Chapter 0225

The taste of my mate was intoxicating, but it paled in comparison to the sensation of being buried deep inside her. She was impossibly tight, and I knew she must have torn. Thank the Moon Goddess for Valeria’s accelerated healing.

When she shifted beneath me, I took control. I needed to watch her unravel, to know I was the only man who could ever make her feel this way. One climax wasn’t enough. The way her body clenched around me was the most exquisite pleasure I’d ever known. I craved it again. And again.

By the fourth time, she was trembling, tears glistening on her cheeks. I couldn’t hold back any longer. My canines lengthened, the primal urge to claim her overwhelming.

"Mine."

As I pushed her over the edge once more, I sank my teeth into her neck. Her emotions flooded me—raw ecstasy, joy, an ocean of love. But before I could savor it, her own fangs pierced my skin.

Power surged through me, so intense I roared as I came. The world nearly went dark. Only the steady pull of her venom kept me grounded.

When she finally withdrew her fangs and sealed the wound with her tongue, I cupped her face. "Are you okay?"

She sniffled. "Never better."

I nuzzled her nose with mine. "Then why the tears?"

"It’s just... I never knew it could feel like this." I kissed another tear away as it trailed down her cheek.

"You’re mine now, Seraphina. No turning back." I started to pull out, but her hands locked onto my hips.

"Don’t. I like you inside me."

A groan rumbled in my chest. "Little angel, if I stay buried in you, it won’t take long for me to be ready again."

Her grin was pure mischief. "Is that a problem?"

With a growl, I flipped us over, leaving her straddling me. "Then take what you want."

She rose slightly before sinking back down, drawing a sharp gasp from me. "Aren’t you sore?"

"Advanced healing, remember?" She tossed her hair back, the dark waves cascading over my thighs as she began to move.

My hands settled on her hips, guiding her rhythm as her head tipped back. She was breathtaking—wild, untamed, mine.

"You’re fucking perfect." My thumbs brushed her nipples, teasing until her walls fluttered around me. "You were made for me."

"Going to come for me, little angel?"

Her smirk was downright sinful. "I’d rather make you lose control, Alpha."

I chuckled darkly. "Is that so?"

In one swift motion, I hauled us up the bed, pressing her hands against the headboard. "Hold on."

She rolled her hips, and I let her set the pace. There was something intoxicating about surrendering control to her—something I’d never done with anyone else.

Her stormy eyes locked onto mine, filled with hunger. Then, with a boldness that sent fire through my veins, she cupped her breast and brought it to my lips.