Page 75 of The Reaper's Vow

I drag my nails down his spine andbite.

Hard.

He freezes—just for a second. A low, stunned sound rips from his throat, half growl, half moan, and then he’s moving again, like I flipped some hidden switch. His hips roll, grinding into me, and I feel him still thick and pulsing inside, not softening at all.

My body is wrecked and trembling, but the hunger hasn’t faded. It’s worse now—sharpened by the taste of him, the burn of his teeth still fresh in my skin, the way his cum still leaks slowly out of me.

“You’re not done. I can feel it.”

His head lifts, hair falling into his face as he looks down at me like a man possessed. His lips are red, and his chin is stillsmeared with the mess he made of me earlier. That mouth curls into a wicked grin.

He pulls out slowly, watching the way I whimper and arch without shame. Then he slides back in with one brutal thrust.

The sharp, overstimulated edge makes me cry out again—but I don’t beg him to stop.

Ican’t.

“I just filled you,” he growls, fucking me slow and deep now, each stroke filthy and reverent. “You feel that? That ache? That’s mine. That’s your body remembering who the fuck it belongs to.”

“Damien,” I gasp again, delirious from it. My nails claw down his back. “I want all of it. I want everything.”

“Oh, kitten,” he laughs, panting into my neck. “You’ll get everything. Every drop. Every inch. I’ll fuck you so full of me that your body forgets it ever belonged to anyone else. I’ll fuck you until you forget your own damn name.”

His pace picks up, wet slaps and ragged breathing filling the room. The sheets twist beneath us. The headboard slams into the wall again.

But all I can feel ishim.

His cock pounding into me with savage intensity. My body building toward a third orgasm, stretched thin and aching for it.

“When I take you under the full moon, I will make you take every drop until you're swollen with it. Until every wolf in the territory knows you're mine.”

And gods help me...Iwant that.

Pleasure crashes through me, blinding and all-consuming. I feel his body tense, every muscle drawn tight as he spills inside me again—hot, endless, claiming me down to my soul.

His mouth is still at my neck, teeth sinking deep as he bites hard—toohard—and something shifts.

What the fuck?

I hear the words clearly, though Damien's mouth is still latched onto my neck, his teeth breaking skin as he marks me permanently.

“What?” I gasp, the dual sensation of his climax and the voice in my head making me dizzy.

Damien pulls back, eyes wide with shock as he stares down at me. His lips haven't moved, but I can still hear him—feel him—inside my mind.

Can you hear me?

I nod my answer.

Can you hear me?

He shakes his head, still buried deep inside me, our bodies joined in every possible way. “The mating bond,” he breathes. “It’s complete.”

I reach up to touch the place where his teeth broke my skin. The wound burns hot, pulsing in rhythm with my heartbeat. When my fingers come away, they are streaked with blood and a silvery substance that shimmers in the light. “But you said we couldn’t complete it until the full moon.”

“Moon’s blessing…” Damien’s voice comes out rough, almost reverent. The faint glow along my fingers reflects in his eyes, silver and sharp. “It shouldn’t be possible. This kind of seal, without the full moon, without the ritual, it’s something out of the old stories.”

I blink up at him, my pulse still wild. “What stories?”