Page 152 of Ravenous

Love.Thrill.Would she never tire of that endearment? “I’m all right.” Her nails dug into his shoulders. “Better than. Don’t stop.”

He thrust once, slow and measured, and the moon went double. Pain vanished beneath the rising pleasure. When her head lolled, his free hand clasped her nape. “Gods almighty.” His voice held raw reverence.

Her swollen clitoris ground against the juncture of his cock and groin. Shocks of pleasure and pain, and she couldn’t get enough. “More!” She moved on him, desperate to take him deeper. “Don’t hold back.”

He thrust, hitting her needy clit again. And again. Pressure coiled, rapture nearing. His claws dug into her hips as he wrenched her up and down, thrusting his lean hips at the same time.

Words demanded to be free: “I love you!” she cried.

The idea must’ve excited him; his thick cock pulsed inside her. “You belong to me now. Forever!”

She clung to his sweat-dampened shoulders, scoring his skin. “I do,” she moaned, words dripping with submission. “I belong to you now.” The rightness of this pushed her over the precipice just as he gave her a teeth-clattering thrust and a hard bounce along his rigid length. She rode him tip to base, and the tension broke halfway down. “Ah, Hecate,yes!” Her orgasm consumed her, her core squeezing his shaft as it plunged inside her relentlessly. She threw back her head and screamed in total surrender to this male.I’m his.

Eternally…

A truth she felt in her bones.

Gulping air, she cried, “Follow me.”

He tensed, and she craved the searing bath of semen that was sure to follow. A marking in itself.

Yet then…his eyes flared Lykae blue, sheening in the moonlight. His fangssharpened. For the first time, she saw hints of his beast rising—to answer a call far older and truer than lust.

Ah, great goddess.“Iamyours!” Of course. Nothing could be this powerful if it hadn’t been fated. Meera cupped his precious face, nails digging in possessively. “Claim me. Bite me.Mark me.”

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Lowell

—YOURS YOURS YOURS!—

His long-quiet Instinct rang like a gong in his skull. He staggered under the force of it. “I canna…canna breathe.” Lowell tore back from the rake of Meera’s nails.

She nodded with understanding, still rolling her hips atop him. “This is why we’ve been so drawn to each other. It’s all right, love. It’s a big change and one we’ll work through.”

“Canna breathe.” The awakening inside him was too bright. Too absolute.

Not panic. Transcendence.

The promise of an interlocking soul curled on the wind; a ribbon of scent—pure and radiant and impossible—came from the direction of Bloodreach. His mind expanded. His heart and body. His beast awakened, swelling within him like a tidal wave.

Yet Lowell was inside Meera. And she thoughtshehad elicited this response.Ah, gods, it’s no’ her.

Her.

His mate.

She was in the Skein. Closing in. Their souls already turning toward each other, moving to interlock into one beneath a full moon.

“Lowell, love.” Meera’s voice took on an ecstatic note that made his chest hurt. “Your fangs have sharpened for a reason.” She drew her hair from her neck, baring it with hope. “Mark me as yours. I’m ready.”

He recoiled, tearing free of her body and setting her away. Shame clawed up his throat, shame for the betrayal he’d committed against his pack, his king, his family, the sacred mate he hadn’t believed in.

His shaft, glistening and pulsing, drew the witch’s gaze. But he was now hard for another female.

“You didn’t come?” She glanced up in bewilderment, her body clearly craving more of his. “Do you want to savor this moment before the bite?” She arched closer, and revulsion tore through him; his stomach heaved.

“I scented another.”