Page 47 of The Last Storm
“Rogue,” she moaned, climaxing around my fingers, and I could’ve come in my trousers at the sound of my name on her breathless lips. I lowered her, placing one foot on the ground at a time, and stood slowly. Her eyes widened as I brought my soaked fingers to my mouth, licking the taste of her from them.
“Please. Now,” she begged, her gaze smoldering, needing. Begging, as if I would ever deny her.
But that was all I needed to hear. I pulled my shirt overhead and unbuttoned my trousers, dropping them to the ground, and her eyes lowered to my cock, painfully hard for her. Wrapping my hands around her backside, I lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around my waist as I leaned her against the tree, lining up at her entrance.
“Are you sure?”
She nodded quickly, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me closer.
I eased into her, slowly sheathing myself. Her head fell back against the tree, lips parting in a gasp. We groaned in unison and I pulled out, slamming back into her.
Nothing had ever compared to this feeling. The bliss that was her, molded to me and breathless in my grasp.
“You are mine,” I growled into her neck, pulling out slowly and sliding back in.
“Yours,” she moaned.
Thrust.
“You are not leaving me.”
Again.
And again.
And again.
I pulled out, flipping her around so her chest was flat against the tree. Gripping her hips, I lifted them to meet me and entered her again, groaning. With each pounding stroke, she moaned louder and I slid my hand down, finding her clit, circling, needing to hear the sound of her release again, feel it around my cock.
“More, Rogue. I need more,” she panted.
I knew exactly what she needed because I desperately did too. The need to claim her was overwhelming every other sense, every thought.
A deep roar escaped me as I pounded into her one final time, filling her. My canines extended and I skimmed them along the delicate skin of her neck. Taking a deep breath, I let her scent consume me and bit into the connection at her shoulder. She screamed in pleasure, climaxing around me as my fire flowed through the wound, burning into her, binding me to her.
The world blurred.
There was no one else. There would never be anyone else. My entire existence shifted, shattering and rebuilding around her.
My mate.
She would never be free of me.
Mine.
The taste of her met my tongue as my scent merged with hers, forever branding her.
Mine.
I licked the wound.
Hers. Completely and utterly hers.
She stilled and I paused. She jerked against me, gasping in pain. I stepped back, panic flaring in my chest. She staggered away from the tree and dropped her hands to her knees.
“Ara?” I said, stepping towards her.
She turned to me and her eyes were wide with fear, every muscle in her body tense. I watched as her eyes suddenly seemed to glow…No.
