Chiselle
Others will you to kill you.”
The air in the room changed
The quiet wasn’t quiet anymore. It was loaded. Alive Every shadow seemed to pulse with hidden eyes. Every breath I took felt like it might be my last before everything changed again.
I stared at him, heart in my throat.
“Why?” Lasked. “Why me?”
He shook his head, jaw clenched so tightly I could hear the grind of his teeth. “Because you’re special, Jiselle. The white wolf. The one the legends talked about. And whether you believe it or not, your power is already waking up”
My fingers trembled
The dagger Bastain had given me pulsed faintly on my hip. The memory of Max’s voice haunted the back of my mind. They’ll kill you for what you are
I closed my eyes.
Let the storm pass through me.
And when I opened them, I looked at Nate–my mate, my anchor–and I said, “Then let them come.”
For a heartbeat, he didn’t move.
Didn’t speak.
But something shifted in his eyes.
Not anger
Not fear
Hunger
A flicker of something ancient. Primal. Like the wolf inside him had heard those words and risen to attention. My words weren’t just defiance–they were a challenge. A vow. And they lit something in him I’d only seen glimpses of before.
He stepped closer, slowly, deliberately, like I was something sacred he couldn’t tear his eyes from. His gaze roamed over my face, down to my lips, then lower still, like he was rediscovering me all over again.
“Nate…” I breathed.
But I didn’t pull back.
I didn’t want to.
His hand came up, brushing hair back from my cheek. His fingers lingered there, trailing along my jaw like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to touch me–but desperate to
“I’ve waited so long,” he murmured, his voice barely more than a growl. “Too long.”
And then that memory I had accidentally shared, sparked between us again, alive and burning.
His breath hitched.
My heart stopped.
His lips ghosted across mine. “You shared that with me. Didn’t you?”
“I didn’t mean to,” I whispered, trembling now. “I didn’t mean to send itdo you.”
“But you did.” His voice was hoarse now. Rough with something unspeakable. “And moon help me…. I want it back. I want all of it”
And then he kissed me.
He moved before I even realized I had. One moment, the space between us was thick with tension, and the next, his mouth was on mine–hot, desperate, demanding. His hands gripped my waist and yanked me against him like he needed to feel every inch of me to believe I was real
I gasped into the kiss, my fingers flying up to Successfully unlocked ng. I didn’t want slow. I didn’t want soft. I
wanted him Needed him. All of him.
His tongue slid into my mouth, claiming, coaxing, teasing. I whimpered, pressing my body harder against his, I could feel the way he held back, even now, his hands trembling slightly like he didn’t trust himself not to break me
So I broke the space between us first.
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“Don’t hold back,” I whispered against his lips. “I can take it.”
His growl rumbled straight through me.
The sound was guttural, feral–his wolf pushing through–and then he kissed me again, rougher now, deeper. My legs hit the back of the couch and we tumbled together. His hands were everywhere–gripping my thighs, cupping my face, sliding under my shirt to feel my skin. I felt like I was on fire. Like I was being consumed from the inside out.
His mouth trailed from my lips down my throat, his tongue dragging along the curve of my collarbone. My back arched, offering him more. He took it. Sucked. Nipped. His teeth scraped the soft skin of my shoulder and I moaned, loud and helpless.
He growled again, pulling away just long enough to yank my shirt over my head. His eyes devoured me. And then his hands found the clasp of my bra and he made quick work of it, pushing the straps down and baring me to him.
“Jiselle,” he whispered, his voice cracking. “Moon, you’re-”
“Yours,” I said, breathless.
That was all it took.
His mouth closed around one of my nipples, his tongue circling, teasing, flicking until I was panting beneath him. His hand kneaded the other breast, fingers skilled, confident, reverent. He switched sides, his mouth lavishing attention while his other hand slid down my torso, caressing my stomach and my hips.
My thighs parted instinctively, and he growled again when he felt how wet I was through my shorts.
His fingers found the waistband and slid inside, teasing me over my underwear until I whimpered, hips rolling toward him in silent plea.
“Please,” I gasped.
He didn’t make me beg.
My shorts were gone in a blur, tossed somewhere across the room, and then my underwear followed. I was completely bare beneath him, trembling, flushed, aching.
His hand slid between my thighs again and this time, he didn’t tease.
One finger slid into me, and I moaned as my head fell back against the couch and my back arched. He curled it inside me, hitting that perfect spot immediately, and I cried out as my thighs shook.
“So tight,” he murmured, pressing a second finger inside me. “So perfect.”
“Nate,” I whimpered, already spiraling.
He pumped his fingers slowly, building me up with maddening precision, his thumb circling my clit with just enough pressure to make me tremble.
“Come for me,” he whispered against my neck. “Let me feel it.”
I shattered.
My cry echoed in the room as I clenched around his fingers, my body convulsing with pleasure so sharp it almost hurt.
He kissed me through it, swallowed my cries, held me as I came undone in his arms. But he wasn’t done.
He stood, shedding his shirt and pants in record time. My eyes drank him in–broad chest, sculpted abs, the V of his hips leading down to the thick length already hard and ready for me.
His eyes darkened.
And then he was on me again.
He lifted me easily, his arms strong beneath my thighs as he pinned me to the wall. The cool surface shocked my overheated skin, but all I could focus on was the way he lined himself up, the way his tip teased my entrance.
Then with one deep, thrust he filled me, and it felt like the first time all over again.
He was deep. Full. Perfect.
He was big. Thicker than I remembered. Stretching me to my limit and filling every inch. My nails dug into his back, and he growled again, snapping his hips forward.
My cry echoed in his ear.
He set a rhythm that was punishing and delicious, each thrust sending a jolt of pleasure up my spine. The wall shook behind us. The air was thick with heat and breath and the sound of skin meeting skin.
His lips found mine again, kissing me like he was trying to memorize the taste.
“This, he growled, thrusting harder. “No one else. Only me.”
“Yes,” I moaned. “Only you.”
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He hit deeper, harder, one hand gripping my ass while the other held me tight, his mouth trailing down to my chest again. He bit–gently–just above my heart, and I felt my orgasm coming like á tidal wave.
“I’m close,” I gasped.
“Me too,” he groaned, his thrusts growing erratic.
He reached between us, thumb finding my clit again, rubbing fast, and I exploded around him. My cry was broken, guttural, shattering.
He followed, thrusting deep one last time, spilling inside me with a hoarse cry of my name.
We collapsed onto the couch, tangled together, our chests heaving.
He buried his face in my neck, still inside me, still holding me like I might disappear.
“You’ve never…,” I whispered.
“Never,” he said roughly. “Not like this. Not with anyone. Only you.”
I believed him.
Because I had never felt like this with anyone either. Not even Max. Especially not Max. What Nate and I just shared–it wasn’t just sex. It was a claiming. A merging. A promise.
He kissed my temple.
And I whispered, “So now what?”
He looked at me, eyes soft and fierce all at once.
“Now,” he said, “we survive.”
