The Alpha’s Shadow Luna
The pain was brief, sharp, immediately swallowed by a pleasure so intense it tore a sound from my throat that I didn't recognize as my own voice.
My fangs found his neck in that same instant. I bit deep, tasting the salt of his skin, feeling the resistance and then the give. The shadows poured from me through the wound, dark tendrils of Andromeda's power flowing into him, merging with his blood, writing my claim into his body the way his was being written into mine.
The bond detonated.