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“You’re going to be tied to the bed while I rut every hole in your body once the frenzy starts.”

My head snaps back and I nearly choke. “Seriously!?”

“You have no idea what’s coming, little girl,” he rumbles. “But you will soon enough.”

A tremor of worry bubbles in my stomach, but the mating bond washes it away. I start getting wet as I imagine myself tied down, having my bottom hole rutted by his thick cock. It should be terrifying instead of making me wet, but I can tell by how he groans that he smells what it does to me.

“Yeah, they really need to hurry up with our food,” he mutters, downing his whiskey.

“You just ordered it,” I sigh, taking his glass, our fingers brushing long enough for there to be a sizzle. “I… I’ll get you another drink.”

The frenzy is going to be obscene. Somewhere beneath the lust that’s only getting stronger is a flicker of fear. It just evaporates into the mush before it can manifest into anything useful. I’m going to learn what Frenzy Taryn is like real soon. She may be begging for his cock everywhere for days.

We’re three drinks in and nearly panting by the time room service arrives. We don’t eat, really; we just devour the food like the savages we’re becoming.

By the time we finish, he’s never been harder and I’ve never been more drenched.

The frenzy hits like a tsunami, similar to what I felt when the fate-block was broken. Everything inside me comes apart at the seams, then rushes back together.

My world narrows to Victor, and I don’t even have to ask if his narrows to me. We don’t bother going around the table, we just climb on it. What’s left of our dinner doesn’t stop us, and neither do the plates Victor crushes beneath his knees.

Our lips sear together and he slams me down on the table so hard I see stars when the back of my head strikes the wood, which might be a good thing, because he’s inside me before I catch my breath. He drives his hips like a machine, powering his length into my pussy. After three brutal thrusts, the table explodes beneath us and we hit the ground.

A fork jams into my thigh, but I barely feel it. Not with Victor moving between them like a wild animal who has been starved and unleashed. Food goes everywhere. Plates shatter. Glasses break. Metal lids tumble. A piece of the table stabs into my back, and I can feel that, but I don’t care. I don’t want him to stop thrusting.

The golden flame in his eyes has spread and it looks like his irises are engulfed by it. His gaze isn’t dark now. It’s the color of fury. Desire. A wolf who has found his mate. And I’m so glad it’s me. I don’t want to ever let this feeling go. This is heaven, coated in magnificence, and he made me believe I deserve everything, so I deserve this too.

“Victor, oh god, Victor!” I scream, an orgasm crashing into me.

“Yes, mate, yes! You’re all fucking mine,” he snarls, biting my neck hard enough for me to cry out while he spears his cock into me.

The frenzy has begun.

Now I just have to survive it.

CHAPTER 21

Victor

The frenzy is finally here and I’m in fucking heaven. Literally!

There’s no way to know exactly how long you’ll have to get to know your mate before it begins. For most wolves, it’s a few weeks. Ours didn’t take quite that long, but I’m not complaining. Neither is my perfect little mate.

We’re in the ruins of our last meal, surrounded by broken plates, pieces of the room service table, and shattered glass. I’m bleeding. She’s bleeding. Neither of us have the capacity to care because of the frenzy. Thankfully, the scrapes on my knees are already healing and so is the spot where the fork jammed into Taryn’s thigh.

My dick has never been harder. I’ve never felt more alive. Every nerve ending is on fire. Every cell in my body craves my mate. I’ve claimed her. I’ve marked her. But this is how I truly make her mine. She’ll be screaming my name for days while my instincts run wild, but I’m not the only one who is frenzied. My mate feels it, just like I do.

Taryn’s eyes are wild, the gray turned molten with the same golden fire burning in mine. Her auburn hair is a tangled mess across the wreckage, her new pink gown ripped open down the front so her gorgeous tits are on full display, and they’re coated with my saliva. The scent of her arousal is so intense it seems to hang in the air like a fog. So fucking delicious. So fucking mine.

I grab her hips and slam her down onto what remains of the table as I start thrusting harder. Wood splinters behind her back as I drive into her with savage thrusts, burying every thick inch deep enough for her to feel the way my knot throbs at the base. Her pussy tries to clamp around my girth, but she’s so damn wet she can’t even get a grip.

“Fuck, yes, mate,” I roar, sounding more beast than man as my wolf claws beneath my skin. “This tight little pussy was made for me. You feel it, don’t you? The frenzy? The way it tries to eat you alive?”

“Yes, oh god yes,” she groans as I hammer my dick into her. “It feels like you were made for me too!”

“I was! I was,” I repeat, not holding back at all as I ruthlessly piston my length into her pussy.

Taryn’s back arches like a whip, nails raking down my chest hard enough to draw blood. She’s never been this aggressive before, even when she’s coming apart in my arms. But she doesn’t flinch. She just pulls me deeper, thighs shaking, heels digging into my ass as I start pounding into her with even more vicious force. The collapsed table creaks and shifts under us, broken edges digging into my knees and her back, but the frenzy turns pain into fuel. Every sharp sting only makes her wetter and me harder.