Carina cries out as I thrust all the way inside, pull back out, and immediately do it again. Silver coats my eyes, and my claws slice through a few strands of hair from where I grip her. Teeth puncture my bottom lip, the taste of my own blood an appetizer for what I’m about to do to her neck.
The wolf is out to play, as equally involved in the claiming of her as I am. My hand guides her up and down my cock, but it’s my wolf’s grip on her hair that gains her submission.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” I murmur, but it’s my wolf’s growl that’s imprinting my point.
“Ry—der!” It’s broken, screamed into the dirt, but no matter what, I won’t let up. There is nothing else for her or me. I fucked up by entering her; I won’t make another mistake by not properly claiming her.
“That’s it,kamahki. Take it. Take everything.”Everything I have, am, and will be is yours.
With my grip on her hair, I twist her head until I’m able to see her face. Drool drips from her mouth as she’s lost. It’s well known what a shifter’s cock does to a female—how submissive it makes them. No matter the species, clearly, it has the same effect.
She won’t last, nor will I let her.
I push all the way inside and play with her clit. She writhes, moans, but then immediately inches herself backwards so there’s no disconnect between us. My free hand scrapes delicate white lines down her back, and her spine arches into the sensation. She’ll be mindless until she comes, and I’ll be here for every blissful second of it.
“What’s happening to me? Why’s this feel—” Her question cuts off with a groan.
There are numerous possible answers, but I tell her the selfish one. The one growled by my wolf as I lean over, changing the angle of my cock, to whisper in her ear, “Because you were made to be mine, Carina. And so, you shall be.”
“Mhm,” she whimpers, her face twisting with the next onslaught of pleasure, ignoring the depth of her agreement. She believes they’re pretty words during the height of passion, but they’re the truth of our souls.
As heat rockets through me, my body begins preparing for the change of having sex to mating—to bite and officially claim. My cock thickens, the inches of my base swelling. If there were any indication she wasn’t mynîkâkîstis, this confirms it.
Shifters only knot in their chosen mates—usually after the claiming bite. Given thenîkâkîstisbond, it’s clear the universe is trying to reaffirm her place in my life.
“What the hell is that?”
I thrust slower, letting her adjust to the stretch, not wanting to harm her. Her head jerks up, trying to peer over her shoulder. Discomfort smashes her teeth together, so I stroke her clit, slowing everything until her body adjusts and relaxes. There’s a reason she had to take so many fingers, and the size of my cock pre-knotted was only one. The more relaxed she is, the easier this will be, and I need her to get used to this because it’ll expand more when I bite her.
“My knot,” I finally answer.
“Wh—like a—what?”
“You’re talking too much.”
With her hair, I yank her head backwards and arch her back. Saliva drips from the corner of her mouth, and one day, I will be between those lips. From there, I grip her neck, feeling her pulse thrum beneath my fingertips. My teeth scape my bottom lip, every nerve eager for what’s coming.
“You look so pretty taking me like this.” Her pussy clenches in response. My mate likes praise—and I’m only too happy to oblige with the truth. “Gonna fill you up, Carina. Gonna make this position the only you’ll be in from now on.”
“Yes,” she hisses not understanding I fully meant every word—that it wasn’t in the heat of the moment. “Fuck—are you actually growing?”
My fingers stroke her clit, rubbing small circles as she continues taking me. “My knot is only for the woman meant to have my pups.”
“What?” She stiffens in a nearly comical way, but the orgasm that’s only mere breaths away distracts her. I grab onto her hips to lock her into position as her quickly careening climaxrips mine from me. She cries out, face to the sky, showing her Goddess exactly who owns her soul now, shouting to Twilight Grove that she’s mine and not theirs.
She’s stretched, she’s soaked, and now she’s dripping with my cum.All mine.
My lips part for my teeth, and I pull her up until her back is to my chest. Her neck is creamy, perfect, and the wolf now controls the man. And the wolf wants toclaim.
To take.
To ensure no one else ever touches her.
I fist her hair, wrench her head to the side, and jam both top and bottom incisors into her neck, biting down. It’s rough enough that she flinches, but it doesn’t draw any unnecessary blood. Unlike vampires, our mating bite isn’t to consume, but merely to imprint my DNA into her bloodstream, to leave a mark on her skin that’ll be forever visible.
As my teeth slowly pull from her skin, a new and alarming sensation immediately fuses her to me. It’s a chord made of water and earth—of her magick and my being—linking us together. Of feelings and emotions. Of life and death.
For the rest of my life.
