Feral Claim
“Do something. Please.”
The look in his eyes was enough to let me know that his control shattered.
He crushed his mouth to mine, and this time there was nothing careful in it. His lips were hard, hungry, demanding, stealing the air from my lungs. The bond snapped tight, surging, the wolf inside me screaming with triumph.
Mate. Mate. Mate.
I whimpered into him, my body arching closer, my thighs tightening around his hips on instinct. The heat wasn’t dulled—it was worse—but the way he kissed me made it bearable, like only he could touch the fire without letting it consume me.
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