GABRIELLE

I screamed into the pillow when my center was impaled from behind, my legs spread wide, and my trembling fists clenched onto the sheets.

Dominated by the full weight of my mate pressing down on my back, mounting me like a wolf in heat.

My moans were muffled by the fabric, blending with Quinn's deep growls vibrating against my nape as he obsessively licked it.

I knew he was going to mark me, and my being called out to his with desperation.

"Quinn..." I moaned, my voice muffled, as his thrusts turned savage, his thick shaft stretching every muscle inside my core, the boundary between painful pleasure blurring in my mind.

I shattered into a million pieces of ecstasy as I reached a mind-blowing orgasm, feeling his lycan canines sink deep into my nape and his cock knotting me, filling me with his seed until my belly felt swollen.

In my turbulent mind, the image of a wolf began to take shape—I knew it was Quinn’s wolf spirit calling out to me, howling.

The mark was temporary; I no