Page 47 of Seas the Day
Minutes later, her climax hit her like a storm. Her whole body shuddered, a violent, beautiful convulsion that made her legs buckle. He supported her with his free hand, his mouth and fingers working her through the peak until she was limp and panting, her eyes closed in shattered bliss.
But he didn’t let her recover. In one smooth, powerful motion, he stood and lifted her. Her arms flung around his neck as he pressed her back against the cool tile of the shower wall. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, her entrance still pulsing and wet against his aching cock.
“I need you inside me. Now,” she demanded, her voice raw with renewed hunger.
He didn’t make her wait.
He pushed into her with one long, inexorable thrust, filling her completely, stretching her in a way that made his own vision blur. A loud, sharp cry tore from her mouth, a sound of pure pleasure. Her fingers dug into the muscles of his shoulders, holding on as if he were the only solid thing in the world.
Then he began to move. Slow. Deliberate. Each withdrawal was agonizing, each return a homecoming. He watched her face, memorizing the flush on her skin and the way her lips parted with every deep stroke. His wolf growled inside him, impatient, ravenous for the final act.
“Thalric, faster… please,” she moaned, her hips meeting his with increasing urgency. “Give me your mark.”
The plea unleashed the beast.
His control shattered. His thrusts became primal, deep and fast and hard, a piston driving them both toward a precipice. He felt his own orgasm gathering, a tsunami of sensation, and through their bond, he felt hers coiling tight, ready to snap alongside his.
It was time.
He leaned forward and put his mouth against the smooth skin of her neck where her shoulder curved. His wolf surged forward, and the change was instant—his teeth elongating, sharpening, the instinct to bite, to mark, tocompleteoverriding every civilized thought.
Her orgasm erupted first. A violent, screaming release that clenched around his cock, pulling him deeper. At that exact moment, he bit down.
The taste of her blood was sweet, metallic, and perfect. The act was not violent, but profound—a sealing. As her bloodtouched his tongue, his own orgasm detonated, a shuddering, blinding release that poured his seed deep into her depths.
And in the space between those two heartbeats, the world changed.
The mate bond, once a vibrant but incomplete thread, snapped into its final, eternal form. Suddenly, her emotions weren’t just echoes or hints—they poured into him, crystal clear and vibrant, as if they were his own. Her wonder, her satisfaction, her lingering physical euphoria, her love—all of it flowed into his soul, mingling with his own triumphant joy, his fierce possessiveness, his overwhelming love.
Her eyes opened. They were clear blue pools filled with awe. “I can feel you so intensely,” she breathed. “Your desire… your hope… your joy… Your love. It’s so strong.”
He smiled, a real, unguarded smile that felt foreign on his face. He didn’t speak aloud. Instead, he reached for the new channel between them, the telepathic link that was now as natural as breathing and sent the words directly into her mind.
I love you.
Her eyes widened, then crinkled with delight. She heard him. She beamed, a smile so big and bright it rivaled Nova Aurora’s twin suns. “I love you, Thalric. So much.”
As the aftershocks of their joining faded, the completed bond pulsed between them, a warm, contented hum of forever. He lowered her gently and helped her step from the shower, wrapping her in a thick towel that swallowed her frame.
He hugged her from behind, his chin resting on her damp hair. “I feel complete,” he said, the words simple and true.
She turned in his arms, her smile still radiant. “I feel complete, too. I feel like I’m finally who I’m supposed to be. Finally where I belong.”
He looked at her—his mate, his Luna—and he couldn’t help the thought that whispered through his newly whole soul.
Fate knew exactly what it was doing when it wrote their names in the stars.
THIRTY-THREE
NAVIRA
Navira wrapped the towel around her tighter as she drifted toward the expansive windows of Thalric’s private chambers. Her bare feet whispered across the polished stone as each step carried her closer to the view that had captivated her since the moment she’d arrived on Nova Aurora. The pink ocean stretched endlessly beneath the twin suns, its surface shimmering with an otherworldly beauty that made her chest tight with emotion.
This is home now.
The thought settled into her bones with startling certainty. Sure, she still needed to make the calls—her father would need an explanation that wouldn’t send him into cardiac arrest, her friends would demand details she wasn’t sure she could articulate, and Dean Morris would require a formal resignation that felt both terrifying and liberating. But those were logistics. The mechanics of untangling one life to fully embrace another.
What mattered was the profound rightness thrumming through her veins. This beautiful planet, this perfect man, this intense mate bond that pulsed between them like a living thing—all of it was hers now.
