Broken Bond (Claimed by Wolves 2)

Little sparks of pleasure shoot through me at the friction, and Ridge lets out a low curse.

“I don’t want to hurt you, little wolf,” he grates out.

His nickname for me—the one he used before I discovered I’m actually a witch—makes a new kind of pleasure surge inside me.

I may not be a wolf, but I can pretend I am for just one night. I can pretend this is all happening as it’s meant to, pretend there’s no reason at all why Ridge and I shouldn’t be together.

“You’re not hurting me,” I gasp out. “It feels good. It feels… I need…”

Words fail me again, so I grab his ass again instead, rolling my hips as I urge him to start moving.

“God, I need you.” With those ragged words, he finally gives in, drawing out before thrusting forward again, setting up a steady pace.

At first, it burns a little, making me intimately aware of how big he is and how tight I am. But with every stroke, the pain begins to fade away. Pleasure replaces it, simmering in my veins until I’m clinging to Ridge, moving my hips in opposition to his as his thrusts become wilder and harder.

Our bodies slam together over and over again, and I can’t think at all now.

I can only feel.

I can only trust.

I can only crave.

Just as another orgasm begins to spread through me, Ridge wraps his arms around me, sitting back and pulling me with him so that our chests are pinned together. He feels even deeper inside me in this position, and I can tell the exact moment he comes.

His cock pulses hard, seeming to expand against my tight walls as warmth floods my insides, and the feel of him letting go is more than I can take.

“Ridge!” I gasp out his name, burying my face in his neck and holding on to him with everything I have as pleasure rips through me.

“Sable…”

My name on his lips isn’t a harsh cry. It’s just a whisper, like a reassurance or a prayer. His strong arms tighten around me, and he holds me in his embrace for a long time as I cling to him.

He’s sweaty.

So am I, I think. Our skin sticks together, as if our bodies don’t want to let anything pull us apart.

A million emotions spiral through me, and I just keep holding on to Ridge as I ride out the wave, trusting him to be my anchor in the storm. He doesn’t loosen his hold until I do, and when he finally lays me back down on the mattress and pulls out of me, there’s only one emotion left, burning bright inside my chest.

Happiness.

13

Sable

I’m too boneless to move, too exhausted to think, but Ridge crawls off the bed and grabs a washcloth from the bathroom. He cleans me up a little, and I think I murmur something like thank you before he hovers over me and presses a soft kiss to my lips.

Then he lies down beside me and draws me in toward him, tucking me against his large body.

Somewhere in the house, a clock chimes the late hour. Ridge’s chest rises and falls beneath my cheek in time with the gentle, lulling sound. Ten distant chimes, each of them haunting, beautiful… and as lazy and satiated as me.

I feel amazing.

Perfect.

Changed.

I’m a brand new girl, still reveling in one of the most life-changing experiences a woman can have. My body aches all over, but this time, it’s for the right reasons and in all the right places. I’m still coming down off the high, although I wish I could stay there forever.