I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her.
She was the most beautiful creature that had ever existed.
She was made for this.
For us.
Faster. Harder. I fucked her like the feral beast inside me, sweat dripping from my body to spatter over her trembling breasts.
“Oh—oh, yes,” she panted, claws digging into my back.
Her moans lengthened, her breaths breaking to match mine. I knew exactly what she needed. The ache would not end until she took my knot.
And when her eyes lifted to mine—wide, pleading, begging for more—it felt as though my chest might split open. Wulfric pressed hard against it, urging me forward, demanding completion.
I gripped her legs beneath her knees and spread her wider, testing her readiness as my slick-coated knot bumped against her.
“Open for me, mate,” I grunted, driving into her again and again.
Once—twice—then I felt her yield. I slammed downward as she swallowed my bulging knot. She shuddered and twitched, and my seed sprayed out as a roar tore from my throat. Her scream joined mine.
My vision blurred, but instinct carried me forward. I released her legs and surged down, sinking my teeth into her neck.
She continued to squeeze my knot, milking me greedily until I groaned against her skin and fed her more seed. My cock throbbed and jerked, spent yet still bound to her.
I eased my bite gently, lapping at the wound, knowing without thought that it would heal her.
Even as she clenched around my knot, I felt the tendrils of the bond reach for her. I kissed her neck and her hands slid over myback to rest on my shoulders, drawing us closer until our torsos pressed together.
A flicker.
Then I felt her.
Strong. Content. And yet—still hungry for more.
“I can feel you,” I murmured.
“I cannae help but feel ye,” she groaned.
“No,” I said with a soft chuckle, brushing my lips to her skin.“I meant the bond.”
Her nose scrunched as she concentrated.
“I cannae feel it,” she said after a moment.
“Wulfric says you’ll need to take a chunk out of my neck before the bind is complete,” I replied, keeping my voice gentle—reassuring.
She pulled back, eyes bright, and grinned at me.
“I like the sound o’that.”
I chuckled, and Wulfric chuffed happily inside me.
He loved seeing her happy.
We both did.
Chapter 22
