Page 45 of Wishes in the Moonlight (Rocky Mountain Wolves #4)

~Amanda~

But none of that happened.

Instead, he stared back at me blankly, blinking once, then twice, his thick eyelashes pressing together as if in slow motion.

Finally, he cleared his throat. “Sorry, can you say that again? I think I blacked out.”

Joy bubbled into my laughter, needing somewhere to go. “I said that I accept you. We’ve wasted so much time, and I don’t want to miss out on a second more. I can’t wish away the past, but I can change the future, starting right now.”

“You accept me.” He repeated the words slowly, as if he couldn’t quite believe it. “As your mate.”

“Yes.” I gave him an impatient nudge. “I think the normal response at a time like this would be to kiss me.”

“Say it again,” he whispered.

I rolled my eyes, but my grin grew even wider as I obliged. “I accept you.”

“Thank the goddess.”

At last, his head lowered towards mine and our mouths met.

Cinder howled in delight as the sparks took hold, travelling through my body until every extremity tingled with both anticipation and fulfillment.

My fingers dug into his bare chest, my hips instinctively seeking out his body, and the rest of the world ceased to exist.

It didn’t take long for the kiss to turn hungry, Troy’s hands moving from my face down my body, tracing its contours over the soft silk of my pajamas.

I went even further, sliding my hand down his chest to press against his growing length.

His breath hitched but the kiss didn’t stop; if anything, his tongue only plunged in deeper.

Sex with him had been good the night before. Better than good, to be honest. Amazing . But now that we’d accepted the bond, each touch felt almost… sacred. Like we were sealing the agreement with our bodies, leading up to the marking that would make it official.

His fingers gripped the fabric of my pajamas, tugging it upwards, and we broke the kiss for a moment just to get rid of the unnecessary barrier between us. As soon as it disappeared, tossed over Troy’s shoulder onto the floor, we came together again, skin to skin, heat flaring between us.

Troy rolled us over, his big hands cradling me as he shifted me onto my back.

Once my head hit the pillow, his lips left mine again long enough for him to scramble out of his underwear, and when he knelt on the bed before me, gloriously naked, muscles tight and cock erect, I almost whimpered in need.

He might have given me an orgasm on the desk earlier that day, but hours had passed since then. I needed more .

My eyes dropped to the spot on his chest where the bullet had gone in, now completely healed. If I hadn’t seen it myself, there would be nothing to give away how close we had been to never getting to this point.

“Goddess, look at you,” he growled, and my eyes snapped back up to his face to find him staring down at me with the same intensity with which I’d been devouring him. “No man or wolf has ever been as lucky as I am.”

“I don’t know about that. I’m feeling pretty damn lucky myself.” My voice was so thick with need, it had dropped several notes. “Now, get down here and get inside me.”

He didn’t need to be asked twice.

Brown eyes glinting with desire, he settled between my legs.

Fisting his shaft, he brought his head to my entrance, a growl of approval rumbling in his chest when he felt just how wet I already was.

Honestly, I’d been aching for him since he walked out of the bathroom in nothing but his underwear. How could I not?

Almost torturously slowly, he pushed into me, letting me feel each and every inch until he couldn’t go any further.

“You feel so fucking perfect,” he rasped. “It feels…”

I finished the sentence for him. “Right.”

“Yeah.”

His eyes met mine, full of all the longing of the last seven years and the promise of decades more to come as he began to move.

With my previous partners, I always preferred to be on top. Maybe it had to do with my Alpha blood, the instinct to command rather than submit, or maybe I just liked having the ability to walk away if I decided to. It gave me more control. Didn’t require as much vulnerability.

But as Troy rocked inside me, thrusting deeply but gently, his fingers rubbing against my clit, I didn’t mind letting him set the pace. I didn’t feel out of control. I felt worshipped and treasured, and most of all, I felt safe.

Safe enough to let go.

With his steady rhythm, my orgasm built slowly.

My hands gripped his strong shoulders and ran through his hair, but he did all the real work, leaving me to focus entirely on the sensations brought on by his actions.

My need coiled tighter and tighter, until, almost without warning, one extra little flick of his finger sent me over the edge, not in a rush, but in a slow, gentle wave.

“Good?” he grunted above me, as if he really needed to ask.

“So good,” I assured him through panted breaths. “But you don’t have to hold back. Claim me, Troy. Make me yours completely.”

His eyes turned nearly black above me, his wolf pressing close to the surface, as he shifted positions, hauling my ankles up over his shoulders. I barely had time to gasp in surprise before he bent down over me, pressing my legs against me, folding me in half as he began to really fuck me.

I bit down the scream that threatened to come out, not wanting to attract the attention of the guard outside the door, and clawed at the bedsheets, mindlessly reaching for something to hold onto as pleasure flooded my body.

His strength was brutal, his need raw and hungry, and each time his cock drove into me, I wanted him even more.

I was completely at his mercy, and I didn’t mind at all.

Every movement felt like a vow. Every breath, a memory rewritten. Not erasing the past but building something on top of it that would be even stronger because of the foundation underneath.

While the first orgasm had been a slow build, the second one hit me like a steam train, rising to a sharp, sudden peak and dropping just as fast. If he even noticed it, I couldn’t tell. His pace didn’t let up, sweat forming across his brow as he claimed me over, and over, and over again.

When my body surrendered a third time, a long, drawn-out orgasm that clenched hard around his thick cock, Troy’s movements finally stuttered, his thrusts turning erratic until, breathing out my name like a prayer, he came.

Now! Cinder urged in my head. Claim him now!

Troy released my legs, letting them fall open around him as he collapsed onto me. I kissed him hard, our chests heaving from the exertion, before trailing my lips down to the marking spot on his neck. It smelled so good, his sea salt scent making my mouth water.

Troy stilled, something shifting in his energy. Assuming it must be anticipation, his wolf probably urging him on just as mine was, I licked his throat, dragging my tongue along the spot in preparation for my mark.

Instantly, he pulled out of my arms and scrambled back from me. “N-no. You can’t.”

“What?” The words were so nonsensical to me, I thought he had to be joking. “Stop messing around. My wolf is going to have a breakdown.”

“I’m not.” He swallowed hard, face contracting in pain. “We can’t mark each other, Amanda. I just can’t do it.”