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Chapter 41

Rolf

H e couldn’t stop staring at his mate and how she reacted to even the smallest movements his fingers made. She trembled underneath him, and when she cried out, he couldn’t stop marveling at how sexy she was with her fangs out.

“You’re perfect,” he whispered into the curve of her neck.

“You keep saying that,” she gasped.

“Because it’s true.” He added another finger, and she bucked against his hand when he nipped her skin. She clenched as his three fingers stretched her. He knew he was large, so he wanted her ready before he?—

Claim her already! his wolf barked. He had been noticeably quiet until now.

Soon, Rolf snapped. He didn’t want to claim her unaware, though. His wolf may be a controlling, possessive asshole but he was trying his best not to give in. Now shut up and stay alert.

His wolf huffed and went quiet again. Rolf hoped he would stay quiet for the rest of the day. It was still odd, knowing there was a part of him that was a wolf. Would the incessant inner thoughts drive him mad, eventually?

Rolf’s thumb quickened, and Adeline purred, her legs trying to close against the rising tide of pleasure.

“Rolf, please, ” she whined. “I need you.”

He loved it when she begged.

“With pleasure.” He smiled down at her, withdrew his fingers, and situated himself above her.

“Tell me, my darkness,” he said, placing a kiss on her forehead. “Should I release you?”

“If you don’t, I?—”

Rolf grabbed the hilt and pulled the knife out. Adeline’s hands fell free, and she tugged him down into a fervent embrace. Everywhere she touched, every part of him she kissed, ignited a fire deep within him. His cock throbbed and he stroked it a few times. He trembled against the impulse to claim her, rough and hard and wild, like his wolf wanted him to do.

No. He would take his time.

His darkness deserved to be worshipped. If they made it out of here alive, then he would replace the prayers he used to say to the gods with murmurations of her name.

Adeline, Adeline, Adeline.

Pausing between kisses, she panted, “If you don’t fuck me, right now, I am going to bite you.”

He flashed her a devious smile. He wanted her to bite him, like she had in the cabin, wanted her to sink her teeth into his skin, wanted to feel the insane pleasure that had coursed through his veins, wanted to see her cheeks fill with color. Wanted to come together, feel her clench around him as he spilled his seed into her, wanted to see her glistening with his release as he withdrew.

Mine, mine, mine. “Patience, my darkness.”

She huffed and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling up to whisper in his ear, “Fine, but I will make sure it hurts.”

He silenced her with a kiss, her soft mouth meeting his. His tongue parted her pliant lips, and he flicked it against her fangs. A sharp prick on the end of his tongue and some of his blood filled her mouth. She moaned and he finally let go of his cock.

“I told you, back in the cabin, I was going to take my time with you.” He placed kisses where the pink flesh knitted together at the base of her throat. He wanted to kill the vampire who did it. And he would. But first things first and all that. He dragged his teeth up her neck, nipping, wanting so badly to mark her. “And I plan on following through on that.”

She inhaled sharply and settled back into the bed. Her hair fanned out behind her head, the thick black waves framing her face and the scar along the curve of her throat glistening pink and wet where his tongue had traced the line. Her blue eyes, contrasted by her dark lashes, shone with longing, but then he noticed the dark circles under her eyes, the sallowness of her skin.

“Bite me,” he said, positioning himself at her entrance, rubbing his head up and down her slick, wet heat. She moaned, shifting her hips. “You need to feed.”

She cupped his face lovingly. “Only if you fu—Oh, gods .”

He cut off her words with a kiss while he pushed inside her. Her eyes widened, her back arched, and she cried out. He was only a few inches deep, wanting to take his time as he stretched her. She was slick and hot and wet and better than his wildest imaginings.

But when she wrapped her legs around his waist so he could go even deeper, he had to clench his fists to keep from spilling his seed too soon. He withdrew, slowly, pulling a guttural moan from deep within her as he angled himself and thrust deeper, settling himself inside her. She smelled of amber and fresh rain, scents he had missed for decades. His cock throbbed as he remembered what it had been like to make her scream his name all those years ago. He shouldn’t be so surprised, but this time was different.

But it was never like this.

This was new, this was glorious.

He thrust again, loving how she stretched around him.

“Adeline,” he rasped. “You’re so tight, so perfect.”

She clutched his shoulders, sharp nails digging in harder. Each time he drove deeper into her and hit her wall, she moaned into his ear. He shivered, so close to losing control.

“My beast,” she purred.

He withdrew slowly, pulling a groan from her when he sank again into her tight core. The more she moaned, the harder she gripped his shoulders, the longer he wanted to do this to her. It was all he lived for to hear his name on her lips, slowly watch her dissolve as he stretched her, watch her writhe under him as her climax climbed higher and higher.

He slid a hand between them, his thumb finding her bundle of nerves. She jolted, legs shaking, sheath tightening around him, until he, too, trembled with the beginnings of an orgasm.

Then her mouth was on the tender flesh of his chest, and there was no pain as she drank and drank and drank. He grew lightheaded but didn’t stop thrusting, didn’t stop playing with her clit. His mind went blank—a brief moment where both he and his wolf sighed in contentment before the fires of pleasure roared to life. He picked up the pace, she sucked harder. There was only bliss. His entire body was zipping with pleasure each time she pulled deeply from the bite near his heart. Everywhere she touched, he shivered. It was too much. It was world-ending.

It was…

Home.

He tilted his head, once, and ground out her name: “Adeline.”

She continued to feed, but her eyes found his, her pupils blown wide, a trickle of blood trailing from her mouth. Her eyebrows knotted together in confusion. He couldn’t hold on any longer but he needed to ask right now or he would lose all of his courage.

“Can I—” The pleasure was so intense that he lost his train of thought.

Her hands dragged down his stomach, her nails catching on the tangle of his chest hair, down the ridges of his muscles, to the tightness of his belly and the orgasm that threatened. She gripped the bottom of his shaft, and the world swam into focus once more.

He grunted out while he thrust, “Can I…bite you…?”

Finally, she let go. She licked the bite marks, sealing him up.

“Yes,” she said, her eyes the clearest he had ever seen them. “Mark me.”

“I want to do more than mark you,” he said, his voice low, steady. He wanted her to know that what he was asking was serious. That what he wanted from her was a promise of forever.

“You want to mate?”

He nodded and slowed his movements, and she whined as he slid out of her.

One of her hands found his length, slick from her, and she stroked him as she asked, “Can we? As a vampire and were-shifter?”

Her hand twisted and stroked. He would come soon if she didn’t stop.

How would her breasts look covered in my cum?

Like she’s ours, the wolf answered, with a metaphorical wag of his tail.

He really needed to figure out a way to shut that animal up.

Rolf shook his head and shrugged. “My wolf seems to think so.”

He didn’t add that his wolf also thought they were already considered mated. Or that his wolf wanted to cover her in his cum.

“Then bite me,” she said, her voice clear and steady. “I want to mate with you before I have to marry Erik.”

He pushed a rumble of fury back down into his chest. As soon as he could, he would tear that bastard limb from limb. But for now…

“I don’t want to think or speak of him. This,” he said, leaning down to kiss her gently. “This is just us. This moment, this mating mark, is only for us. Do I have to fuck you again to make you forget?”

A mischievous smile tugged at her lips. “Oh dear, Rolf, I would hate for that to happen. It would be such a pity to have you inside me again.”

“Flip over, mate.”

She obeyed, pushing her hips back against him. “Like this?”

“What a good girl,” he growled and positioned himself at her entrance. He ran his hand over her luscious curves and grabbed her waist. He slid his cock against her entrance. “Still wet, still perfect.”

Adeline stretched forward, pressing her chest into the bed, and angled her backside up even higher. With his freehand, he reached around her front, grazing her softer stomach, before his finger parted her flesh and found her clit. She gasped and he slid the tip of his cock into her waiting heat and then withdrew.

“More,” she begged into the mattress. She wiggled and arched her back.

“Not yet, Darkness.” He stroked her clit and slid a little farther inside.

“Rolf,” she groaned.

“Adeline,” he retorted, stretching her more. “Taking my time, remember?”

He marveled at the way his cock slipped in and out of her, glistening with her dew. With each slow thrust, she bucked up against him, pressing back into him as if to hurry him along. But he gripped her hips, forcing her to take him slow and deep, forcing her to feel each and every inch of his thickness, until finally her backside was flush against his stomach. His tip swelled each time he bottomed out inside her, and she groaned.

He was close. He shuddered and gritted his teeth, but it was no use. She felt too good, too tight, too wet, too…

Perfect .

“Fuck, Adeline,” he moaned as he picked up the pace. She bucked against him, matching his rhythm, the curve of her ass smacking against the top of his thighs. “Grab the headboard.”

She did as she was told and braced herself against his thrusting. He bent over her back and brought his lips to the sensitive flesh near the curve of her left breast. His wolf howled as he bit down, drawing blood. She cried his name, squeezing around him. He let go and roared her name, crazed with the need to have his seed fill her.

Everything felt right, finally, for the first time in a century. It was as if the very act of joining together sealed their fate. She was crying and gasping and moaning, and he was trembling with pleasure, and she was begging him for more as they came down together and collapsed on the bed.

His flesh throbbed where she had bit him, and his chest bloomed as the mating thread snapped into place. It reverberated down to his toes and filled his head with a harmonious sound, until he realized it was his wolf howling and yipping with glee. He smiled, wondering if she felt it, too. Then he looked down at the skin underneath her breast. A few puncture marks glistened with fresh blood. He adjusted on top of her so he could wipe them away with his thumb, but her hand wrapped around his, stopping him.

“Leave it,” she whispered. Her pupils were blown wide, searching his face. “I want to remember all of this.”