Burning Bond

The bond that should have stayed dead was about to drag us both under in the worst way possible.

A loud bang on the cell bars jerked me awake. My side still throbbed but the bleeding had slowed. A Shadowfang guard stood there scowling.

“Alpha wants you upstairs. Now. Move.”

I got up slow, chains rattling. “What is going on? He finally ready to kill me?”

“Shut your mouth and walk,” the guard snapped, unlocking the door and yanking me forward.

They marched me up into the main hall. Ronan waited by a side door, arms crossed, looking like he had not slept.

“Bring him in here,” Ronan ordered, nodding to a private chamber. The guards shoved me inside and left, door slamming shut.

I rubbed my wrists. “You pull me out just to stare? Or did something happen?”

Ronan paced once. “Garrick and his third pack hit both our territories last night. Raids on supplies, burned outposts. We need to talk terms. Temporary ones.”

“Temporary alliance?” I laughed. “After you locked me up and promised to destroy everything I have? Now you need me?”

He stepped closer. “Do not flatter yourself. I need information on Garrick. You know his moves. Tell me and maybe I let you breathe another day.”

I leaned on the table. “You dragged me here bleeding and now you want help? After grabbing me through the bars like you wanted to choke me?”

“Because you deserve it,” he shot back, voice rising. “You killed me. Stood there while the bond broke and walked away. My pack still calls you the Stormridge butcher.”

“I told you,” I said, matching his heat. “It was war. Chaos. I did not know until your heart stopped. You think that did not wreck me? I carried your ghost for years.”

“Ghost?” Ronan slammed his fist down. “I lived it. Every cut, every breath leaving me, your face burned in my head. And now this bond pulls me back to the man who did it. Makes me sick.”

I moved toward him. “You feel it too. In the snow when you dragged me away. In the cell when you could not let go. Stop pretending it is only hate.”

“Shut your mouth,” he growled, but he stayed put. “You betrayed the bond first. Chose your pack. Now mine suffers.”

“My pack suffers every day because of you,” I fired back. “The supply lines you hit, the wolves you killed. We lost good fighters. Tell me how that makes you better.”

Ronan grabbed my shirt and shoved me hard against the stone wall. Our faces were inches apart, breathing fast.

“You do not get to lecture me,” he said rough. “Not after what you did.”

“Then stop talking and do something about it,” I challenged. “Or scared of what happens if you give in?”

He crashed his mouth on mine, kissing me with years of rage and hunger. Teeth, tongue, no softness. I gripped his shoulders and kissed him back just as hard, the bond exploding between us.

“Damn you,” he muttered against my lips, hands tearing at my shirt. Fabric ripped.

I yanked at his clothes too. “You started this. Do not stop.”

Our shirts hit the floor. Skin on skin, hot and urgent. He spun me, chest to my back, mouth biting my neck hard enough to mark. His cock pressed thick and hard against my ass through his pants.

“You think this changes anything?” he growled, grinding against me. “I still hate you.”

“Prove it,” I gasped, pushing back. “Take it out on me.”

He shoved my pants down fast, freeing my cock which was already leaking. His hand wrapped around it, stroking rough. “Look at you. Hard for the man you killed.”

“Shut up and fuck me,” I demanded, voice breaking. “Or are you all talk?”

Ronan snarled and kicked my legs wider. He spit on his hand, slicked his thick cock, and pushed the head against my hole. One hard thrust and he buried himself deep inside me, stretching me wide.

“Fuck!” I groaned, fingers scraping the wall. The burn mixed with sharp pleasure.

He did not wait. He pulled back and slammed in again, setting a brutal pace, hips snapping hard. “Take it. Take every inch like you took my life.”

“Harder,” I panted, pushing back to meet him. “Give me what you got, Ronan.”

He fucked me deeper, one hand on my hip bruising tight, the other stroking my cock fast. Sweat slicked our bodies. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the chamber along with our growls and curses.

“You feel so fucking tight,” he groaned, biting my shoulder again. “Hate how good this is. Hate how much I need your ass.”

“Then do not stop,” I moaned, lost in it. Guilt and pleasure crashed together. “Fuck me like you want to break me.”

He pounded harder, cock hitting that spot inside me that made my knees buckle. “Say my name. Louder.”

“Ronan,” I shouted, voice raw. “Ronan, fuck, right there.”

His strokes on my cock matched his thrusts, rough and perfect. I gripped the wall, taking everything, body shaking. The bond burned so hot it felt like we were melting into each other.

“Going to come,” I gasped. “Do not pull out.”

“Come on my cock then,” he ordered, slamming in deep.

I spilled hard over his fist, cum hitting the wall as my hole clenched around him. Ronan cursed loud and thrust a few more times before burying himself to the hilt and coming inside me, hot pulses filling me up.

We stayed locked, breathing ragged, bodies slick. He pressed his forehead to my neck for a moment, cock still twitching inside me.

Then the door burst open.

“Alpha!” the scout yelled, freezing. “Garrick hit both main camps hard. Heavy losses. Burning everything.”

Ronan pulled out fast, cum leaking down my thigh. He yanked his pants up, face going cold. “Get out. Tell them I am coming.”

The scout left. Ronan tossed me my clothes. “Get dressed. This changes nothing.”

I pulled my pants on, legs still shaky, hole sore and wet with him. “You sure? After you just fucked me raw against the wall?”

He headed for the door, jaw tight. “It was the bond. Nothing more. Garrick is the threat now. We deal with him, then we finish this.”

But his eyes when they flicked back showed the conflict. Rage, need, and something deeper he did not want to name.

I followed him out, body still buzzing with him inside me, wondering if this was the start of something real or the beginning of my destruction. The bond had us now, and it would not let go easy.