“Again?” I whispered, my voice shaky, unsure if I could handle more. But the way he looked at me—the raw, primal need in his eyes—told me I didn’t have a choice. I was his, and he was going to take what he wanted.
“Again,” he growled, his voice rough and commanding. He kissed me again, this time harder, more demanding, and I moaned into his mouth, my body responding even as my mind screamed that I was too sensitive, too spent. But I wanted him. I needed him. I craved the way he made me feel—owned, claimed, loved.
He pulled out of me slowly, his cock slick with our combined fluids, and I whimpered at the loss. But before I could protest, he flipped me onto my stomach, his hands firm on my hips. He placed pillows beneath me, lifting my ass up, and I felt exposed, vulnerable, and utterly at his mercy.
“Fuck, Aspen,” he breathed, his voice thick with desire. “Your ass…it’s perfect. I could spend hours worshipping it.”
I blushed, my face heating up, but before I could respond, he slapped my ass hard; the sound echoed through the room. I gasped, the sting of his hand turning into a deep, throbbing heat that spread through me. He did it again, and again, each slap sending a jolt of pleasure through me, until I was panting, my pussy dripping wet, aching for him.
“Wolves take their mates like this,” he said, his voice low and gravelly. “From behind. It’s primal, raw. And I’m going to claim you, Sunshine, now and forever.”
I moaned, my body trembling with anticipation, and then he was pushing into me again, his cock stretching me wide, filling me completely. He gripped my hips tight enough to bruise, his fingers digging into my flesh, and I cried out, the pain and pleasure mingling into something overwhelming.
He reached around, his fingers finding my clit, and began stroking me in slow, deliberate circles. The combination of his cock pounding into me and his fingers on my clit was too much, too intense, and I felt myself spiraling towards another orgasm, my body tightening around him.
“That’s it, Sunshine,” he growled, his voice rough and possessive. “Come for me. Let me feel you.”
He leaned over my back, his face positioned at my neck. I moaned, my body arching, and then he bit down on my neck at my shoulder junction, his teeth sinking into my flesh. The pain was sharp, intense, and it sent me over the edge, my orgasm crashing over me in waves. I screamed, my body shaking, my nails clawing at the sheets, and he groaned, his cock pulsing inside me as he came, filling me with his heat.
He held me there, his teeth still buried in my shoulder, until the last of my tremors subsided. Then he released the bite, licking the wound gently, and I felt a strange, deep connection forming between us—a bond that went beyond the physical, beyond the flesh.
I lost track of everything except the feeling of being completely, utterly possessed. His cock swelled inside me, the knot expanding until I was pinned in place, as my body responded to his tremendous size. The pressure was intense, almost too much, but Papa’s hands on my hips anchored me—kept me from flying apart. The waves of orgasm didn’t stop; theybuilt on each other, smaller aftershocks that wracked my body until I was gasping into the sheets, drool and tears mixing on my cheek.
He didn’t let go. He stroked my ass, my hips, and my sides as he spoke sweet words I can’t remember. Even as the contractions slowed and my body went limp, he held my hips tight, his length pulsing inside me, still locked. I was so full of him I could feel the throb of his heartbeat in every inch.
“Can you handle more, Sunshine?” he growled, his voice gentle but so commanding it made me shiver.
“Yes,” I whispered, barely able to talk. “Everything you have for me.”
He pressed his chest to my back, so close I could feel his beard on my shoulder blade. His hand slid up my ribcage, fingers splayed wide, and his mouth found my ear.
He had leaned over my back again, mouth at my ear. “Will you mark me?” he asked, words rumbling through my bones.
I wanted to complete our bond more than anything.
“Please,” I said, “let me.”
He moved his hand to the nape of his neck, baring his shoulder to my mouth. “Bite,” he whispered.
I didn’t hesitate. I latched onto the thick muscle where his neck met his shoulder and bit down as hard as I could. The skin gave way, not with blood and pain but with something bright and hot and sweet. His taste filled my mouth—not copper, but the flavor of him. I tasted his memories, his wounds, his impossible goodness. I tasted love. My eyes were closed, but the tears flowed.
He shuddered, groaning deep, and ground his hips against me, forcing the knot even deeper. The sensation sparked another orgasm—smaller, more desperate, but still real. I cried out, not from pain, but from a joy so sharp it was almost unbearable.
I released the bite and licked the wound, wanting to seal it, wanting him to carry my mark forever. When I finally looked up, there were tears in his eyes. He blinked them away, then pressed his forehead to the back of my head, breathing in the scent of my hair.
He didn’t say anything for a long minute. Neither did I. We just breathed together, bodies locked in place, heartbeats finally slowing.
When his knot finally softened, he eased out of me, careful and slow. I whimpered at the loss, but he scooped me into his arms, rolling us onto our sides. He spooned me, his big arm draped over my waist, hand splayed protectively over my belly.
“Are you alright?” he whispered, lips pressed to my ear.
I couldn’t find words. Instead, I reached and tangled my fingers with his, holding his hand tight to my stomach.
He drew slow circles around my bellybutton, the gesture oddly soothing. I realized I was trembling—not from fear, but from the afterglow of something so intense I couldn’t name it.
I felt him smile against my neck. “You did so good, Aspen. You’re everything I ever wanted.”
I turned in his arms so I could see his face, and he let me. Our noses bumped, and he wiped the tears from my cheeks with his thumb.
