“That’s it. Flood me with your scent.”

Rook said through Gavriel.

Aurelia locked her leg around him and pulled him in like she intended to keep him there.

Gavriel shut his eyes, still fighting for control again, and lost.

His hand left the wall and gripped her thigh, hauling it higher around his hip so he could grind deeper, harder, the thick line of his cock dragging right against where she was already throbbing.

Rook kept talking through him in short, wrecked fragments, the words spilling out between clenched teeth.

“Mine.”

He couldn’t stop, neither could she.

He could feel her fighting her wolf for control. Fighting. Failing. Her breathing was hard in his ear. Her hips rutted back. Once. Twice.

Gavriel’s jaw flexed hard, trying to lock it down, but the next one tore free anyway.

“Take it.”

He shook his head once, grasping for control, breath shuddering out of him as his hips kept moving.

“No. Don’t you dare stop.” Gav’s free hand left the wall entirely and grabbed her ass, hauling her up so her weight rested fully on him. The new angle drove every thrust deeper, more punishing, the thick line of his cock dragging hard against her with nowhere left to escape.

Every pulse of his need slammed into her like a second heartbeat—raw, relentless, impossible to separate from her own. Each roll of her hips fed straight back into him, pleasure ricocheting between them in a closed, escalating loop until neither of them could tell where one ended and the other began.

“That’s my girl. You’re going to cum for me whether you want to or not.”

His mouth dropped to the side of her throat, not quite a kiss. More like he was trying not to bite. Hot, ragged breath spilled over her pulse as his hips kept moving in that helpless, shaking rhythm.

Aurelia tilted Serena’s head to give him more access.

Serena fought for control again harder. If he marked her here, not only would she pass out and they’d be thoroughly fucked, they would be in some deep shit at home.

Her panic must have flooded through their matebond because he jerked his head away hard, then spun her around.

One second she was facing him. The next her cheek was against the stone and his cock was grinding hard between her ass cheeks through her thermal weave suit.

His hand shoved between her thighs, rubbing her firmly through the fabric, two fingers working tight, relentless circles right over her clit.

“Say it,” he growled against her ear. “Tell me what I am to you while I touch you like this.”

She felt herself reaching for control, fingers metaphorically clawing for the surface, but Aurelia slammed the door shut and kept grinding against his hand.

At the same moment, he spanked her hard enough to make her jolt, the sound echoing off the stone, then immediately rubbed her clit in tight, ruthless circles through the fabric.

“Stop fighting her,” he ordered, voice pure wolf. “Stop fighting me. Your wolf already submitted. Now say it. What am I?”

“Mate,” Serena heard herself say. “Mine.”

“Good girl. On all fours. Now.”

The command left no room for argument. He spun her around.

One hard shove and her hands and knees hit the stone. He dropped behind her, one hand still buried between her thighs, rubbing her clit in tight, relentless circles while the other cracked across her ass.

“That’s for making me wait.”

His cock ground heavy and thick against her through their clothes, rutting in short, powerful strokes that matched the rhythm of his fingers.

His palm cracked against her again. “Every time you reach for control, I feel it. Stop.”

Serena gasped as her back arched into him.

Her hips started moving faster without her permission. Aurelia met him in rolls that ground her back against the thick length of him in time with every stroke of his fingers.

Each snap of her hips dragged her clit harder over his hand and pressed her ass tighter against his cock, the friction turning sharp and frantic. She couldn’t stop. Her body chased it, faster, needier.

His arousal was at an all time high, bleeding into her in waves. She was losing this battle on all fronts.

“That’s it. Let yourself cum all over my hand,” he said before spanking her again.

Her entire body locked, thighs shaking violently as the climax tore through her in hard, pulsing waves. Her clit throbbed under his fingers, through the fabric against his hand while her hips jerked helplessly through it.

The pleasure was so intense it bordered on pain, white-hot, overwhelming, and ripping the breath from her lungs in a broken, high sound she barely recognized as her own.

Behind her, his hand moved faster, his ruts grew more desperate while he kept her locked in place making sure he drew it all out.

Then his wolf made a pained noise that sounded like his wolf was fighting itself. He wanted to mark her. She had been marked enough times by Fin and Dex to recognize it.

Mid-orgasm, Rook snapped Gavriel’s head towards the narrow crack in the ravine wall.

Both wolves released control at the same time.

Gavriel stumbled back from her, chest heaving, hands shaking, his eyes cycling from gold to green to gold again as Rook surrendered the wheel with the reluctance of a wolf who was about to mate with his mate and was having serious second thoughts about whether the threat was actually threatening enough to justify stopping.

Serena pushed herself up, still cumming, legs trembling. She snatched her broken necklace from the ground only to hear a growl come out of Gavriel behind her. It barely registered. She had never had an orgasm interrupted like that and was finding the experience less than optimal.

SHRRRAAAAK.

Her pulse hammered between her thighs in aftershocks she couldn’t shut off. Vampires poured through the crack in the ravine like water through a burst pipe. Dozens. Pale violet bodies scrambling over each other, claws scraping stone, moving at a speed that defied anatomy and common decency.

They ran at inhuman speed. Of course these were the fast kind.