Chapter 216: Mating 3 [M]
The moment the cabin door slammed shut, Thorne barely had the presence of mind to lock it before his arms were full of Noelle. A force of nature, desperate and trembling, pressed up against him like he was the only thing keeping him tethered to the earth.
It was all-consuming. Overwhelming.
Noelle’s fingers tangled in Thorne’s hair, yanking him into a bruising kiss. It was nothing like the usual slow and teasing dances they sometimes shared—this was raw, unfiltered hunger. It was the need to devour, to take, to fill every inch of the space between them until there was nothing left but the other.
Thorne had never felt his body burn like this before. He couldn’t think, couldn’t form a single coherent thought beyond the fire licking through his veins and the intoxicating scent of the omega in his arms.
Noelle was panting, his chest rising and falling erratically against Thorne’s own bare skin. The shirt he had stolen that morning was long forgotten, discarded somewhere in the madness.
Thorne was vaguely aware of the fact that his hands were roaming Noelle’s body without direction, memorizing, gripping, holding. His omega was soft and strong all at once—his hips fit so perfectly in his grasp, his waist so easy to wrap his fingers around, his skin flushed and burning under his touch.
Thorne wanted to mark him everywhere.
He pressed Noelle back against the wooden wall of the cabin, pinning him between his own heated body and the unyielding surface. Noelle gasped, his head falling back, exposing the column of his throat—offering, submitting, inviting.
It sent something primal surging through Thorne’s chest.
His lips descended, claiming the soft skin just below Noelle’s jaw, kissing, sucking, nipping. He felt the way Noelle shivered, the way his fingers dug into Thorne’s shoulders, gripping like he needed to hold onto something or risk unraveling.
"Thorne," Noelle gasped, his voice breathless, needy.