The Omen of Bloodwood

4

Chapter Four

His words struck me with the force of a physical blow. Heat. I had only heard whispers of it in the Bloodwood pack. It was rare meant only for the most powerful wolves and fated mates. They said it was a primal desperate need that consumed your entire being. Now that burning need was tearing me apart from the inside out.

I whined and arched my back again. The snow beneath me was slush now melted by the unnatural fever raging through my skin. Every nerve ending was on fire begging for a touch I did not understand. The pain at my core was a heavy agonizing throb demanding release.

"Please Torin," I gasped my voice breaking. I gripped his broad shoulders clutching at him like a lifeline. "I cannot take it. It hurts so much."

His golden eyes were completely gone replaced by pitch black voids of pure primal lust. His massive chest heaved with deep ragged breaths. He was fighting his own wolf. He was trying to be gentle when his entire nature was screaming at him to take what was his. The scent of rain and crushed mint on him became overwhelming choking out my fear and leaving only a consuming desire.

"It is not a choice little wolf," Torin growled his voice a deep rough vibration that sent a jolt of arousal straight to my core. "If I do not mark you you will burn up from the inside. Your wolf is too strong for your human body to hold alone during the first heat."

He moved over me. His raw naked weight settled between my thighs pressing against the center of my heat. I cried out not from pain but from a sudden sharp spike of intense pleasure. My hips moved on their own searching for more of that contact.

Torin let out a low feral sound. He tore the remaining wet rags of my shirt away leaving me completely exposed to the freezing night air and his burning gaze. I should have been ashamed. I should have been terrified. But I only felt a desperate impatient need.

His large hot hands roamed over my body. Wherever he touched the burning pain in my skin soothed for a fraction of a second only to flare up hotter the moment he moved his hand away. He was mapping me claiming me with his touch.

He leaned down and buried his face in the crook of my neck. His breath was scorching on my skin. He licked the pulsing vein right where his mark would soon be. I cried out my head snapping back into the snow. The touch of his wet tongue on my sensitive skin was almost too much to bear.

"I am going to save you Lyra," Torin whispered against my throat. "But you will belong to me forever. Do you understand?"

I nodded frantically unable to form words. I did not care about forever. I only cared about stopping this terrible beautiful burn.

Torin did not wait any longer. He grabbed my hips and drove into me in one powerful stroke.

A scream tore from my throat. It was not pain. It was pure explosive pleasure. It felt like the ground beneath us shattered. The intense agonizing pressure in my core finally broke open releasing a tidal wave of ecstasy so powerful I completely lost sight of where I ended and he began.

He moved within me with aggressive primal dominance. He was not gentle. He was a beast claiming his mate. He struck deep taking me over and over. Every thrust sent white hot sparks behind my eyes and made my wolf howled in total submission. I was crying I was screaming I was completely and utterly undone.

I gripped his back my nails sinking into his hard muscle as my first c****x rushed over me. It was so intense I thought my heart was going to stop.

Torin felt the change in my body. He let out a loud guttural roar and slammed into me one final time. He filled me completely with his heat and his seed sealing our bond on the snow covered ground.

The raging fire in my blood instantly cooled to a warm pleasant buzz. The exhaustion hit me like a physical weight. My eyes fluttered closed and I slumped back into the melted slush safe in his arms.

A sudden furious howl ripped through the quiet night air cutting off my moment of peace. It was not Kaelen. This howl was deeper older and filled with a chilling authority that made even Torins muscles lock up over me.

Torin snapped his head up toward the deep woods of his own territory. His golden eyes were wide with sudden panic.

"The Elders," Torin whispered. "They know I have you. And they are coming to kill you themselves."