Chapter 137
Elowen POV
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The second the door slammed shut behind us, I felt it. The shift. The air charged like lightning had kissed the walls. Magic frembled over my skin. My heart beat so loud it echoed in my cars.
Bram stood in front of me, his chest heaving, that massive frame taut like he was barely keeping it together. His eyes, those deep honey- brown eyes, had gone black around the edges. His beast was there. Close. Starving. Mine.
“I don’t want to scare you,” he rasped, his voice low and jagged, “but if you say yes…I won’t stop.”
I stepped forward, barely a breath between us. “Then don’t.”
He blinked. Once. Twice. And then he let go.
His mouth crashed down onto mine, not soft, not sweet, but brutal and claiming and hungry. Like he’d been caged and I was the key. His hands gripped my waist like he needed something to hold onto before he unraveled completely.
I gasped into his mouth, and he growled, deep and low, the sound of a bear unchained. He lifted me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his thick waist, and slammed me back against the door with a thud that made the whole room shudder.
“Mine,” he snarled against my neck, kissing, nipping, and breathing me in like oxygen. “You smell like moonlight and sin.”
“And glitter,” I managed, breathless. “Don’t forget the glitter.”
He laughed, a dark, hungry sound, then bit down on the spot where my shoulder met my neck, not enough to mark, just enough to make me whimper. His beard scratched deliciously across my skin as he trailed kisses down my throat, over the curve of my collarbone, and lower.
“You don’t even know what you do to me,” he muttered, his voice rough. “I feel like I’ve been waiting my whole life for this moment.”
I cupped his face, my fingers buried in that wild beard. “Then stop waiting.”
He carried me across the room, dropping me on the bed like I was made of silk and stars. And then he stood over me, massive and shirtless, like he was carved from fucking stone. Tattoos over thick arms. Veins like rivers. And when he dropped his pants…Oh goddess. He was so fucking huge. Holy shit.
“You’re gonna break me,” I whispered.
His smirk was pure heat and hunger. “No, baby. I’m gonna remake you.” I whimpered with need as my core heated, I could feel my wetness on my inner thighs.
The moment he sank into me, slow, thick and deep, the bond detonated. My back arched. My vision went white. A tidal wave of heat and light and power surged between us. I felt his soul crash into mine like a meteor, anchoring, fusing, and branding me from the inside out.
Bond complete. Mate claimed.
He pushed his thick cock back into me with one long, devastating stroke, and I saw stars. Not metaphorically. Literal stars. Bursting behind my eyes like fireworks in a midnight sky.
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Chapter 137
“Oh gods…Bram!!”
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My voice cracked on his name. He was thick. Hard. Too big, almost. But I didn’t want him to stop. Ever. My legs locked tighter around him, my ankles crossing at the base of his spine as I gasped against his throat. Every inch he gave me felt like he was branding my
insides.
And then….I felt it.
That subtle drag. That extra spark of pressure.
His piercing. A thick barbell near the base of his shaft, perfectly positioned to drive me insane. I cried out as he shifted his hips, the cool metal grazing that spot inside me that sent white heat through my veins. My nails dug into his back, and he groaned like he liked the pain.
“That’s it,” he growled into my ear, his voice frayed with need. “Take all of me, little wolf.”
He dipped his head and took my nipple in his mouth and bit down and I hissed with pain and pleasure. “Holy FUCK!”
Lyssira growled with satisfaction in my mind. He pulled back slow, so slow it made me whimper, then slammed back in hard enough to rattle the headboard.
“Fuck…Bram!”
His hand fisted in my hair as he thrust again, harder this time, that piercing hitting just right, over and over, sparking magic and lust and pure unholy bliss. My pussy clenched around that huge cock as I came and soaked the mattress under us. My legs were trembling.
I moaned with need, writhing under his massive, muscled body. His beard scraped along my neck as he licked a line up to my jaw, then sank his teeth into my shoulder just enough to make me cry out again. I was going to combust. Right here. On this damn bed.
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