Moonlight Bound

Marked

The kiss wasn’t soft. It wasn’t gentle.

It was possession—raw and immediate. Seth’s hands gripped her thighs, her waist, pulling her flush against him. Her gasp was swallowed by his mouth, and her claws raked down his back.

She wasn’t prey.

She was fire.

And he burned for her.

“You smell like sin,” she whispered.

“You taste like fate,” he growled.

The mark he left on her neck was more than teeth—it was a promise. A warning. A bond.

Seth devoured her like prey, his mouth slanting over hers with savage hunger. She should have fought him. Should have turned and vanished into the woods like the rogue she was.

But her wolf… didn’t want to run.

MaLeeka gasped against his mouth, her fingers curling in the front of his shirt. He pressed his body flush against hers, and the hard ridge of his arousal left nothing to the imagination. He moved like a man starved, like he’d been waiting a hundred years for her.

His hand tangled in her curls, pulling her head back, exposing the curve of her neck. His lips found her throat, then trailed lower, biting just above the collarbone.

She moaned.

The sound was his undoing.

“You feel it,” he rasped. “The bond. The heat.”

She didn’t answer—but her silence screamed yes.

“Your wolf is calling for mine.” He spun her gently, pressing her back against the tree. One large hand lifted both her wrists above her head, pinning them in place. His breath was hot on her skin, his scent flooding her senses.

“I should throw you out of my land,” he murmured, grinding his hips against her. “But I’d rather keep you right here. Under me. Marked.”

She met his eyes—wild, golden, hungry—and something in her snapped.

“I’m not yours,” she hissed.

“You will be.”

He kissed her again, this time slower, deeper. His free hand moved down her body, tracing every curve until he reached the waistband of her pants. With a flick, he undid them, sliding his fingers beneath the fabric, between her thighs.

She gasped again—this time not in protest.

“You’re soaked,” he growled. “You can lie to yourself, but not to me.”

“Seth—”

“Say it,” he whispered. “Say you belong to me.”

“No—”

His fingers worked her slowly, relentlessly, coaxing her closer to the edge. Her knees trembled, her breath ragged. She hated how easily he unraveled her—but she didn’t stop him.

“Say it, MaLeeka.”

“…I belong to you,” she whispered.

He growled, low and guttural, and she felt the vibration against her skin.

Without a word, he turned her, her palms bracing against the tree bark. She felt his hands on her hips, rough and sure. The sound of his belt unbuckling was the last thing she heard before he entered her—fast, deep, claiming her like he’d dreamed of for weeks.

The forest echoed with the sound of their bodies colliding, the mating heat wrapping around them like fire. He didn’t hold back. She didn’t want him to.

And when it was over, when he spilled inside her with a snarl and she cried out his name beneath the blood moon, she knew the bond had sealed.But when dawn crept over the forest, and the hunger faded, MaLeeka stood over him, naked and wild, and said:

“This changes nothing.”

His golden eyes met hers. “It changes everything.”