My Fiance is Sleeping With My Step Sister

Chapter 72

Devon’s hand never left mine as he pulled me closer, his thumb brushing circles against my skin like he was trying to ground me. The fire inside me hadn’t fully settled since the shift. Every now and then it sparked, a soft heat crawling up my arms, flickering like embers beneath my skin. He didn’t flinch. He didn’t pull away. He only looked at me as if I was something he had been waiting for all his life.

I swallowed hard, my chest rising and falling too fast. “You’re not afraid?” My voice cracked, fragile even though I tried to keep it steady.

His lips curved into that half-smile that always unraveled me. “Of you? Never. You could set this entire place on fire and I’d still walk into the flames.”

The words made me ache. Not in the way pain does but in the way longing does when it wraps itself so tight around your ribs you can hardly breathe. I felt my fire flare under my skin again, a soft glow trailing across my collarbone. Devon’s eyes followed it like it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

He cupped my cheek, tilting my face up so I couldn’t look anywhere but at him. “You’re mine, Addy. Fire, scars, every part of you. And I’ll keep proving that to you until you believe it.”

I broke then, pressing my lips to his, tasting the heat of his words still lingering there. His kiss wasn’t gentle this time—it was deep, rough, pulling me closer until my body melted against his. My fire sparked again, dancing along my arms, licking at his shirt where our bodies pressed.

I tried to pull away, panicked, but Devon growled against my lips and tightened his hold. “Don’t,” he muttered, his voice husky. “Let it out. Let me feel you.”

My fire flared, curling around us like ribbons of heat. The flames didn’t burn him. They wrapped around his body the way my arms did, like the bond itself had become fire. He kissed me harder, pushing me backward until my knees hit the edge of the bed. I fell back, my hair spilling like a dark wave across the sheets, and Devon hovered over me, his eyes molten with need.

“Look at you,” he murmured, brushing his thumb across my lips before kissing me again, slower this time, dragging it out. “My fire wolf.”

The words set something loose inside me. My legs wrapped around his waist on instinct, pulling him down, pressing him against me where I needed him most. He groaned, low and rough, his hips rolling into mine. Heat shot through me, my fire sparking brighter, lighting up the room in faint bursts.

His lips trailed down my throat, biting, sucking, marking me as his. I gasped when his teeth grazed my skin, pleasure burning through me just as fierce as the fire pulsing from my veins. My fingers tangled in his hair, tugging him closer, and his growl rumbled against my skin like thunder.

“More,” I whispered, desperate, arching into him.

He gave me more. His hands slid down my body, tracing the curves he already knew so well, peeling away fabric until there was nothing between us but heat and need. The moment his skin met mine, the flames surged higher, wrapping around us like a shield. Devon kissed me like he wanted to consume me, like there was no tomorrow, and I kissed him back just as wild.

When he finally pushed inside me, I cried out, the bond snapping tighter, the fire flaring so bright it felt like the whole world should have seen it. Devon buried his face in my neck, groaning as he moved, slow at first, then faster, harder, his body slamming into mine with a rhythm that drove me insane.

I met him thrust for thrust, nails clawing at his back, dragging down his skin, marking him as much as he marked me. He didn’t slow. He didn’t hold back. His eyes burned into mine every time he pulled back, like he wanted me to see everything he felt love, hunger, devotion, obsession.

The flames around us pulsed with every movement, heating the room, filling it with light. But it wasn’t destructive. It was alive. It was ours.

“Say it,” he groaned, thrusting harder, making me cry out his name.

“I’m yours,” I gasped, my body trembling, fire bursting out of me in uncontrollable waves. “Always yours.”

He growled, kissing me hard, swallowing my moans as he drove me higher, rougher, until the bond between us burned white-hot, until I shattered in his arms. My fire exploded, a ring of flames circling the bed, flickering wildly before settling back into embers.

Devon followed me over the edge, his roar vibrating through the room as he spilled inside me, his body collapsing against mine. His weight pinned me down, grounding me, making me feel safe even as the last sparks of my fire faded into my skin.

We lay there tangled together, my chest still rising too fast, my body trembling from more than just release. Devon pressed kisses to my shoulder, my collarbone, my lips, his touch softer now.

“You’ll never scare me,” he whispered against my hair. “Not with fire, not with anything. You’re mine, Addy. Always.”

I closed my eyes, letting myself believe it, letting myself sink into the warmth of his arms. For the first time in a long time, the fire inside me didn’t feel like a curse. It felt like a bond. It felt like home.