The tent reeked of s*x and smoke. The furs under her were wet with sweat, blood, and his scent — thick enough that it felt like every breath dragged him deeper into her lungs. The canvas walls shuddered in the night wind, shadows from the bonfires outside flitting across them, but it was Rael’s weight that pinned her down, hauling her conscious with rough violence.
She gasped, sudden understanding thudding against her mind — his c**k was already inside her.
Thick and swollen, and sliding deep with slow, merciless thrusts that hauled her body in rhythm before her mind had even caught up.
“Rael—”
His growl rumbled in her ear, shuddering through her bones. “Good morning, little wolf. Do you think I’d let you sleep without reminding you who you belong to?”
Her throat tightened, heat alr
