Despite the oddity of his rapid healing, I found myself melting back into his warmth, moaning when he rolled his hips up again. Tomorrow I could question impossible healing rates and men who fought beasts and broke into apartments. Tonight, I just wanted to stay in this bubble where the world made a different kind of sense.
“I should probably be more concerned about the breaking and entering,” I mumbled against him.
“Probably,” he agreed, pressing a kiss to my hair. “Good thing you have terrible judgment.”
“The worst,” I confirmed.
9
— • —
Knox
Dawn was breaking through the windows, painting Lina’s skin gold and pink like the universe had decided to spotlight my obsession, and I still couldn’t stop touching her. We’d been at it all night, and my wolf showed no signs of being satisfied.
She was on her hands and knees now, her back arched like a fucking offering, that perfect ass pushed back against me as I drove into her again and again. My cock was soaked from hours of fucking, from her slick, from my cum still dripping out of her cunt, and yet my hunger hadn’t dulled. It had only sharpened, grew more vicious with every moan she gave me, every taste and touch.
My hand was tangled in her hair, yanking her head back just enough to hear her gasp. The other was digging into her hip, guiding her into every thrust. I knew I was leaving bruises. Good.Iwantedmy marks on her. And when she walked tomorrow, she’d feel every mark I’d left behind, proof she belonged to me. Everyone would be able to see she was claimed, marked and fucking mine.
“Fuck, Lina,” I growled, hips slamming into her ass, the wet sound of our bodies obscene in the quiet morning. “You’re fucking taking me so damn well. Look at you. My good girl.”
She whimpered, trying to meet every brutal thrust, her thighs shaking with the effort. Her spine curved, and I felt her fluttering around my cock, that slick little cunt trying to pull me deeper. The sight of her wild and uninhibited nearly shattered what was left of my control. This woman who’d been a virgin just hours ago was now taking everything I gave her and demanding more.
“Harder,” she begged, voice gone high and fucked-out, fingers clawing at the sheets.
I gave her what she needed, slamming into her, making the bed frame crack loud against the wall. She cried out, the sound going straight to my cock, and I could feel her getting close. Every stroke shoved her forward, face pressing into the pillows as she fell apart, trembling on my cock.
“Yeah, that’s it,” I growled, leaning over her, pressing my chest to her back as I reached around and rubbed her clit, unrelenting. “Come for me. Come while I’m inside you. Let me feel that pussy milk my cock.”
She shattered, tightened around me like a fucking vice and screamed, “Mathias!”
Wrong fucking name. A vicious twist of anger flared in my chest. I wanted to snarl the truth, make her scream “Knox” instead, but I couldn’t. Instead, I channeled that frustration into my movements, fucking her through her orgasm and straight into another one.
“Wrong,” I corrected roughly, pulling her up against my chest by her hair. “Say it right.”
She gasped, breath catching. “What?”
“Call me mate when you come,” I bit out, hand gripping her jaw to tilt her head. “Say it. Now.”
“Mate,” she moaned, her voice trembling.
My cock twitched. “Again.”
“Mate,” she gasped obediently, too lost in pleasure to question it. “Oh god, mate, please-”
“Better,” I growled, biting down on her shoulder hard enough to mark but not break skin. My wolf rumbled with satisfaction as her legs shook, as she collapsed forward into the pillows, completely spent. “Mine. My perfect mate.”
I buried myself as deep as I could go and came so hard I saw white, spilling inside her, coating her with everything I had, my cock pulsing as I fucked it deeper, as if I could brand her from the inside out. The bond between us pulsed with every twitch, every spill of cum, every growl that tore from my chest. It would never be enough. I could fuck her for days and still crave her.
We collapsed together, her panting against the pillows while I tried to catch my breath.
“You’re going to kill me,” she managed, voice muffled.
She had no idea how mutual the feeling was. This woman would be the death of me, one way or another. Either the bond would drive me insane, or the guilt of lying to her would. Maybe both. I held her like I couldn’t let go, even though I should have. I should’ve untangled myself and walked away. But instead, I dozed for maybe an hour before the bond pulled me awake, demanding more of my mate. She was already stirring, pressing her ass back against my hard cock with a little hum of interest.
She hadn’t even realized it yet. She was barely awake, her hips shifting with slow, sleepy need. But I was already rock fucking hard, swollen and aching, slick with the mess we’d made earlier.
“Again?” she mumbled, half-asleep.
