Page 129 of Wolf Blood

My chest rumbled of its own accord, and my lips crashed into hers.

It wasn't soft or sweet. It wasn't gentle.

It was me.

Her.

Us.

The way we were supposed to be. The way we wouldalwaysbe.

Harper pushed my face away after a few moments, breathing hard. "This is the part where you tell me you've also gladly accepted this hellish fate as my unfortunate?—"

I kissed her again. She dug her hands into my hair, pulling me closer before pushing me away again.

"I wasn't kidding, Rhone."

I took her chin in my hand and tipped her head back until our eyes met again. "You're the first thing I've wanted in a goddamn century, Harper. I like you, and I fucking love that you're mine."

"Phew."

I kissed her again, deeper.

Softer, too.

Not for the sake of being gentle, but because I knew she liked it, and I wanted her to feel good.

She hooked a leg around my waist, and I lifted her off her feet before she sank down on my cock, taking me like she was made for me.

She might as well have been, because I was sure as hell never going to let her go.

Her body was tight around me, soft and slick and demanding.

I drove into her slower than I ever had before, just to see how she reacted.

Her moan was so loud, I had to grit my teeth against the urge to fill her with my release.

The way she moved as I took her slowly was unreal.

The arching.

The gasping.

She came, loudly, falling apart while I watched.

It didn't feel like sex.

It felt like love.

The second time she lost it, I went with her. My knot swelled, and she cried out again in pleasure.

The release was unreal.

The way she clung to me, trusting me to hold her, was even more intense.

I washed her hair and body between climaxes, holding Harper with her body wrapped around and connected to mine.

It was intimate, in a way I fucking craved.