Blessed Luna Rising

Chapter 25: Bound in Fire

The moment I whispered those words—I’m yours—everything changed.

A growl ripped from his throat, low and savage, vibrating against my skin. The air around us thickened, charged with something ancient and undeniable.

And then—

He moved.

His lips crashed against mine, hard, demanding, his hands roaming over every inch of me, igniting a fire that consumed. My body arched into him, instinct taking over, my wolf howling in surrender.

There was no hesitation now.

No second-guessing.

Just raw, primal need.

His mouth trailed down my throat, claiming, his teeth grazing over my pulse. I gasped, my fingers threading through his hair, pulling him closer.

“Say it again,” he demanded, his voice rough with barely restrained hunger.

I shuddered as his hands gripped my thighs, spreading me open beneath him.

“I’m yours.”

A vicious growl ripped from his chest, his control snapping.

And then—

He took me.

Hard. Fierce. Unrelenting.

I cried out, my body bowing as he filled me, stretched me, claimed every part of me. It was too much—not enough—everything all at once.

Fire burned in my veins, my wolf thrashing with pleasure, desperate for more.

His grip tightened on my hips, holding me exactly where he wanted me, his body moving with a brutal, punishing rhythm. Each thrust sent shockwaves through me, my breath coming in ragged gasps, my nails digging into his back.

And gods, he was merciless.

“Mine,” he growled against my skin, his teeth scraping over my mark, sending another violent shudder through me. “You feel it, don’t you?”

I did.

The bond was alive, wrapping around us like molten fire, pulling me deeper into his control.

I clung to him, my body breaking apart beneath him, pleasure mounting higher, higher—

Until I shattered.

A sharp cry tore from my lips, pleasure crashing through me in waves, my body trembling, helpless beneath his.

He followed, his own release coming in a low, guttural snarl, his grip bruising as he buried himself deep, locking our bond in place.

And when it was over—when the last aftershocks of pleasure left us boneless, tangled, breathless—I knew there was no going back.

He had claimed me.

I had let him.

And now—

I was his.

Or at least, that’s what I thought.

Because deep inside me, past the pleasure, past the haze of the bond—

Something else stirred.

Something dangerous.

Something that whispered—

This isn’t over yet.