His body jerked in surprise, but he didn’t pull away. He let me.
He wanted me to.
My wolf's teeth broke the skin at the curve of his neck. His blood flooded my mouth. It was like drinking lightning. My entire body lit up, the bond roaring to life between us until I couldn’t tell where I ended and he began.
Calix growled low and deep, his c**k thrusting up into me again as I drank from him, matching his savagery with my own.
He was mine too.
And I would claim him as ruthlessly as he claimed me.
When I finally tore my mouth away, blood smeared my lips, my chin, his skin.
He stared down at me, wild and wrecked, his hand cradling the back of my head like I was the most precious thing he’d ever touched.
“My beautiful, vicious wolf,” he whispered, voice wrecked. “You were made for me.”
