Need bled through us both, mirrored and magnified, impossible to ignore.
“Yes,” I hissed above her flaming red curls.“Open wide.”
Her trust answered before her body did.
Her slick had covered my knot, and I reared back and slammed my hips down. She gasped, finally feeling how thick I’d become. I held myself there, grinding against her soft flesh until I felt her stretch and part for me.
“A little more,” I rasped as the rest of my knot slowly began to sink inside her.
I could feel her tremble beneath me. Her insides already massaging my thick cock with her tight muscles. With a final shove, my knot popped inside.
I didn’t stop—I couldn’t.
My hips moved of their own accord, rocking against her, locking in when her muffled cry escaped. A sudden gush of liquid coated me, and her grip forced me to spill inside of her.
The euphoria of my release took my breath away even as my seed continued to pump out of me in torrents.
She surrounded us.
In mind, scent and body.
Our pleasure fed one another through the bond.
It folded in on itself, endless and consuming.
She wailed my name as it curled around her side of the bond.
“Euphemia,” I answered back.
A single whisper, offered with quiet reverence—not possession, or dominance, but devotion.
Locked together, I pulled her close and curled around her, fitting myself behind her as though we had always been meant to rest this way.
We lay in companionable silence, hearts slowing together, fingers entwined—separate bodies, yet two halves of a single whole.
“I love ye, Thaddeus. All o’ye,” she sighed, the words settling deep.
“And I’d be a shadow of myself without you, my love,” I murmured, pressing a kiss to her neck.
She huffed a laugh, warm and unguarded.
“But if ye do that again, ah think Madadh is goin’tae rip intae ye,” she said.“She isnae one tae be teased in oor condition.”
I grinned against her skin, nuzzling her neck.
It had been worth it.
Euphemia
One Year Later
Lucy was like a cool breeze in the burning heat of summer. She brought everyone together. Sometimes I would hold her, stroking her plump little cheeks, and weep—not from sorrow, but from gratitude and joy.
Our wee wolf pup had everyone utterly entranced. The humans couldn’t quite explain why they were drawn to her, but we knew. She was the first light of a forgotten dawn.
“Ah dinnae understand how she can be such a wee angel when she came from him,” Ranald whispered, cradling Lucy in one arm.
I rolled my eyes and returned to my stitching.
