then swells. I feel stretched. Overwhelmingly full. But also… incredible, if I’m being honest.

My breath hitches as the sensation deepens, anchoring me to him.

He growls, teeth clenched, body trembling with restraint. Whatever’s happening it’s more than a climax for him. It’s instinctual. Changing him. Preparing to…

Oh . Wow.

“Wyn?”

“ Summer .” He growls my name like a warning, a devotion. “Fuuuck,” he breathes as he follows me over the fevered edge into oblivion.

All his muscles lock tight, and he freezes. “Don’t move.”

I wriggle my hips. “I can’t anyway. What’s happening?”

“My knot. It’s temporary. Just breathe through it… please, Summer.”

“Your what ?”

“It’s a wolf’s knot. It happens when the bond… when the need goes too deep.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“For me, it’s fucking great, but I can’t pull out yet. Can’t risk hurting you. Never want to hurt you.”

“It doesn’t hurt at all. Just feels like I’m yours. In fact, I could probably fall asleep like this.”

He gives a tortured laugh. “That’s not advisable.”