130 Claimed – Part 1*

~ HARTH ~

Harth felt the jolt of her marking shock through him, felt the bond shimmer and crackle with an electric hum. She tasted his blood and grieved it, even as her heart thundered and her body came alive.

She'd pulled his head back, her fingers fisted in the long strands he kept pulled back. She should have loosened her grip, let him move, but she was taken, moving with him pinned between her teeth, her tongue tracing his wounds to soothe them.

They both trembled, something frantic and undeniable building between them, a current of power that left her breathless.

And when she finally sucked in a heaving breath and pulled away, her hands still in his hair, his throat still bared, she grazed her teeth over his Adam's apple and he groaned. His grip on her hips tightened and he quivered.