Gone with the Wolf - By Kristin Miller Page 0,60

dropped back. A tumbling wave of ecstasy crashed over Emelia, dragging her to the edge of release. “Oh, Drake, yes!”

“I want more.” Drake softly kissed her breasts, nipping and licking, leaving a scorching trail of wet heat behind. “Tell me you’re mine.”

She rolled her hips slowly, fighting the urge to pound against him and drive him deeper inside her. “I’m yours.”

“That’s it.” As a gust of wind swept over the car, Emelia’s hair flew wildly about her face. Catching the flying strands of blond, Drake yanked her head back and exposed her neck. He claimed her with his mouth, smudged kisses down her neck, sucked and bit at her shoulder. He thrust deep inside, plunging deeper than Emelia thought possible.

The wind whipped around them harder, and as rain began to sprinkle Emelia’s face, the thrill of the night overtook her. She rode Drake hard, gasping, begging, grinding her hips over him mercilessly. The harder she pounded her hips over him, the tighter he gripped her. The sight of Drake sprinkled with sweat and rain, his dark hair plastered to his forehead, his muscles flexing and pulsing…it was too much.

She wanted to cry out at the sheer bliss of the moment. She wanted to scream. Claim Drake Wilder as her own. She wanted to growl and claw and bite, which was all kinds of crazy considering she’d never experienced such primal impulses before.

“I want to bond with you, Emelia,” he bit out, swaying her hips in a torturous rhythm.

“You are bonding with me.” She kissed him, slipping her tongue past his lips, desperate to taste more of his mouth.

“No,” he said, in between gasps of air. “I want to complete the bond with you. I want you to be my Luminary.”

She stilled, aware of every falling drop of rain, every twitch and pulse of his shaft in her core, every stuttering heartbeat.

“There’s something else, too.” Drake gripped her sides, holding her still over the top of him.

“Give it to me.”

“I was wrong about not being able to have children. I was lied to.” He gazed deep into her eyes, catching her heart. “We don’t have to, if you don’t want to, but at least we’ll have the choice.”

“You mean we could start a family someday?” She tasted the sweetness of the words. “Oh, Drake, yes. I wanted to be with you, for us to be together, with or without children. I’d planned to tell you tonight. But now…my heart is bursting. I couldn’t ask for anything more.”

The passion in his kiss increased until Emelia thought she’d melted into him, her skin heated up and scorched through.

“What will the bonding mean?” she asked, beginning to move her hips once more. “We’ll be married?”

“Yes.” A throaty moan escaped him. “It’s a werewolf’s equivalent of marriage, but if you want a traditional ceremony after this, we can arrange it. But not now.”

“No.” She bit her lip, sliding her wet breasts against his chest, craving the contact. “Not now.”

Would she even want a marriage ceremony? She wasn’t sure of much when his body was beneath hers this way. But she knew she wanted a future with Drake—a family, home, and children just like him. No wait, their children would be a meshing of the both of them. Wild meshed with reserve. Smart with savvy. It’d be perfect.

“I’ll love you forever,” Drake said, and raised her hand to meet his. “Palm to palm, heart to heart, from this day forward, we shall never part.”

“That was beautiful.” She kissed him. “I love you, too.”

“Say it,” he whispered.

“Palm to palm, heart to heart…” She shuddered. “From this day forward, we shall never part.”

As the words left her lips, Drake kissed her with all the passion he had inside. Emelia could feel his offering, though she couldn’t explain how. She matched it, pinching her eyes shut, giving every last ounce of her heart and soul to him. His tongue swept into her mouth as his shaft swelled inside her. In that instant, Emelia’s soul shattered into a thousand brilliant pieces, sparkling through her body like shooting stars in the night sky. Drake cried out, clutching on to Emelia’s back, plunging his tongue past her lips, thrusting deep, so deep inside.

They had become one. Emelia knew it with every heavy thump of her heart.

They were bonded.

Emelia, Drake said, his voice husky.

“Yes.”

Look at me.

She opened her eyes, held the gaze of her life-mate, and smiled. “Yes?”

I promise to take care of you like the queen you are, he said, though his