A Mate's Revenge(15)

Her animal stood firm, giving Besh a shot of strength. They needed Jax’s scent gone. Besh had to move forward or she’d get stuck in the past. The wicked, wicked past that followed her incessantly throughout life. No matter how fast or hard she ran, it was never far behind.

“I need you to bend. Just a little.” His voice was tight.

She leaned forward bracing herself on the counter, trying desperately not to hate this position. Cael’s hand slipped from her throat, smoothing a path down her back until she felt his strong grip on her hip. She throbbed between her legs, both fearful and hungry for him. Her wolf whined, needy and aching from the heat.

“Feel me?” He stroked his erection sensuously between her folds, drawing another moan. “Not dangerous. Now, look in the mirror.”

She lifted her gaze to their reflection as he slowly pressed in. She felt him shake and tremble, and when she met his eyes, they were pain-filled, brows drawn low. Her choices had hurt him deeply. Even this one, right now. She wished she could stop. Stop hurting the ones she loved.

He quit moving when he was buried fully inside her. Besh took a deep breath, relaxing to accept his size. Her wolf wanted her to move, to satisfy the heat, but Besh couldn’t bring herself to do it.

He gripped her shoulder, his muscles flexing with the movement, and pulled her back to standing. At this angle, his length inside her felt substantial, and deep. He wrapped one arm solidly around her waist while the other one returned to her throat. Tilting her head to the side, he buried his face against her neck. His hair fell forward, hiding his eyes.

And then he moved. The slowest, most exorable retreat, followed by an equally measured thrust. It made her weak in the knees and numb with pleasure from her head to her toes. Exquisite.

It was better than she remembered, feeling him inside her. But familiar in so many ways. With what her mother had forced her into, she’d taken many men into her body. When she met Cael, he hadn’t wanted anything from her. Just her love. And once she’d given him that, they’d proclaimed their feelings for each other using their bodies. That was when Besh realized there was a difference between being fucked and being loved.

Cael was the only man who’d ever loved her.

And even now, with all the hurt between them, with their feelings scrapped and scarred, with the future in an infinite tangle of woe… he could still love her.

“Your scent is already changing,” he whispered, his lips brushing against her skin.

“Yes.” Her breathless reply had him increasing his speed.

Cael’s palm flattened on her belly, pressing in while he moved. The sensation was magic, ripping a groan from her throat.

More. She wanted more. She wanted him to brand her as his, give her his young, and screw the consequences. She wanted to close the book on Jax and intended matings and her mother and Ozarka and never open it again.

The pressure on her belly combined with his urgent thrusting almost tossed her over the edge for the second time.

“Are you ready for my bite, Isa?”

“Please,” she moaned. “Please.”

“You’ll be mine.” He thrust hard, his voice taking on a crazed edge that should have scared her. But all she could feel was relief. “No one will ever take you from me again.” His fingers dug into the skin of her neck, but not enough to hurt. Even as a dominant alpha, he wouldn’t harm her. The thought left her reeling.

His hand slid down to cup her heat as he continued his steady thrusting. His lips swept back and forth along the curve of her neck where he’d bite. He licked. Sucked. Stroked between her legs.

And then bit.

Besh gasped at the slice of pain. But it got even worse. His jaw released her and viciously bit again, this time latching on for good. She went limp, unable to fight him at all, and not wanting to in the least. His hand and cock kept a rhythm between her legs and when she came this time, it was a new and different experience.

Ink blotting out everything she knew. Every feeling, every sin, every joy.

New words being written in her skin. New feelings, new memories, new mistakes to be made.

With Cael, the author of her story. Her future.

He growled, snarling against her neck as he came. His release burned inside her, yet cooled the heat. Soothed her inside. Soothed her soul. Soothed her wolf. A balm for the years of aching loss.

Cael slowed, easing his grip on her neck and eventually releasing her from his bite. She watched with glazed eyes in the mirror as he stared at the mark in wonder. Gently, he licked it, kissed it, as if it was a newfound treasure.

For her, it was. But what would he think now? What about vengeance?

He breathed deep. “There is only me now,” he said with satisfaction.