Wolf Bound (Fated) By Jenival Writes

Chapter 12

Amber wanted to argue with the insistent voice within her, but she was in too much pleasure. There was no reason to argue or try to convince herself otherwise, she reasoned within herself. She has come this far, and this moment did feel right, as though it was meant to be. Callum’s scent slammed into her nose, making her cl itoris throb. She’d never get enough of the way he brought her to life, of how amazing he made her feel.

“D amn, Amber honey, you feel so good. So good to be true.” His voice was h o ar se, the words thick with lust as he clasped her hips, holding her in place. “Hold on, honey. I’m about to make you scream.”

Then he was moving in and out, forceful and steady. Each spear into her vagina hit a sweet spot, making heat build in her belly. Her nails scraped along his a ss, urging him on as she lifted her hips to meet his thrusts. Just when she thought she’d Tall over the edge, he brought his hand between their bodie s and found her cl it, clever fingers pinching and ma**aging the bundle of nerves.

He pulled out and returned-harder this time and she cried out, rotating her pelvis, reaching for the ecstasy only he could give her. Two more thrusts and the expert glide of his fingers sent her soaking pu ssy clamping, squeezing, soaring. She fought for breath, consumed by the fire that spread through her body as he moved faster. Electric p rickl es went from her p ussy to her stomach, working their way up her torso. Her nipples were more sensitive now, making the pressure of his chest against hers almost unbearable.

When the last spasms faded, she sagged against the pillows. To her shock he pulled her up and rolled her over, situating her on her hands and knees.

“Not yet,” he whispered, lining up his c ock and carefully edging back into her.

He thrust hard, forcing her toward the head of the bed. She grasped the rails on the headboard, using them for balance, biting her lip as the agonizing fire in her mark increased, Callum moved over her, trapping her beneath him. She felt him move her hair aside, his lips whispering over her shoulder. Then she felt his tongue bathing the marked area, the flicks soft

but insistent.

His teeth sank deeply into her marked skin and she cried out at the sharp, piercing pain-pleasure that was enveloping her.

“You are Mine” Callum growled, the word mu ff led by his lips against her flesh.

One last thrust and she felt his hard length jerking inside her as the hot splash of his seed filled her p ussy. This set her off again as she came for the hundredth time. Still, he didn’t release her. He kept biting harder into her mark while hammering into her with so much force that her knees began to tremble. And then, in a flash, the burn at the nape of her neck vanished. There was no ache, no horrible pric kling sensation, and no burn. It just vanished. She wanted to dissect it, but her body and mind were too tired to do so while she was trying to remain upright.

Callum went still for a moment, his chest heaving against her back while his sweat-slicked skin rubbed against her. She hissed when he pulled his teeth from her shoulder, leaving behind a dull throb. He murmured something she couldn’t make out and laved the sore area with his tongue, taking his time to soothe the battered flesh. A part of her wanted to hide her face in the pillows when he pulled his c ock from her aching care. She whimpered, unprepared for how sore she felt. Her pu ssy pulsed, ailing from the rough use, although she wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

He fell to his side and took her with him, spooning her much smaller frame with his. Their labored breathing filled the silence of the room, hard exhalations slowly evening out. Now that the sexual haze was gone, she was embarra**ed by her behavior. BuyGeneath the embarra**ment, there was a level of contentment and peace. The way he held her made her feel safe, the smooth brush of his fingers over her hip rea**uring.

“It’s time for you to rest,” Callum instructed sofily. “Cause I’m not yet finished with you.”

Closing her eyes, Amber basked in his touch and the heat of his body. This night belonged to them. Tomorrow she would ask questions and accept the consequences of her actions. She’d always done as she was told as a child, behaving like the good girl her parents expected her to be. For one evening she would embrace what she’d always wanted but had never experienced.

She’d explore everything Callum wanted to show her.

Chapter 12

And she’d enjoy every minute of it.

But by tomorrow, she would know if she had made the best decision of her life or the worst.

Jade Worth stepped out of her car in a fury, banging the driver’s side door as she did. Swiping strands of hair away from her face, she marched toward Ink Stone. Her best friend had called her forty-five minutes ago and she had been in a panic, terrified of something she’d done. Amber had begged Jade to tell her parents she was fine. But before Jade could ask any questions, the call had ended.

That s hit didn’t fly. Not when it came to her.

Amber was always reliable, it was the primary reason they’d always been close. Jade was the one with the volatile lifestyle, taking things as they cane at her. So, when Amber called her acting all weird and s hit, she knew something was wrong and she refused to just sit back and hope for the best. She was going to get some answers, even if Amber had begged her not to do anything And she was going to start with the weird tattoo parlor Amber had suddenly become obsessed with in the last few weeks,

She yanked the parlor door open and stepped inside.

So flipping what! A werewolf tattoo shop.

What was so special about that?

Amber had always been fascinated by the supernatural. Why? Jade had no idea. Humans didn’t mingle with werewolves or vampires. It wasn’t safe. It wasn’t normal. Rational people didn’t venture to Cold County.

Leave it to Amber to start a new trend.

Although she approached the counter with a confident stride, a pang of fear clattered inside her chest. This wasn’t home, this was wolf territory. She shrugged the notion and her fear aside, relying on her anger and worry instead. Amber needed. her. If not, she’d never have contacted Jade so late at night. She needed to find out where Amber was and make sure her

friend was safe.

“D amn it,” a deep, masculine voice yelled from the back. “We’re not open. Come back during business hours.”

Displaying more bravado than she felt, she hollered. The open sign is on and the door wasn’t locked. I need to speak to a member of this establishment.

Curses rang from the back of the building, and she heard a chair creak against the floor. She braced herself, pulse racing, her breath coming our in stilted gasps. No one could make her do anything she didn’t want to do. Mortal police were weaker than supernatural law enforcement, but they didn’t back down. Not when it came to their people. She relied on that fact, even as fight-or-flight instincts kicked in.

Sh it! She was going to be strong no matter what. She was going to be strong for Amber,

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