Page 34 of Rising Reign

“Look at my beautiful kitten. Ass on display. Pussy dripping. Last chance. Want to run, Kitten?”

My mouth went dry as a new rush of wetness flooded my thighs. “Not running anywhere.”

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” he growled.

And he was right. There was no warning. No easing in with Ender. He gripped my hips and took. Slamming into me so hard my eyes watered.

But it was him. And that made it beautiful.

Raw, feral need. As if Ender were bleeding out every tortured moment that had shored up between us. He took and released, over and over. The sheer power of all he was had my legs trembling and walls fluttering.

“Not yet,” Ender snarled. He fisted his hand in my hair, pulling it tight and forcing me to hold on, to fight back the final crest.

He thrust in, impossibly deeper, hitting a spot that had tears springing free. “Let go,” he ordered.

And I did.

The force of the orgasm had my vision tunneling and darkness threatening to overtake me, but I fought it back, just like I fought for Ender to let me in. I gave as good as I got, meeting him thrust for thrust as he came. He released so deep inside me that it only sent me tumbling anew. But I wanted it all. Everything he had to give.

His thrusts started to slow, his breathing becoming ragged as one last wave hit me—so much pleasure it was almost painful now. I fought to stay standing. As if he sensed it, Ender wrapped an arm around my stomach and pulled me upright. I felt his chest heave against my back, his dick still twitching inside me as I struggled to catch my breath.

For the first time, I felt like I’d gotten the real Ender. No holding back. No walls. Simply him.

As he slid from my body, I winced, the pain at the loss of him, the tender aftermath of what we’d shared. Ender stiffened. “I’m sorry. I⁠—”

I whirled on him. “Don’t you dare. I wanted this. I gave as good as I got, so pull your head out of your ass and stop pushing me away.”

One corner of Ender’s mouth kicked up. “Okay.”

“Okay?” I parroted, shock racing through me.

“Okay, Kitten.” He brushed his lips across mine. And then he pulled his T-shirt over his head and put it on me, gently sliding one arm through one sleeve and then the other.

I watched as he pulled his pants back on and slid his feet into his shoes, then he brushed the hair out of my face and tucked it behind my ear. He kissed me again. “I’m going to be so bad at this,” he warned.

“Better than not trying at all,” I whispered.

“I hope you’re right.”

A throat cleared, and we both whirled to find Brix grinning at us. “I’m going to take it that this means you two are starting to figure your shit out?”

21

BRIX

I scented sex in the air, and my wolf pressed at my skin. He wanted in on the fun, but he was also…happy. And more than a little relieved, just like my human half. Because Ender and Wren needed this.

There were times you had to let your animal side lead. Move through the world on instinct instead of using reason. And their human halves had been getting in the way far too much.

“Fuck off,” Ender grumbled.

I just grinned wider. “What? I can’t be happy for my best friend and my girl?”

End shook his head. “When did you become some mushy Cupid?”

I shrugged. “Since I found out what it was like to be truly happy.”

Ender and Wren stilled. Wren’s expression went soft as she looked at me—so much tenderness there. Sadness filled Ender’s gaze, and I knew why. He was thinking about all we’d lost and everything we’d had to overcome. But that sadness was equally matched by a beautiful relief. The kind that saw just how much had been healed in me.