RAVEN
Living with a guardian was an adjustment. Ezekiel was insatiable—he needed me constantly, and the bond made me need him just as desperately.
We fucked everywhere. Against my kitchen counter while coffee brewed. In the shower until the water ran cold. On every surface of my apartment. The need never stopped, only grew stronger.
This morning, I'd barely gotten out of bed before he was on me, pressing me face-down into the mattress.
"Again?" I laughed, though I was already spreading my legs for him.
"Always," he growled, running his hands down my back. "Seeing you like this, ass up, pussy still swollen from last night... how could I resist?"
His fingers found me already wet—I was always wet now, my body in a constant state of readiness for him. He pushed three fingers inside without warning, and I moaned into the pillow.
"Still stretched from my knot," he observed, adding a fourth finger. "Still full of my cum from last night."
He was right. I could feel it inside me, marking me as his. The thought made me clench around his fingers.
"Please," I begged. "Need your cock."
"You'll get it when I'm ready to give it to you." He continued finger-fucking me, his thumb pressing against my other hole. "Maybe I should claim this too. Mark every part of you as mine."
The thought made me whimper. He'd been teasing about that for days, and the anticipation was killing me.
"Would you like that?" he asked, pressing his thumb inside slightly. "Would you like me to fuck your ass?"
"Yes," I gasped. "Want you everywhere."
"Greedy little mate." But he pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his cock, pushing into my pussy in one smooth thrust. "This first. Then we'll see about the rest."
He fucked me hard and fast, no build-up, just raw need. The ridges on his cock dragged perfectly against my walls, and I was coming within minutes, screaming into the pillow.
"That's one," he counted, not slowing down. "Let's see how many I can get before my knot swells."
By the time his knot locked us together, I'd come four times and was babbling incoherently. He'd filled me with another massive load, and I could feel it sloshing inside me with every movement.
"Perfect," he murmured, carefully maneuvering us onto our sides while we were still locked together. "My perfect mate."
***
Later, at the bookstore where I worked, he proved he had no shame about public claiming. The store was empty, and I was reshelving returns when he pressed against me from behind.
"Someone could walk in," I protested weakly, already pushing back against him.
"Let them." He bent me over the counter, pushing my skirt up. "Let them see how desperate you are for me."
He was right—I was desperate. My panties were soaked through, and when he tore them off, I just moaned.
"No panties at work anymore," he commanded, pushing two fingers inside me. "I want easy access to what's mine."
"Ezekiel..."
"Say it louder. Let anyone passing by know who's about to fuck you."
He replaced his fingers with his cock, pushing inside with one brutal thrust. I cried out, not caring who might hear. The risk of being caught just made it hotter.
"Such a good girl," he praised, setting a punishing pace. "Taking my cock where anyone could see. You love it, don't you? Love the thrill?"
"Yes," I gasped. "Love it. Love you."
