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“That’s it, show me how much you need to be filled by my seed,” he growls.

The flutters begin and I dig my nails into his back. “I need it… I need you.”

I come hard and as soon as I do, he roars and slams his cock into my pussy. His entire length throbs while he fills me with his cum. A few smaller orgasms ripple through me before we’re both still. I’m pressed against him, practically glued to his chest because of the sweat.

“Is this what I deserve?” I whisper, leaning my head against his shoulder.

“You already know the answer to that, mate,” he murmurs, turning us gently and lowering me to the mattress.

It’s hard to accept and harder to believe, especially when my mind feels like it’s been turned into tapioca. That this could be my life. That it would have always been my life, if my bloodline wasn’t protected by a fate-block.

It may not have started as a curse, but it became one. My grandmother never found anyone who truly loved her. She was married several times, but the marriages didn’t work out. She was all alone when she died. My mother had a troubled life, and I don’t know what happened to her after she left me with my grandmother. If she’s still out there anywhere, she’s probably searching for the person she’s meant to be with, just like my grandmother.

Maybe none of us believed we deserved everything because fate had been locked away from us for so long that wanting too much started to feel dangerous.

Maybe that’s part of why I’ve never felt deserving of anything. My family’s history says we don’t get happy endings. We don’t get to fall in love and live happily ever after. But maybe we’ve all deserved this kind of happiness. This kind of love.

Maybe it’s supposed to happen this fast.

CHAPTER 15

Victor

We’ve been in this penthouse suite for two days and I’ve had Taryn on my cock almost the entire time.

I’ve fucked her in the bed. Fucked her on the couch. Fucked her bent over the wet bar, bent over the side of the tub, bent over every table. Even the cart they brought our room service on last night. The steaks were a good meal. Taryn was a better dessert.

Her scent is everywhere, mingled with mine, sweetened by the mating bond as it grows stronger.

The suite smells like sex, sweat, expensive soap, and my mate. It should be enough. Every wolf instinct in me should be satisfied by the fact that she’s naked in my bed, covered in my scent, marked by my teeth, and dripping with my seed.

It isn’t enough. That’s the problem. I’m standing by the windows, looking down at Covington while Taryn sleeps behind me. The city looks peaceful from up here. Clean streets. Tall buildings. People walking around like there aren’t old gods, broken curses, shifters, witch hunters, and fate-blocked druids moving through the world around them.

Humans are lucky. They don’t know what is snarling in the dark.

My mate shifts in the bed and lets out a soft sound. My cock hardens immediately. I grip the edge of the window frame, claws emerging and pressing against the painted wood until it starts to crack.

“Fuck,” I mutter.

I had her twenty minutes ago. Maybe thirty. She came so hard she could barely say my name by the end of it. She passed out with her cheek pressed against my chest and her hand curled around my wrist like she was afraid I’d leave if she stopped touching me.

Still, I want her again. No. Want isn’t strong enough. Want is what a man feels when he sees a beautiful woman across a room. This is need carved into my very bones. Need with fangs sharper than mine. Need that drags its claws down the inside of my ribs every time I’m more than a few feet away from her.

The frenzy is close. Getting closer every hour. I’ve seen wolves during this stage. I’ve watched them pace, sweat, shake, and lose their sense while the bond tightened. I always thought they were weak. Undisciplined. Too ruled by instinct.

It’s easy to think that when you’re bitter over Mother Fate forgetting you. But now I understand. The bond doesn’t make you weak. It makes everything else irrelevant.

Taryn murmurs in her sleep, and I turn before I even decide to. She’s on her stomach, one leg bent, the sheet twisted around her hips. Her auburn hair is spread across the pillow like fire after a storm. The mark on her back is healed, but the scar is clear. Mine. A permanent claim etched into her skin.

My chest tightens. I’ve killed for her. I’ve fucked her until she screamed. I’ve bought her clothes, brought her to a fancy hotel, put food in front of her, and still, I feel like I haven’t done nearly enough.

She spent years believing scraps were generosity. I want to give her everything. I want to destroy anything and anyone that taught her to expect less.

Her phone buzzes on the nightstand. The sound is small, but my head snaps toward it. Taryn doesn’t wake. She’s exhausted. I should let her sleep.

It buzzes again.

I walk to the nightstand and pick it up before it can disturb her. There are several missed calls from Frank. A few texts from Shana. One from Madison. At least a dozen in their group chat, which is named best friends forever, no matter what.