Page 93 of Wings of Snow

If another week had truly passed in the day we’d spent at Sven’s cabin, that meant my wedding to Georgyanna was less than two weeks away, and the thought of not having Ilara as my wife until the day I died created a savage darkness to swirl around my soul.

“Come here.” I pulled her toward me.

She readily slipped into my arms, a sour hint entering her scent as the laughter died from her lips. Worry was strumming from her on the bond, probably because she sensed my uneasiness.

My guards left discreetly, talking among themselves as they worked out their schedule for guarding our room. It wasn’t until the door closed behind them and we were truly alone that I allowed myself to crush my mate completely to me.

Minutes passed as I held her, running my hands up and down her back, then around her toned shoulders and over her rounded hips. I buried my face in her neck, taking in her delectable roses and dew scent. She smelled of love, of hope, and of the home I’d never had.

“Are you okay?” she whispered as her fingers stroked through my hair.

“I’m getting better with every second that passes.” I kissed her, needing to taste her lips while soaking up her scent. Her fingers threaded more through the hair on the nape of my neck, and even though I’d meant to kiss her and kiss her only, when she released a soft moan, my cock immediately throbbed.

Within seconds, our kiss turned frantic and raw, as though we both knew that time was running out, and it was possible our joinings would become lost and be a mere memory if my father’s tyrannical plan was able to come to light.

Her breath hitched, and when I backed her against the wall, she readily jumped up to wrap her legs around my waist. I snarled and hooked her ankles at my back, just beneath my wings, as her toe began to caress the right membrane.

My cock threatened to punch through my pants when she gyrated on top of me, all while her toes continued their erotic dance.

“Fuck, yes,” I managed through a hissed breath. I ripped at her clothes, tearing through them with frantic fingers and charged magic. When her naked skin touched me, I stripped my shirt, the material ripping as it caught on my wings. “Must be. Inside you.” My words turned guttural, my thoughts scattered. Her scent. Her feel. Her arousal.

Need her.

Need her.

Need her.

She clawed at the unusual pants I still wore, her worried scent now entirely gone save for the heady musk that clouded me in her arousal.

Need her.

Inside her.

Owning her.

Pounding her.

She didn’t complain when my cock sprang free, and I thrust myself inside her within the same breath. Her back arched, her core tight, hot, and wet. She took my entire length until my shaft was seated completely inside her.

“Yes,” she moaned. “Yes.” She turned feral in my arms, her nails becoming claws and her teeth fangs.

But it wasn’t enough.

I neededmore.

Gripping her, I pounded into her again and again, each thrust hard and long as she took me entirely each time.

Her channel tightened as her arousal swam in the air around me.

Need her.

Need her.

Need her.

Each thought was timed with a thrust until the only thing that mattered in my life, in this realm, in all of existence, was the female in my arms.

“You’re mine, Ilara.Mine.”