Aurora’s moans escalate into raptured cries, my name falling off her tongue like a prayer as I devote my being to making her come. When I feel her walls swelling and tightening around my length, I know she’s close, and so am I.
I cup her cheeks with both hands, staring deeply and devotedly into her warm chestnut eyes as I slow down my strokes, working toward our climaxes. She whimpers and moans softly, her breath coming out in gentle pants as her walls open up to allow me to reach the depths of her womanhood. The warm embrace of those walls beckons me to fill her to the brim, and before long, my scrotum tightens with the impending release of my seed.
“I’m gonna come inside you,” I tell her tenderly, and her eyes twinkle as if they’ve been lit up by stars in the cosmic sky.
She nods sheepishly, biting the inside of her bottom lip as she anticipates the climax, and when it’s just about to come, she squeezes her eyes shut and mewls. I hold onto her tightly just as my orgasm erupts and hot ropes of cum fill her depths while her walls convulse and milk me for every last drop.
Her eyes suddenly fly open, and she gasps when, instead of growing limp, my cock swells inside her, and her walls begin tightening like a vice grip around my shaft as they swell to keep me bound to her.
Penetrating her wasn’t just to satisfy an intense desire, a craving to feel her insides, but it was the act of uniting our wolves. The knotting of our inner wolves manifests in the knots of our reproductive parts, and I’m held in place by the tightness of her walls. Wave after wave of ecstatic pleasure rolls over me,my body shuddering into her as I’m milked for more than just my seed. It’s the essence of my wolf that flows into her while her inner wolf dances to the rhythm of mine.
It’s an intricate, delicate moment that means so much more than just sex, and I realize that the knotting of our wolves and the binding that’s going on now is an intense unification that only proves what I’ve been denying all along.
Aurora Sinclairismy fated mate. She may be the pack’s lowest-ranking Omega, at the bottom of the hierarchy, but right now, she is my equal, and the knotting of our wolves only confirms this.
There’s no going back now, and as we bask in the sensations flowing through us during the knotting, I gaze deeply into her eyes and find her soul staring back at me.
The Moon Goddess makes no mistakes, and I cannot question what’s happening right now. Even if I wanted to, my conscious mind is in the far recesses, held away to allow my inner wolf to bask in this moment as it finds its mate.
Aurora’s breath becomes shallower, and I’m compelled to breathe life into her with a kiss that is as passionate as it is sweet and toe-curling. Her arms come around my back, fondly stroking my spine as if she can feel the extent of what’s occurring between us, and she understands it too.
There’s no need for verbal communication when our wolves dance together energetically, our mouths feeding each other with the breath of the knotting that connects our souls beyond the physical. My inner wolf is enamored with the omega, and I soon realize that her low-standing rank is only a construct of the werewolf society that means nothing where it counts the most.
We’re bound together for what feels like an eternity, our lips locked just as long before the swelling finally subsides when our bodies are assured that my seed has traveled securely to her fallopian tubes. I break the kiss gently, drawing my head back just in time to see Aurora’s heavy eyelids closing as a sigh escapes her lips.
Spent, she just passed out, and because the knotting is complete, the swelling of my cock subsides just as her walls loosen, allowing me to carefully slide out. Taking care not to wake her, a soft smile lifts my lips as I gently climb to the side, slinking one arm across her plush waist to draw her into a cuddle.
I’m about to close my eyes and allow sleep to wash over me when I hear Aurora’s sharp intake of breath, the flap of her lashes audible as her eyelids fly open.
“Aurora?” I ask with concern evident in my voice, but she doesn’t seem to hear me, turning onto her back with her arms straightening out beside her as she stares wide-eyed at the ceiling.
“I hereby declare that I will be pregnant with the alpha’s child…” she says strangely, her voice higher-pitched than it usually is, bolder and stronger, more imposing than anything I’ve heard leave her lips.
Stunned, I prop myself onto an elbow to lean over, pausing when I’m about to place a hand on her belly. The sight of her is as shocking as her brown eyes turning purple, her pupils swirling as if driven by magic.
My jaw drops when her statement hits me.
She knows she’ll be pregnant? Did the knotting work so quickly?.
But how would she know?
“The child I will bear will be the key to vanquishing the harbinger of death for good,” she continues, her voice still oddly stern and mystic. “The demon will be defeated with the alpha’s child I carry.”
Just as quickly as she woke up in a trance, Aurora closed her eyes again, a gasp stretching out of her, clambering for air as if she couldn’t breathe. She wakes up with a start, her eyes back to their normal shade of brown as she turns to me and finds me hovering beside her.
Her brows knit into a frown when she catches my wary look while I process what just happened. For some reason, there’s no doubt in my mind that the legends are true—Aurora is a descendant of an ancient mystical tribe, and she possesses psychic abilities that have been hidden until tonight.
“Alpha Elias…?” she whispers softly, her voice back to its normal timidness.
“Do you—” I pause with a gulp, not sure if Aurora is aware of her gifts. “Did you say something?”
Her frown deepens as she shakes her head tentatively, her doe eyes searching mine. She has no idea what just happened, that she prophesied the end of the demon thanks to the child we just conceived.
A sense of protectiveness and possession washes over me, curling my fist with determination to protect my mate at all costs. It’s only a matter of time before she remembers what happened, and right now, I just want to hold her and keep her safe. If there’s any chance that she’ll carry my child, then I must protect them both, even if it’s too early to tell if conception took place.
As that feeling overcomes me, I wrap her in my arms and pull her to my side, kissing the top of her head as I mentally vow to protect her at all costs.
“Are you feeling alright? You’re not in pain?” I ask.
