Chapter 130
Betrayed by Blood
He slammed his lips against hers.
A growl rumbled deep in his chest as he gripped her, fingers digging into her soft flesh as he pulled her closer—so close there was no space left between them. Her scent flooded his senses, drowning him, consuming him. She smelled different. Wilder. Purer.
And it was driving him insane.
Avery whimpered into the kiss, her body instantly going pliant against him, as if she instinctively knew she belonged to him. The soft, desperate sound sent a bolt of need straight through his core. His cock was already painfully hard. His tongue plunged into her mouth, claiming her the way he was about to claim every inch of her body.
His hands roamed down her back, gripping her ass roughly before lifting her effortlessly. She gasped, legs wrapping around his waist on instinct, and Cain let out a deep growl of satisfaction.
"Mine," he snarled against her lips. "You’re mine."
His rut was taking over—an overwhelming, primal need to mate, to breed, to mark. Rational thought was slipping from his grasp. There was only her. Only the maddening scent of her arousal, the way her body melted against his.
Avery gasped, her body arching instinctively as his tongue forced its way into her mouth, taking—no, claiming her in every way. He was so hot against her, the heat radiating from him searing into her skin like fire. His grip tightened, fingers digging into her flesh as he deepened the kiss, his body pressing against her so there wasn’t an inch of space between them.
He walked her backward until her legs hit the bed. But he didn’t stop. A growl rumbled from his chest, sending a shiver straight through her. He wasn’t thinking. He couldn’t. His rut had fully taken over, reducing him to pure instinct, and all of it was focused on her.
"You’re mine," Cain growled against her lips, his voice thick, almost slurred with need. "Mine to touch, mine to fuck, mine to breed."