26: The Ties That Bind

SIERRA

I was filled with an intense longing, my hips moving in a sharp, quick rhythm. I wanted him to experience the same burning desire I was feeling as I fed. I felt no guilt as I opened my mind and reached out to him mentally.

I braced myself for resistance, but he didn’t resist. Instead, he bit back a curse as I drew more of his potent blood. My body felt electrified, and all I craved was the sensation of him inside me.

The thought of being claimed by him, of him driving deep within me, was all-consuming. Suddenly, he moved, gripping me tightly. I ran my tongue up his throat. He flipped me onto the bed, no longer beneath me.

My head hung off the edge of the bed, but he quickly pulled me back, taking hold of my thighs and positioning himself over me. A wave of anticipation washed over me as his dark eyes met mine.

He looked dangerously passionate, and I was certain my pheromones were at an all-time high. He must have sensed it, not to mention the effect of my bite and mental push. Our breathing was heavy, our need for each other palpable.

I spread my legs for him, and he was already gripping my thigh, his hand slipping around it to lift me slightly. I looked down between us as he gripped the edge of the bed by my head.

I wanted to watch him enter me, to see the pleasure on his face as he slid into me. He didn’t hesitate. His first thrust was swift and hard. I bit back a moan, tilting my head back as he began to move in a quick, short rhythm.

The pleasure was overwhelming, and I found myself moaning uncontrollably. I could feel the thickest part of him pressing into me before pulling back. A sudden realization hit me—I wanted him to knot me.

I wanted to know what that felt like, something he hadn’t done yet. Given the intensity of our connection, I was certain he would. The wetness between my legs was an open invitation for him, practically begging him to go deeper.

When he let go of my leg and touched me, rubbing where we were joined, I lost control. I climaxed, crying out in pleasure.

HARPER

I was taken aback by the intensity of Sierra’s lust. I had expected desire, arousal, but this was something else entirely. It was akin to a female of my kind going into heat.

Her scent, her presence, the way her body clung to mine—it was all overwhelming. Her wetness allowed me to slide into her easily, my knot threatening to form. I thrust into her fiercely as she climaxed, the slickness making it hard to think.

Her body tried to grip me tightly, but her wetness allowed me to move with feverish intensity. The pleasure was so intense it bordered on pain. My gaze traveled down her body, taking in the sight of her breasts bouncing, her thighs parting and trembling with each thrust.

It was a beautiful sight, and I could feel her mentally reaching out to me. I didn’t resist. I wanted her to know how good this felt, how much I wanted her. Each climax only heightened my desire.

“Harper,” she moaned, gasping for breath.

I didn’t stop. I wanted her to stay right here until I was finished. I slowed slightly, the intensity of my arousal almost too much to bear.

I wasn’t sure if she realized how close I was, if she would let me go all the way. I wanted to bury myself deep within her and release. I wanted to lock our bodies together as my kind did, and I was slowly testing her body for it.

I knew she must have sensed my desire through our mental connection. I wasn’t sure if she would allow it, and I wasn’t sure if I could stop myself. But her next words nearly pushed me over the edge.

“Please, Harper, I want you to knot me,” Sierra pleaded, reading my mind.

A growl escaped me, primal and raw. If that was what she wanted, I wasn’t going to deny her. I lifted her leg again, folding her nearly in half as I thrust into her a few more times, biting down hard on her shoulder.

She cried out as I pinned her down, my teeth sinking into the junction of her shoulder and neck. I held her there as our bodies locked together, the release pure ecstasy.

I could feel her pleasure, her climax mirroring mine. Our minds were fully open to each other. The experience was erotic and unique, being able to sense each other’s physical and emotional feelings.

This was how vampires bonded, similar to my kind, but the emotional intensity was nearly overwhelming. It was hard to pull my teeth from her, my body still craving more even as we were locked together.

Her hand gripped my hair tightly as she leaned forward as much as she could and bit into me. I felt an invisible bond tying us together irrevocably, and the satisfaction it brought my wolf was immeasurable.

I was in Sierra’s mind, and I knew she wanted this, that she hadn’t lied. She saw me as someone she could trust, someone she wanted to be mated to. Knowing this meant everything to me.

Her vampire bond met my lycan bond, and there was no going back. Not that I would ever want to. I would kill to protect this bond, to protect her. I knew she saw this but didn’t shy away.

Just like I loved the parts of her she thought were flawed. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I was able to release her shoulder and lick the spot. My claws were digging into the bed and her hip, and I could feel her own claws threatening to dig into my scalp and back.

A slow, wicked smile spread across my face. Oh, sweetheart, I wouldn’t mind feeling those claws digging into me, raking down my back as I claimed her again.

“My perfect woman,” I murmured, capturing her lips with a fervor that stole her breath.

I was already hard again, even though our bodies were no longer entwined. As she shifted beneath me, her hands cradled my face.

I broke our kiss just enough to start moving again. We were far from done—she was lost in desire and I was driven by a primal need to claim her.

As I thrust into her slowly, deeply, her lips parted in a silent gasp.

“I think I’m already in love with you,” Sierra confessed breathlessly.

I knew she had seen every part of me, every hidden corner of my soul. The pace of our love didn’t matter to me. I’d been in love with her from the moment our eyes met. She was my true mate, my soulmate, and that was all that truly mattered.

“Good, then you’ll let me love you more. I’ve been in love with you, but you already knew that,” I replied, quickening our rhythm.

Her moan echoed in the room as I claimed her body once more. Sierra nodded, acknowledging the truth in my words.

All we needed was to keep moving forward, to build something we both wanted to return to. To keep each other happy, healthy, and always feeling like this. Nothing was perfect, but in this moment, it felt pretty damn close. I was more than willing to keep my woman right where she was, showing her physically what she already knew in her heart.