CHAPTER 84: _ CRAZY HEAT

Warning: Mature Content Ahead

Their mouths collide in a long liquid kiss.

He growls into her mouth, and oh... how much she loves how the sound vibrates through her bones. His hand fists in her hair, yanking her head back so he can kiss her deeper and rougher, like he wants to devour her.

And Heidi—godammit, Heidi... she wants to be devoured.

Her hands roam his body without a second thought, clawing at his back, and tracing every ridge of his muscle. His own hands drag down her sides, gripping her waist, her hips, pulling her tighter, as though he’d fuse her to him if he could.

The kiss breaks only because they need air, but Amias doesn’t let her go. He trails his lips down her throat, sucking, and tracing lines across it with his lips like he’s preparing it for something, until she gasps his name like a prayer.

"Amias. I can’t... I can’t stop wanting you."

Her legs wrap around his waist, and he lifts her without effort, slamming her back against a tree so hard the bark splinters.

"You have no idea, Heidi. You have no idea how I’ve waited for you without even knowing it. I could devour you whole right here in these woods." He scoffs into her mouth,

Bark digs into her shoulders from the way he slams her against that bark, but she barely feels it. Her wolf is screaming in delight, drunk on the roughness, the burn, and the rightness of it.

Heidi can’t believe Amias Bellamy... the cold, unreadable, angry king is driven to madness by desire for her.

She cries out as the twigs scrape her bare skin, but it’s not in pain, but in thrill. Because it doesn’t hurt anymore. Her wolf is alive, awake, fueling her, and all she feels is exhilaration.

"Get it through your head. You. Are. Mine."Amias snarls against her skin, biting hard enough to bruise.

"Yes," she gasps before she can stop herself. "Yours."

Her wolf howls in satisfaction.

Her fingers tangle in his silvery hair, tugging hard enough to make him groan. His hands roam shamelessly down her back, gripping her thighs, squeezing the bareness of them, and lifting her higher against him.

Oh, Heidi is losing her senses in the molten waves of pleasure. For tonight, she knows she will love this swarthy virile man like the world is ending with them.

She has no idea what makes his touch and need feel way more special. Could it be because he’s older? Could it be because her wolf is awake, and their fated status has now been confirmed? Unleashed?

By the gods... What she is super sure of is how gone they both were, lost in the passionate tide overtaking them. Before his body, she had succumbed to the narcotic power of his voice and eyes.

The night air is cold but every inch of her skin burns. She gasps as his mouth leaves hers to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses along her jaw, down her throat. His teeth scrape against her pulse and she arches, a ragged cry ripping from her.

Her old self—the Heidi who blushed if a boy smiled too long, would be mortified. She’d be horrified, maybe even terrified, at the wildness of this moment.

But that Heidi doesn’t exist anymore.

This Heidi is a wolf. This Heidi is stronger, wilder, untamed. And this Heidi craves every second of it.

Her laugh breaks breathlessly through the night. "God, Amias, what are we even doing?"

He growls against her neck. "Not enough."

She chuckles, even as she moans, nails dragging down his back hard enough to leave streaks. "You’re insane."

"Then you’re worse." His mouth crushes hers again.

They crash together through the woods, bodies slamming into trees, snapping branches, and leaving chaos in their wake. The more they stumble, the more they feed the frenzy. They kiss until her lips are swollen, until she’s gasping into his mouth, until she’s laughing at the sheer ridiculousness of how fast everything has spiraled.

And still, neither of them can stop.

His hands leave her waist, dragging a searing trail up her sides, over the swell of her ribs, until his fingers curl around her breasts.

Heidi cries out. It’s a sound that is half-gasp and a half-sob. A shudder runs through her as Amias’s thumbs brush over her nipples. Her entire body ignites, and the heat that was already consuming her now doubles, triples, until she feels like colors are about to explode in her head.

He gives one last growl into her mouth that vibrates through her entire body, and then he breaks the kiss.

"Look at me," he commands in a ragged whisper.

Look at him? Heidi is not sure she still knows how to follow that command. Eyes? What eyes?

Oh... hers.

She opens her eyes, which are half-lidded with desire. He stares back, his silver gaze burning with a need that mirrors her own. Amias trails his hand down her body, his fingers gliding over her flat stomach and then lower, to the delta of her womanhood.

Heidi gasps as her entire body clenches. He growls again in triumph, as his fingers part her, finding her dripping and ready. He circles around her clit, taunting the pink morsels before delving into her. Two of his fingers move in a rhythmic caress that has her whimpering.

"You’re so wet for me," he whispers against her skin, his voice coarse with lust. "I can feel your need, baby. You’ve been a wild thing for a long time, haven’t you?"

A wild thing... guess he could call her that. However, she hasn’t been a wild thing for long. Just two hours ago before she lost her sanity to the wolf beneath her skin...

Hold on a sec... speak of wildness. Could he... could Amias be referring to her night with Darien? Hell no.

He wouldn’t know, would he? Darien wouldn’t tell him, would he?

She doesn’t even have the liberty to ponder longer than thirty seconds before the sea of pleasure drowns her again. Heidi sobs, burying her face in the hollow of his neck. Her wolf is in a frenzy, howling its delight, and reveling in the shameless, wild abandon of the moment. Amias’s mouth covers her breast while his fingers work her hole. He sucks her hard, pulling and biting like a feral lover who has waited his entire life for this taste.

She cries out, throwing her head back. Her body is trembling with a pleasure so intense it’s agonizing. Her own hands tighten in his hair, pulling on the long silver strands.

"Amias... please," she begs, shaking so badly, her boobs dancing along. "Claim me. Please. Right now. I need you. I need you to claim me."

With that, he rips his mouth from her breast, his eyes blazing, and for a moment she thinks he will. She can feel him tense, his hips grinding against hers, but just as her body prepares to meet his, he stops.

Amias steps back, putting space between them. His hands are still on her hips, but his body is still.

Heidi’s eyes fly open in confusion and she whimpers, "No! What are you doing?"