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My breath left me in a rush, and I groped for his face, pulling him by the cheeks into a damn-near hysterical kiss. “You feel… so…” I murmured against him.
“You too,” he gasped as he gave a short thrust.
Pleasure shot through my body in ways I hadn’t expected, and I felt my back arch, felt myself thrust back against him. With each snap of his hips, I grunted, and my cock swelled. He changed angles after a second, and when he thrust in after that, my body lit up with an intense wave of ecstasy.
“Misha,” I sobbed. “Gods, Misha.”
“I’ve got you,” he murmured. His hand pushed between us, and when he took my cock into the circle of his fingers, it was almost too much. Pushing up on his arm, he began to fuck me in earnest, stroking in time with his hips, and I lost myself as my orgasm crashed through me.
My breath was pushed from my lungs on a sharp cry, and every atom in my body shuddered with my release. I felt it spilling across my stomach and chest, and my ass spasmed around him as he continued to move.
Each thrust was another wave of pleasure that bordered on pain. My body was so sensitive, and I wasn’t sure I could take it, but I also never wanted it to stop. And then he was coming, hot pulses deep inside me, and our scents filled me with purpose.
I was meant to be here—he was meant to be here. He was meant to survive.
The moon wouldn’t steal him from me, and if it tried, I would fight death itself to keep him.
I came down in fits and bursts, my limbs still trembling every so often as he eased himself out and rolled off the bed. I felt empty in the void without him, but he was back moments later with a warm cloth, and he cleaned the mess from our skin.
I heard the thing hit the floor when he tossed it away, then he nestled under the sheets and let me pull him against my chest, determined to never let him go.
“Is that how it’s always going to be?” he asked.
I laughed as he pressed a kiss to the side of my arm. “No. Sometimes it’s more, sometimes it’s less. But it’ll always be perfect.” I buried my nose in the top of his hair and breathed in. “Tomorrow morning, I want to go outside. Just for a moment,” I said when I felt him stiffen. “With you.”
“Kor…”
“No,” I told him. I reached down and took his face between my palms and felt the heat of his skin against my own. “You’re going to survive, and I want to feel the sun on my face as it rises. We won’t linger, but I need it. Please.”
There was only a beat of silence before I felt him nod against my hands. “Yes. I want to stand and face the sunrise tomorrow with you.”
I couldn’t do anything else in that moment except kiss him.
* * *
The day dragged on after that. I tried to concentrate on the maps, but I found it impossible to do anything except track the moon in the sky. It was still far, but I could feel it tugging at my wolf. Normally when I denied myself the shift, I was irritated. I drank or I ran in human form. I worked out and lifted weights and made myself sweat until I could hardly stand.
It was the only thing that took the edge off.
But my wolf understood that tonight it had to take a step back. I needed human hands to keep Misha together if he needed me to. I was still confident that this was nothing, but the fear began to creep in as he set dinner on the table in front of me and kissed my temple.
It was some sort of pasta dish—something I should have been making to keep up with my rehab, but I couldn’t get myself to focus. Misha hadn’t hesitated when I told him I needed him to take over, but it hadn’t helped. I wanted to drag him into my lap and hold him until the moon was high in the sky and he was still breathing.
“Kor,” Misha said quietly, and I hummed to show him I was listening. “You’ll know when moonrise happens, right?”
“Yes.”
His fingers brushed the backs of my knuckles. “When does it usually happen? The forced shift?”
“About an hour in,” I told him. In reality, it could be at any point in the night, but the pull was strongest that first hour. At the very least, he would know if he needed to fight it—but then it meant living on borrowed time because he wouldn’t be able to fight it forever. Eventually, he would get weak, and the wolf would win.
And he would die.
“Don’t forget the—” He stopped and cleared his throat. “The stuff that Danyal left is on the table.”
My entire body stiffened. Danyal had left a vial and syringe for just in case. Just in case I needed to push drugs into Misha’s body and put him out of his misery.
The bond lit up with my pain, and I heard Misha’s fork hit his plate before he was suddenly in my arms. I pushed my chair back to give us some room, and he kissed the side of my neck. “We have to get out of here.”
