Chapter 35: No More Denying Us

Dante's breath was heavy, his body coiled with tension, with possession, with something raw and dangerous.

Bella was in his arms, her lips swollen, her pulse pounding against his fingertips where he held her.

She had finally stopped fighting.

And now?

Now, she was his.

His wolf, Zephyr, growled in satisfaction.

"She's ours."

Dante's grip tightened on her hips as he pressed her harder against the desk, his blue eyes burning into hers.

"Say it again," he demanded.

Bella's chest rose and fell rapidly, her golden-brown eyes glowing with the bond's fire.

But she didn't look away.

She didn't hesitate.

"I'm yours."

Dante's control shattered.

A deep, savage snarl ripped from his throat as he crushed his lips to hers again, claiming her the way he had always been meant to.

Bella moaned against him, her fingers fisting into his hair, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer, demanding more.

The mate bond roared between them, tightening, binding, setting their bodies on fire.

This wasn't just need.

This was a war.

A battle for dominance.

And fuck, Dante was going to win.

"No more running," he growled against her lips.

Bella shivered, her nails scraping against his bare back, leaving marks that only made his wolf wilder.

"No more running," she whispered back.

Dante grinned.

"Good girl."

Then—

He lifted her off the desk, her legs still wrapped around him, and carried her toward his bed.

Because tonight?

There would be no more denying them.