My heart raced against the mattress, each beat loud in my ears.
My insides ached—hollow and needy, desperate to be filled.
I knew the words he wanted from me.
They were indecent. Improper.
And yet, between us, they felt inevitable.
Pressure built behind my ribs, tight and breathless.
The wolf inside me stirred—pushing, urging, demanding that I give voice to what my body already knew.
Chapter 23
Thaddeus
Her scent permeated all around us, and she presented herself like a true wolf should. Wulfric raged at me for making her wait, pacing, clawing and cursing me. But I was not focused on him. It was our bond. Past the heat, lust and desperate need for me to knot her, I could feel her wolf.
And when Wulfric felt her wolf for the first time. He didn't just freeze, but was flabbergasted.
Mate, he whined.
Mate.
Mate.
Mate.
He began to repeat the word from wondrous reverence to bone-deep joy.
Trust me, I told him before gripping Euphrmia’s arse cheeks, spreading her open and grinding my knot between her glistening lips.This is what she needs for her to be bred.
My movement loosened her lips.
“Please Alpha, take me,” she panted, fingers clawing at my linen and clothing beneath her.“Give me your cock. Your knot. Your seed. I need it, please.”
I glanced at the crown of flame-coloured hair spread around her head and shoulders. Her face was hidden behind a curtain of it; I could only see the faint bursts of air stirring the strands as she panted. I had never been prouder of anyone than I was of my mate.
I drew the hair gently away from her face, revealing one cheek flushed red, the other pressed into the nest.
“My good little mate,” I murmured, pulling back just enough to align myself with her opening.
It was almost comical because I couldn’t tell who was more relieved, Wulfric or Euphemia.
When I thrust forward, there was no resistance, and I watched her cunny swallow me whole. My knot was swollen, red, and angry. The wait had not been kind to either of us, but as her velvety insides gripped me, I knew it had been worth every moment of discomfort.
“Yes!” she wailed, spreading her thighs wider as she shifted her stance.
She was fully enthralled in her heat now, pushing and pulling herself on my cock. I watched in awe as she worked my length, her muffled grunts and broken moans making my bollocks ache and my knot throb.
I dropped over her, my hands bracing above her head. The rut surged forward like a blinding haze, and I began to pummel her insides while she howled beneath me.
This was what it meant to be wild and free.
Only us. In our world.
Even the sound of wet flesh slapping together served a purpose.
