Thor

e toward him, and I tumbled into his embrace, landing softly on the plush mattress. His body was a furnace, the heat seeping thr

on. It was a kiss of ownership, a brutal declaration of power from a king c

finally touching her, and every cell in my body sang in response, a chorus of need and recognition. But my soul

s face in the darkness. His weak smile, the trust

oyance crossing his handsome features. He probably thought I was afraid, or worse, playing some k

heart. It shattered the last, fragile piece of hope I hadn't even known I was holdin

obedient beneath him. But as I surrendered my body, my spirit retr

ery response of its mate, a clash of souls, not just a coupling of bodies. But Ryker, the man, misinterpreted

c was shockingly loud in the quiet room. The moment his skin touched mine, a jolt of pure energy

a certainty that was both triumphant and devastating, that he had never felt this with any other she-wolf. But I also knew how his logical, cynical

his kiss, to claim him as my own. But my bruised pride, my shattered heart, ma

efficient, his every movement driven by a primal instinct he had long suppressed. It wa

, powerful beast inside him was finally soothed, pacified by the presence of its

e my soul was being flayed alive in hell. With every powerful thrust, I could feel the invisible Mate Bond

re of my neck and shoulder to seal the bond, to claim me as his

pened only to be slammed shut in my face. Lyra's keening in my mind was no longer just sorrowful; it was the sound of a spirit being torn

le, hot tear escaped the corner of my eye, tracing a pat

g cold. There was no afterglow, no tender touch, no shared breath. He swung his legs of

, but it was nothing compared to t

was a continuous, heartbroken keen

ainst a cold that was seeping from the inside out. I just had to make it until morning. Get th

ed shape I made on the bed. His expression was unreadable, but I saw a flicker of something

from a case on the nightstand, and lit it. He stood there, a powerful silhou