Page 110 of Moonlight & Mayhem

“I don't want you waking up tomorrow thinking the bond made this choice for us,” he said. Moon stared at him. Of all the things he could have said, that was the one she needed to hear the most. She took his hand and pressed it over her heart.

“This is making the choice for me,” she said.

Mayhem's eyes closed. “Moonlight.”

“I choose you.” His wolf pushed against the bond, and Moon's answered. Mate. Mayhem opened his eyes, and she knew he understood. His wolf wasn't the only one saying it anymore—Moon’s was too.

She kissed him and the world narrowed to warmth, breath, whispered words, and Mayhem's hands moving over her like she was something precious instead of something fragile. He knew she could fight and knew she could save herself. He knew she didn't need him to stand in front of her every second, and he loved her anyway.

Mayhem grabbed the hem of her shirt and tugged it up over her head. He hissed out his breath when he realized that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Moon couldn’t help but smile as he looked her body over. “No bra,” he whispered, palming her breasts with his big hands.

“No, and you should know now that I don’t wear panties, either. You know, to save yourself from fainting dead away when we get to that part.” He chuckled and lifted her into his arms, tossing her onto the small bed.

“I think that we need to get to that part now,” he insisted. He unbuttoned her jeans and slipped them down her legs, leaving her completely bare underneath his big body. “Mine,” he growled.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” she said, reaching for the hem of his black T-shirt. She pulled it up over his head, and he hissed out his breath when she ran her hands over his chest. “Mine,” she whispered. He moaned and dipped his head to kiss her.

Moon unbuttoned his jeans and tugged them down just enough to let his cock spring free. He was big, and she couldn’t help but stare at him. “Will we fit?” she asked.

“Oh, we’ll fit, baby,” he assured. “But I need to see you,” he said.

“You are seeing me,” she breathed.

“No, I want you on top,” he said. Mayhem didn’t give her time to think about her answer. Instead, he rolled them both over the mattress until she was on top of his body. He quickly kicked off his jeans as she seated herself over his cock. She went slowly, sinking down, inch by excruciating inch until he was panting beneath her.

Moon held his gaze as the bond opened completely. She felt him—every piece of him. The rough edges, his loyalty, the humor he used when things scared him, his absolute devotion to Silverfang, his growing love for Dark Chaos, whether he'd admit it or not, his fear that he would somehow fail her, and most importantly, his love. There was so much love that Moon gasped.

Mayhem froze. “Are you all right?” he asked.

She touched his face. “You really love me.”

He stared at her, and then he laughed. “What the hell do you think I'd been saying?”

“I didn't know it felt like this,” she said.

His expression softened. “You can feel it?”

She nodded. “I feel everything.”

The bond shifted, opening wider, and Mayhem sucked in a breath. Moon knew the second he felt her too. His eyes closed. “Jesus.”

Moon suddenly felt vulnerable. “You okay?”

His golden eyes opened, and he looked at her. “You love me.”

She laughed softly. “I told you that I love you.”

“Yeah, but—” He shook his head. “Fuck, Moonlight.” His voice broke, and that nearly broke her.

She wrapped her arms around him. “I love you.” Mayhem buried his face against her neck, and his lips brushed the place where her neck met her shoulder. Moon's wolf surged. She knew that he was about to mark her.

Mayhem stopped inches away from her skin. “Last chance.”

Moon pulled back enough to look at him. “For what?”

“To tell me not to.” She understood what he was asking. The claiming mark was the final piece of their mating bond. Moon's heart beat faster, not from fear, but because she wanted his mark more than anything.

She touched the same place on his neck. “Does it work both ways?”