Chapter 0100

Her breath hitches as I claim her lips again, silencing her moans with my kiss. My fingers trace her slick folds, teasing her until she shudders against me.

"Open wider for me, darling."

She obeys instantly, spreading her thighs. I watch her face as I slide one finger inside, then another. Her back arches off the bed, her nails digging into my shoulders. The way her eyes darken with lust sends fire through my veins. I can feel Theron prowling beneath my skin, just as Selene burns in her gaze.

Fisting my hand in her hair, I take her mouth with possessive hunger. My fingers pump faster, curling just right to make her gasp. Her walls clench around me, her body tensing for release. I pull back to watch her unravel.

My Alpha power surges as I command, "Come for me, little mate." The growl in my voice surprises even me. The moment the words leave my lips, I press hard against that sweet spot inside her.

Theron roars through our bond. "MINE!"

Her climax hits like a storm. I swallow her cries, kissing her with everything I possess—love, need, devotion. My fingers keep moving, drawing out every last tremor until she's boneless beneath me.

We're both panting when I finally still my hand. I rest my forehead against hers, gently brushing damp hair from her face. My fingers stay buried inside her, feeling her pulse around me.

I need to taste her.

Slowly, I withdraw my glistening fingers and bring them to my lips. The first lick sends electricity down my spine. Fuck. She's intoxicating. My eyes roll back as I savor every drop, a growl rumbling in my chest.

"Adrian." My father's voice shatters the moment. "Evelyn has school tomorrow."

I feel her tense beneath me, but I take my damn time licking my fingers clean. This is the most exquisite flavor I've ever known.

"Be right down," I call back, though I have no intention of hurrying. Soon, I won't have to stop. Soon, she'll be mine completely.

I help Evelyn dress, my hands lingering longer than necessary. While I don't care who knows we're together, no one else gets to see what's mine.

One last kiss lets her taste herself on my tongue. Our noses brush—a wolf's gesture of affection. I need her to understand this isn't just lust. It's everything.

Standing, I offer my hand. "Walk me out?"

She stumbles when I pull her up, her body deliciously unsteady. The press of her curves against me makes my cock ache, but that's a problem for later. Right now, my mate needs me.

When she finds her balance, I cup her face. "Beautiful."

And she is—eyes still hazy with pleasure, lips swollen from my kisses, neck marked by my teeth. No one has ever looked more perfect.

Downstairs, I bid my parents goodnight. Father mind-links that we'll talk tomorrow. Whatever he wants can wait. Nothing's ruining this high.