until I’m clenched around the base of him again. I skim my lips over his jaw and then bite his neck, leaving satisfying imprints of my teeth in his beautiful bronze skin. I push against his chest with my palms and sit up so I can lift my hips and drop them back down over and over again.
Our eyes are locked on each other, heated and intense, and I fucking love the worship and pleasure pouring out of his molten chocolate gaze. He calls out my name, and the sound of it on his lips spurs me on. I grab his hands where they’re gripping my waist and move his palms up to my breasts. I knead them over his hands until he starts touching me exactly the way I want him to, and I drop a hand down to play with my clit as I ride my Wolf with wild abandon.
I cry out as he pinches my nipples hard, and I rub my clit faster, causing the tingles in my limbs to move into my core ready and waiting to explode out again.
“Fuck, you feel good, Wolf,” I tell him, and with that, he thrusts up into me and practically howls out his release.
I grind down onto him, and just as I’m about to go over the edge, pain punches me right in the chest, and my lungs deflate from the force of it. I collapse on Torrez with a whimper, and I realize through the fog of searing, white hot burning, that every muscle in Torrez’s body is taught and strained and probably experiencing the same brutal hurt that I am right now. I can’t move, and if I don’t get air to inflate my lungs soon, I’m going to pass out. Torrez screams out, but it quickly turns into a snarl, and in the back of my mind, I wish I could comfort him, but I’m just as fucked right now as he is.
Between my strangled cries, I try to tell myself that this is good. I’m hurting because the bond with him is working, and his runes are searing themselves exactly where they always should have been. I didn’t fuck up the connection. I wish I could feel relief about that right now, but all I feel is pain, and it seems like it’s lasting way longer than it did when I got my first Chosen runes. I bite down on another wave of agony and taste blood in my mouth. I know I’m not going to die, but I know I’m reaching the threshold of what my body can take.
Arms wrap around me, and I scream, not able to hold it in anymore. I’m faintly aware of the fact that Torrez is still deep inside of me, and with that thought, I hear Torrez say something to me, and then I feel his teeth sink into my arm. An orgasm shoots through me, battling the white hot pain in my body for my attention. It’s too much, the feel of so many conflicting sensations in one body, and I feel myself rapidly shutting down before everything blinks black.
I feel like I’m underwater. Everything sounds muffled and fuzzy. I can hear my heart beating steadily in my chest and feel an echo of pain that’s resonating in every inch of my body. I release a small moan that seemed to be trapped in my throat, and Torrez brushes damp hair out of my face and tenderly kisses my lips.
“Fuck, you scared me,” he tells me, and it’s almost as if I can taste his worry on the back of my tongue.
“That was the weirdest orgasm in the history of orgasms. Never do that again,” I croak, and Torrez laughs and helps me sit up in his lap.
The realization of what just happened flashes through me, and I look down at my shaky hands in panic. A new black rune sits on the knuckle of my ring finger, and it’s a perfect match to the rune that sits under the eight-pointed star on Torrez’s ring finger. I breathe out a sigh of relief and quickly go through the checklist to make sure everything is working as it should. I tap into Torrez’s rune in the line of runes on my head behind my ear.
“Can you hear me?” I ask, and his eyes go wide.
“Did we form a pack link?” he asks me in shock. “I didn’t know that could happen with mates that had different magic,” he