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Chapter 30: NEEDY

HARDIN

I was expecting anything but this.

Elara’s lips crashed into mine with desperate hunger, like I was the only thing she’d been craving all night. My body locked up in shock, the kind of shock that hit you so hard. For a split second I went completely numb, too stunned to even touch her back. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

She sucked my upper lip into her mouth, her tongue twisting against mine with raw need. The heat between us exploded. Lyon surged forward, feeding the fire with low, approving growls. "Take her," he urged, his voice thick with need. "She’s ours. The bond wants this." His fur brushing wildly along the inside of my stomach, sending hot flutters racing through my veins, igniting the heat immensely.

Goddess help me.

I wanted her so fucking baldly, right here and right now, so much it hurt. My brain screamed that this was terrible timing, she was still hurt, still burning up from whatever the hell was happening to her, but the mate bond drowned out reason. It only poured gasoline on the fire.

I fought to stay in control, but my body betrayed me. My hand slipped behind her waist, yanking her closer. Before I knew it, I lifted her off the bed and settled her on my lap until she was straddling me, her hot core grinding hard against my aching cock. My eyes burned red with the force of it.

"Fuck, Elara," I growled, fingers threading through her hair to grip the back of her neck, holding her exactly where I needed her.

"Hardin... I want you," she moaned into the kiss, gripping fistfuls of my hair as she rocked against me harder, shameless and needy.

The friction nearly broke me, dragging a rough groan from my throat. I knew I should stop. This was dangerous and so damn wrong. Aaron’s face flashed in my mind. He is the one person I still gave a damn about in the entire pack. And this woman grinding helplessly on my lap was supposed to be his woman. Hell, I was the one who pushed the idea of marrying Enor into the family for the pack even though I knew what it meant. And here I was, ready to betray him. The guilt twisted sharp in my gut like a blade, but it only made the hunger burn hotter.

But my hands were already moving anyway. They slid behind her back, unhooking her bra with a quick snap. My mouth trailed down to the sensitive skin of her neck, sucking and biting hard enough to mark, drawing another breathless moan from her lips just as I palmed her full breast, thumb rolling over her stiff nipple. She felt perfect. Heavy and warm in my hand. This was the fourth time I’d imagined exactly how she’d fill in my palm, and reality made my cock twitch painfully against her.

"Call my name again, freckles..." My voice rolled out in a harsh feral sound.

"Hardin," she gasped, the sound raw and needy like pure music. It went straight to my dick.

Fuck. I loved the way she moaned my name. I loved how the fever was making her wild and desperate, grinding on me like she’d die if I didn’t fill her. For the first time in years, I was ready to go against my own brother. The guilt gnawed deeper at my gut... You selfish bastard. This is Aaron’s mate now, I cursed myself, but it wasn’t enough to make me stop. Not when she was this wet and hot against me.

I shifted, laying her back down on the tiny bed. I was too big to fit properly beside her, so my legs hung off the edge. I didn’t care. I braced myself over her, staring straight into her eyes, searching for any sign that she wasn’t fully aware of what she was doing. I saw her clearly now. Yeah, she wasn’t drunk. She wasn’t out of her mind.

This was the same fierce girl who had shoved me out of her room earlier tonight. And now all I could think about was burying myself deep inside her and fucking her until neither of us could move and then she’d probably plead to accept the mate bond by morning.

She lifted her hand slowly to my face, caressing it like she was trying to memorize every inch of me. One of her fingers slid over my lower lip, her eyes following the movement with something deeper than desire, something that almost felt like possession.

"How badly do you want me?" I asked, my voice low and rough.

She didn’t answer. Instead, she brought her other hand to my lips, the same one I’d wrapped with my shirt earlier, though it had loosened now. My eyes followed the motion. That’s when I saw it. My expression tightened as I grabbed her wrist and pulled it closer. "The wound..." I murmured, staring at her palm. "It’s gone? How the hell did that happen?"

She tried to pull away, her other hand gripping my arm. "Just kiss me, Hardin," she whispered, almost desperate.

I tightened my hold. "Did you shift tonight?" My voice turned sharp with so much urgency. "Is that what this is? You lost control and hurt yourself, didn’t you?"

She said nothing, but the haze in her eyes had cleared. If she shifted... then she wasn’t human. Not like her father claimed.

What the hell was Raymond hiding?

Before I could push further, Elara yanked her hand free and tried to scramble off the bed. I didn’t let her get far. I sat up fast, pulled her back against me, and caught her wrist again, this time holding it firm so she couldn’t try to run away again.

"What the fuck happened, Elara?" I demanded, my voice rougher. "I’m not letting you go until you give me an answer."

She didn’t get the chance to respond. A sharp, brutal pain tore through my chest like a sharp knife. "Shit..." My hand flew to it, gripping hard.

Something’s up, dude, Lyon’s voice cut in. I think it’s your brother.

"Hardin," Elara said quickly, her hand covering mine quickly. "What’s wrong?"

Another wave hit me stronger this time. I sucked in a breath, letting go of her as I pushed to my feet. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

"I need to call Aaron," I said, already reaching for my phone.