“I have a nice big surprise for you,” I murmured, easing myself out of my breeches.
The knot was so swollen it looked almost misshapen—grotesque in its need.
“Finally,” she sighed as I lifted the white petticoat clear of her dress.
I moved between her thighs, gripping a handful of her arse and guiding the dripping head of my cock to her opening.
I hissed when her heat engulfed me.
“So beautiful,” I rasped.“So ready for me,” sinking deeper.
Her small, broken whimpers made me slow, pressing the head in and out of her with deliberate restraint.
“Oh, God,” she cried.“Please, Thaddeus. I will dae anything—just gie me what ah need.”
“I want every heat, little wolf. Every pup. And I want you always by my side,” I said, thrusting deeper into her slick warmth.
Never again would we know darkness. Not with our mate.
Wulfric sang in my chest at the vow—a bright, burning warmth spreading through my torso.
“Aye,” she panted, pulling the covers as she tried to push back.
Her voice broke on the word—raw, unguarded—and it struck straight through the bond.
I rewarded her with another deep thrust until my knot grazed her thighs.
Her body answered instinctively, tightening, pleading without words.
“Ah’m yours. Always,” she finished on a broken sob.
The sound of it—fractured, absolute—sent something feral and fierce surging through me.
“Forever?” I growled, rocking my hips back and forth, plunging in and out of her slick heat.
The question was not doubt. It was a demand. A confirmation drawn from her very core.
“In every lifetime,” she groaned.
The bond flared, leaving no room for fear or shadow.
I smiled, and Wulfric purred for her. When I released my grip on her arse, I noticed my red fingerprints had left red marks on her.
Marks of possession. Of choice. Of being claimed and cherished in equal measure.
Our mate could never have enough of our marks.
The thought anchored us.
I braced myself over her, steady and unyielding, and gave her what she needed.
Everything narrowed to sensation and bond, to the way she responded instinctively to us.
“Good little mate,” I groaned as my aching knot slapped against her slippery lips.
The vulgar sound shattered what little restraint remained.
I could feel her ache in our bond. Her adorable little whimpers transformed into needy grunts.
