I start sliding in and out of her, creating a steady rhythm that rocks the bed beneath us. The wooden frame creaks with each thrust, a primitive percussion to accompany our lovemaking. Jackie is quiet at first, her eyes closed, breathing heavily with each stroke. I watch the way her breasts bounce slightly with the force of my movements, how her body accepts mine again and again. Every exhale feels like a gift—evidence that she’s here with me, that this is real, that Fate has finally blessed me with my mate after so long.
Gradually, little sounds begin to escape her—small whimpers and gasps that drive me wild. Each noise is like fuel to my desire, proof that I’m pleasing her. Her hands roam across my chest, mapping the hard muscle beneath her palms.
I press my forehead to hers, my breathing coming out ragged as I pump in and out of her. My rhythm intensifies, becoming more urgent. Moans escape me, primal sounds I can’t control—deep growls and grunts that echo in our bedroom. My hands begin to shift slightly, the transformation triggered by my heightened emotions. Claws emerge to dig into the mattress on either side of her, tearing through the fabric. I’m careful to keep them away from her skin—I would never forgive myself if I hurt her.
The pressure builds inside me, a coiling tension at the base, in my balls, throughout my entire body. I can feel my dick swelling even more inside her, preparing for release. And then I feel it—Jackie climaxes around me, her inner muscles tightening in waves, milking me, drawing me deeper. Her back arches off the bed, pressing her soft breasts against my chest. Her thighs tremble around my hips, and she lets out a cry that’s music to my ears.
The sensation nearly destroys me. Her pussy squeezes me impossibly tight, the wet heat of her pulsing around me in perfect rhythm. Pressure builds in my balls, the urge to release becoming overwhelming. When I finally let go, the explosion of pleasure is so intense that my vision blurs at the edges, sparks of white light dancing across my field of vision. I pump my seed deep inside her, my hips jerking with each pulse, my growls becoming louder as I mark her from the inside.
But I don’t stop. I keep stroking in and out of her, riding the waves of my orgasm.
“Jackie,” I say her name, a benediction, a promise.
She lets out a whimper, her body shaking, legs trembling, hands quivering against my skin. But it’s not enough. I want more. Need more.
I pull out of her and grab her legs, lifting them in the air. I position them against me, pushing them back slightly, then slide my dick back inside her. Her pussy is thick and slick now, coated with her come and mine.
I press my palms on either side of her, positioning myself over her with her legs pushed back. Then I start slamming myself in and out of her, deeper, harder, faster than before. She begins to scream, her voice rising with each powerful thrust. The sound echoes off the walls of our cabin into the open night. I don’t care who hears—let the entire clan know I’m claiming my mate.
“Oh God! Oh yes! God!” Her cries are like fuel to my desire, pushing me harder, faster, deeper. Her hands scramble for grip, first clutching the sheets, then reaching for my arms, anything to anchor her as I drill into her. The sound of our bodies meeting mixes with her cries and my grunts into something primal and raw.
I’m consumed by the need to claim her, to mark her as mine in every possible way. Each thrust is a declaration: Mine.Mine. Mine. My hips snap forward with bruising force, but her body takes it all, accepts all of me. Her breasts bounce with each impact, her stomach trembles, her thighs quiver against my chest.
The bed creaks dangerously beneath us with each powerful thrust. I’m like a man possessed, a feral beast unleashed. My bear claws at the surface of my consciousness, demanding more, pushing me to stake our claim completely.
I drive myself toward another release, feeling it build in my balls, throughout my entire body. The pressure is almost unbearable, a delicious torture that makes me growl with each breath. When it finally breaks, my orgasm crashes over me in waves of blinding pleasure. I roar with the force of it, my hips still pounding into her as I fill her once more with my seed.
But still, I don’t stop. I keep pumping into her, even after coming twice. The pleasure is so good, I don’t want to stop—can’t stop. It’s like a hunger that can’t be satisfied, a thirst that can’t be quenched. Jackie spreads her legs, moving them from my shoulders back to the mattress on either side of my hips. She grips my arms tightly as I continue pouring myself into her.
I bend down and start kissing her, diving my tongue into her mouth, making her taste herself on my lips and tongue. All the while, I keep pumping, wanting more, needing more. She feels so fucking good around my dick. I’ve lost all control being inside her—if it were possible, I’d live in this pussy forever.
I feel feral, possessive. My bear is happy, complete, but he’s urging me to do one more thing.
Claim her.
When I notice the now almost fully healed scar on her arm, I remember her getting shot, remember killing Kendrick, remember wanting to give him more than a quick death. No one is taking her from me. No one.
“MINE!” I yell with a loud growl, the sound more beast than man.
Jackie’s eyes fly open, concern flickering across her face. “Jabari?” she asks, as if questioning whether I’m okay.
But my eyes are focused on her neck, on the smooth column of her throat, on the junction where her neck meets her shoulder. I can see her pulse beating there, rapid and strong, calling to me like a beacon. The skin there looks so soft, so perfect, practically begging for my mark. My mouth waters at the thought, my bear howling inside my mind, demanding completion of the ritual.
I bend down, my mouth hovering just above that perfect spot. Her scent is strongest here—honey-sweet and intoxicating. I inhale deeply, memorizing it, letting it fill my lungs. My lips brush against her skin, feeling the heat of her and the quickening of her pulse. I taste the salt of her sweat with my tongue, preparing the spot.
I bite down hard, my teeth breaking through the delicate skin. The metallic taste of her blood floods my mouth, and my bear roars in triumph. This is the completion of our bond, the final step in making her truly mine.
Jackie starts screaming, her back arching off the bed, her nails clawing down my back. The pain is a counterpoint to the pleasure, grounding me, keeping me present. Her body writhes beneath mine, but I hold her steady, continuing to pump my dick in and out of her while I drink from the wound.
Her blood is rich and sweet on my tongue, filled with her essence, her life force. My bear is rejoicing, howling in triumph. We’ve claimed our mate in all ways now—mind, body, soul. We are one, bound together for eternity, a gift from Mother Fate.
Gradually, Jackie stops fighting. Her screams subside into whimpers, then moans as the initial pain gives way to the pleasure of the bond forming between us. I can feel it takinghold, wrapping around us like invisible threads, binding us together. Her body moves with mine now, meeting each thrust. Then her climax hits again, more powerfully than before—rhythmic pulses clenching around me, milking my length as her orgasm tears through her.
This time, it’s different. This orgasm seems to hit her harder than any before, a full-body experience that makes her shake violently beneath me. Tears start streaming down her face, tracking silvery paths along her temples and into her hair. But I can tell from her scent—now permanently etched into my being—that she’s not crying from pain. She’s crying from pleasure, from the overwhelming sensations she’s experiencing as our bond solidifies, as my mark becomes a permanent part of her.
I know I need to ease up, to give her a break, but claiming her while fucking her feels too good to stop. My bear wants to keep going all night, make sure my seed is taking hold inside of her. When my own orgasm hits me again, everything inside me shatters. I keep pumping but slow down, exhaustion finally catching up to me.
I swipe my tongue over the wound on her neck, sealing it with my saliva, continuing to pump my release into her until I can’t anymore. Finally, I slide out of her and press my hands on the mattress on either side of her, pushing myself up to search her face.
