Total pages in book: 247
Estimated words: 242728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1214(@200wpm)___ 971(@250wpm)___ 809(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 242728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1214(@200wpm)___ 971(@250wpm)___ 809(@300wpm)
Tears shot to my eyes. “I can’t be his, Darro. I can’t.”
His eyebrows slashed into a furious line. “You’ll never be his.”
“Prove to me that I’m yours.”
His teeth ground together. “Not here.”
“Yes, here. Now. Be with me. Then maybe everything will stop trying to keep us apart.”
“But I need to get you somewhere safe.”
I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him. “I’m safe in your arms.”
He tried one last time to cling to decency. “Runa—”
“Don’t stop,” I whispered into his mouth, searching for his tongue.
The moment I licked him, he snapped.
His arms whipped around me.
Our kiss turned heathenish.
His leg hooked around mine, tripping me backward, lowering me to the ground with effortless power. The moment the grass cradled my back, he fell on me with a savage grunt. His hands were everywhere. Fisting my breast, kneading my hip, hitching up my deerskin until it bunched around my waist.
With his knee, he spread my legs apart roughly. His hips sank between them, his wolf pelt soft on my exposed skin.
Resting on one elbow, he kissed me hard, all while his hand fumbled at his coverings. A tangled growl escaped him as he fought to get free, his arousal pressing temptingly stiff against my throbbing centre.
I scratched at his shoulders as he yanked at his furs, loosening them, pushing them aside.
We moaned together at the blistering sensation of his bare thighs between mine.
My back arched as his lips trailed fire down my throat. Something cool and sharp landed on my belly, feeding the faintest lifeforce of an omega wolf who’d stalked death and fallen gratefully into its mercy.
Darro paused, breathing hard.
Pulling his mouth from mine, he looked down.
I followed his stare and shivered.
My deerskin was pushed up to my belly, leaving every feminine part of me on display. His furs were open at his hips, revealing the desperation of his desire, the glistening tip, the ropy veins, and the twitching hardness.
With tender fingers, Darro plucked the wolf fang that’d fallen from his furs off my stomach. He held the wicked sharp tooth, his gaze locked on where our bodies were so, so close to joining.
All it would take was a shift of his hips, an angle of mine, and we could finally, finally be one.
Fisting the fang, his sterling gaze met mine. “Do you trust me?”
Nerves scattered down my spine. “I trust you.”
Planting a fierce kiss on my lips, he shot to his knees and worked his way down my body. His mouth locked over my nipple still encased in my wrap, his teeth closing with primal claiming.
I bowed in his hold.
But he didn’t stop.
Releasing me, he slid down and down, not pausing until his mouth hovered where his hardness had been: directly above my core, his breath hot and gusty on every sensitive, wet part of me.
“They bound you with blood,” he murmured, his gaze bleeding to black as he drank me in. “But we’re already pledged in that way.”
I quaked as his fingers skated over my upper thigh, drifting over the dried blood from my sunshine mark. The mark came alive. Burning and blazing, scratching with so many things I couldn’t remember.
With a hitched inhale, Darro leaned forward, pressing a worshipping kiss on the sunburst. His hair tangled over his forehead. His sheer imposing presence overwhelmed me as a cloak of night bled from his back and his mouth hovered exquisitely close to where I was desperate for him.
My heart turned wild as his face twisted with violence. “They can carve their ash into you.” His pressed the wolf fang to my mark. “They can promise you to another and bind you as kin.” He pressed down, making me cry out. “But what they can’t do is erase the tether we already share.” He cut me with the tooth.
He looked up, his eyes blacker than I’d ever seen. No smoke. No silver. Just dangerous, lethal midnight. Slowly, sensually, he followed the lines of the flickering sunburst, making me bleed.
I struggled to catch a breath as my blood glistened ruby-black in the moonlight.
Raising his chin, he caught my gaze. “We bleed together; we belong together.”
I opened my heart entirely to him. I held nothing back.
My spirit tangled with his as the bridge between us flared bright and true.
“We belong together,” I whispered through the heartlink.
He jerked on his knees. He cut me one last time. And then, with a heady, greedy groan, he lowered his head and pressed his mouth to my freshly bleeding mark.
He drank.
A bolt of heat and blazing light rocked through me.
My hands landed on his head, my fingers tangling in his hair. Mouthful after mouthful, he pulled lifeforce from my veins and into his belly. Into his heart. His spirit. His ever after.
My body came alive.
My skin began to glow.
The night sky was no longer sullen-silver but falsely lit with sunshine.