The rough growth of his whiskers prickled against my hands.
“Please,” I whispered.
His eyes softened, and my breath hitched when he moved his hand between us, guiding the blunt head to my opening.
“I could never deny you, in any lifetime,” he murmured, pressing his lips on mine like an unbreakable seal.
My fingers curled around his neck as I felt him push forward, spreading me open again until I moaned against his lips. My legs slid from his shoulders, but he caught them immediately, locking them in place with his arms.
He moved at a steady, deliberate pace, taking his time—teasing me with the heavy presence of the thick knot at his base. I relaxed without thought, letting my legs fall wider, opening myself fully to him.
His scent deepened, richer and more potent, and only then did I realise he kept his head low—his neck bared to me. My gaze fixed there. On the thick muscle. On the vein pulsing just beneath his skin.
“Such a tight little cunt for me,” he growled, thrusting deeper until his knot slapped against me.
The bed began to creak beneath us as his movements turned rougher, more urgent. His face tightened when part of his knot pressed inside me, his restraint fraying with every thrust.
“Take my knot in,” he huffed, driving deeper until I felt myself give way.
“Yes,” he hissed, grinding his belly against mine.“Take it. Oh—yes. Take it like a good mate.”
The knot stretched me open, battering my insides while his cock pushed deeper still.
My body began to tremble, the tight coil in my belly shattering all at once. I clawed at his hair, and as I screamed, his scent closed around me—thick, overwhelming.
The cry was cut short as my teeth sank into his neck. My body clenched hard around him, locking his knot inside me as his seed pulsed hot against my walls—nearly as hot as the blood that trickled down my cheek.
His growl turned feral, violent in its intensity. I felt it travel from his chest to his throat beneath my mouth. I bit down harder, unwilling to let him go.
Ours, she purred—delighted. Content.
Chapter 25
Thaddeus
Wulfric was beside himself, frantic and unmoored, while my focus narrowed to one singular need—keeping my knot buried as deep inside her as possible. I hated watching my seed leak from her, despised the thought of losing even a drop. I wanted every last trace of it kept inside her—claimed, held.
Her teeth sank deeper, and the pressure drew more from me, her body milking me instinctively.
Wulfric began to purr for her, the sound low and reverent, vibrating between our chests.
My eyes slid shut as the bond shifted—slow, deliberate. I felt her reach for it… then latch on.
It locked into place with a quiet, undeniable certainty.
Her wolf purred back.
Wulfric shuddered, the sound breaking into something like awe.
Euphemia loosened her grip on my hair, her hand drifting to pat my head before she finally released my neck. I didn’t have the heart—or the strength—to chastise her.
Instead, I let her linger, let her small, tentative licks trace over my mark.
She sighed against my neck, breathing my scent in.
“It feels like all the colours of the world are gathering in my chest,” she murmured, lips warm against my skin.
I smiled into her hair.
