Moonlight Bound

Mine

The moment the ceremony ended, Seth didn’t wait.

He took her hand, blood still warm in his, and pulled her through the shadows of the clearing, past the silent wolves, past the treeline, and straight toward the packhouse.

Neither of them spoke.

Because words weren’t enough anymore.

They climbed the stairs, heartbeats echoing like drums. He shoved open the door to her room and kicked it closed behind them.

The second it latched, he was on her.

His mouth crushed hers, wild and demanding. She gasped, and he took the sound into himself like a man starving.

Her fingers clawed at his shirt, tearing it open down the middle. Buttons scattered. His hands were already dragging the dress over her head, baring every inch of skin he’d dreamed of since the moment he scented her.

She was fire and shadow, all curves and heat, and now—finally—his.

He scooped her into his arms and carried her to the bed, laying her down like something sacred. But the way he looked at her? Pure hunger.

“You sure?” he growled, already dragging off his pants. “Because I won’t hold back this time.”

“I don’t want you to,” she whispered. “I want all of you.”

He leaned over her, muscles taut, eyes glowing gold.

“Then you’ll get it.”

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His mouth claimed her throat first—right over the place where he’d left his mark. She arched into him, her body desperate, already soaked with need. His hands were everywhere, rough and reverent, sliding down her waist, gripping her thighs, spreading her open.

When his fingers slipped between her folds, she cried out, and his voice rumbled against her skin.

“So ready,” he whispered. “So f*****g wet.”

He kissed down her chest, dragging his tongue across each n****e, sucking until she writhed beneath him.

Then he moved lower.

And lower.

Until his mouth was on her.

And she forgot how to breathe.

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MaLeeka moaned, hips rising, thighs trembling as Seth’s tongue worked her slowly—agonizingly. He teased, tasted, devoured. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling hard, but he didn’t stop. Not even when she gasped his name. Not even when her legs shook.

Only when she shattered with a sharp cry did he rise, his face slick, his eyes feral.

“You’re mine,” he growled, positioning himself between her thighs.

“Prove it,” she dared.

With one hard thrust, he did.

She cried out, nails digging into his back. He filled her completely, stretching her, claiming her deeper than before. The bond snapped fully into place—hot, magnetic, eternal.

He moved inside her with power and purpose, hips driving into hers with savage rhythm. Their bodies slammed together, flesh on flesh, heat on heat. The bed creaked, the air thick with sweat and moans.

“Say it,” he rasped, teeth grazing her throat. “Say who you belong to.”

“You,” she gasped. “Seth—Alpha—you.”

He slammed deeper, and her scream tore the air.

They were more than wolf and mate.

They were storm and fire.

Alpha and Luna.

Bonded by blood.

Tied by moonlight.

When they came, it was together—howling into the dark, their wolves echoing the sound beyond the walls. Her body clamped around him, and he emptied into her with a growl of final, perfect possession.

After, they collapsed in tangled sheets, slick with sweat and marked with bite and bruise. His arm wrapped around her, strong and protective.

“You’re mine now,” he whispered against her ear.

“And you’re mine,” she replied, eyes already closing.

For the first time in years, MaLeeka slept.

And for the first time ever… she dreamed of a future.