Page 93 of Wild Games

She's close, I can feel it. I shift angles slightly, grinding against her clit with each thrust.

Her breath comes in short pants, body tensing. "Jax—I'm?—"

"Now." I growl, lowering my mouth to her neck, dragging my teeth along her sensitive skin.

As she comes apart beneath me, I bite down. My teeth break skin at the junction of her neck and shoulder, marking her as mine. The taste of her blood on my tongue, the feel of her pulsing around me, and the bond snapping into place, is overwhelming.

Through our new connection, I now feel everything she does. The pleasure, the rightness, the complete certainty that this is where we belong. And it’s created a feedback loop that has mefollowing her over the edge, spilling inside her with a growl that's pure satisfaction.

But she's not done.

She rolls us so she's on top and still connected, then looks down at me, her eyes now turned gold with her wolf, so I bare my neck in offering.

"Mine." She growls, then leans down to mark me in return, her sharp teeth slicing through my skin to embed her scent and claim me as her own.

The second bite is even more intense. Then the bond flares to life fully, two halves becoming whole. I can feel her in my mind, my soul. She’s everywhere. Her love washes over me now, unconditional and fierce.

How did I ever think I could live without this?

We move together again, rocking slower this time, but no less intense. Every touch is magnified and I feel her pleasure as my own, doubling and redoubling, until we're both shaking with it.

When we come again, it's together and perfectly synchronized through our connection.

She finally collapses on my chest, both of us breathing hard. I can feel her satisfaction humming through the bond, mixed with a bone-deep contentment that matches my own.

"Holy shit," she murmurs against my skin.

"Yeah." I stroke her hair, marvelling at how different everything feels now. My wolf is completely calm and settled in a way I've never experienced. "Is this what it always feels like?"

She lifts her head to look at me. "I don't know. I've never mated anyone else before." Through the bond, I feel her amusement. "But if it's always like this, I understand why mated pairs rarely leave their rooms the first week."

"Week?" I flip us again, pinning her beneath me. "I was thinking more like a month."

Her laugh turns into a moan as I start kissing down her body again. "We have to eat sometime."

"I'll feed you." I promise, settling between her thighs again. "After."

The bond pulses between us, new and perfect and ours.

Everything else can wait.

42

CAMILLE

Iwake slowly, every muscle deliciously sore in the best way. The basement is dim and quiet, with only the faint sounds of activity filtering down from above. Beside me, Jax is already awake, propped on one elbow, watching me with an expression so tender, it makes my chest tight.

"Creeper," I mumble, but I'm smiling.

"Can't help it." He traces a finger along my jaw. "I can feel you through the bond now. Your dreams were... interesting."

Heat floods my face as I remember fragments—definitely not appropriate for public discussion. Through our new connection, I feel his amusement mixed with renewed desire.

"How long have you been watching me?"

"Not long." He leans down to kiss me softly. "The dining hall sounds packed. I think half the visiting wolves are still here, probably nursing hangovers from celebrating last night."

I groan at the thought of facing a crowded room. Everyone will know what we've done—the marks are impossible to hide, and mated pairs have a certain... glow about them. Plus, given how loud I was last night…