Skin against skin, everywhere, finally, and the bond flared so hard under my ribs that for a second I genuinely could not see.
I braced on my forearms.
"Look at me."
She did.
And I pushed in.
Slowly. As slowly as a man can do anything with his mate under him and his wolf screaming to mark her.
Martha's mouth fell open and no sound came out at all. Her spine bowed off the sheets, her nails went into my shoulders, and she gasped for air like she had come up from underwater.
I stopped.
Every muscle in my body locked.
"Breathe."
"I'm—" She swallowed. "Give me a second."
"Take an hour."
‘Please do not take an hour. We will die. I will simply die in this bed and you will have to explain it to the pack.’ Oliver whined.
And he was right. f*****g right. We were going to die.
I stayed
