Just slow, deep strokes that make her moan and arch beneath me. I feel every clench of her pussy, every flutter of her pleasure, every wave of emotion that passes through the bond.
Something is growing between us. Something I felt him wondering about. Something I’m afraid to name because naming it might make it disappear.
“Look at me,” I tell her, cupping her face in one massive hand. “I want to see your eyes.”
She meets my gaze, and I see tears glistening there. Not sadness—something else. Something that looks like coming home.
“I think—” Her voice breaks as I thrust particularly deep. “I think I might be falling for you. I don’t know if I should. I don’t know if it makes sense. But I think I am.”
The words crack something open in my chest. Something I’ve been keeping locked away for seven centuries, afraid to look at too closely.
“I don’t know what to call this,” I admit, my voice rough. “I’ve never felt it before. Not in seven hundred years. But whatever it is—” I thrust again, watching her eyes flutter. “It started before I had any right to it. And it’s not going away.”
“Is that love?”
“I don’t know.” I lean down, pressing my forehead to hers. “Maybe. Maybe it’s becoming that. Maybe it will be, if we let it.”
“Then let’s let it.”
I kiss her—deep and desperate and full of everything I can’t put into words—and I feel my knot beginning to swell at the base of my cock.
“Hannah—” I pull back, my hips stuttering. “I’m going to knot. I can try to pull out—”
“Don’t you dare.” She wraps her legs tighter around me, locking me in place. “I want it. I want all of you.”
I thrust harder, faster, feeling the knot catch against her entrance with each stroke. She’s so wet, so slick with arousal andmy precum, that I slide in and out easily despite my size. But the knot is growing, swelling larger with every thrust, and soon—
“Now,” she gasps. “Please, now—”
I slam into her one final time and feel the knot push past her entrance, locking us together.
She screams.
Her pussy clamps down on me like a vice, her whole body shaking as the orgasm rips through her. I feel it everywhere—through the bond, around my cock, in the way she clings to me like I’m the only solid thing in a spinning world.
I follow her over the edge.
My vision goes white as I spill inside her—hot, thick spurts flooding her already-full cunt. The knot pulses with each release, locking my seed deep inside her, ensuring nothing escapes. I feel her pussy milking me, feel the rhythmic clenching that draws out my orgasm until I’m empty and shaking.
We collapse together onto the blankets, still locked, still trembling.
“We’re stuck,” she murmurs against my chest, and there’s laughter in her voice.
“For a while.” I shift us onto our sides, cradling her against me so my weight doesn’t crush her. “The knot will go down eventually.”
“How long?”
“Half an hour. Maybe longer.” I press a kiss to her hair. “Is that okay?”
“It’s perfect.” She snuggles closer, her small body fitting against mine like she was made for this. “I like being stuck with you.”
Something warm blooms in my chest. Something that might be the beginning of that thing I’m afraid to name.
We lie there in silence for a while, the knot slowly softening inside her, my cock still twitching with aftershocks. I can feel my seed leaking around the edges of the knot, dripping down her thighs, and some primal part of me is satisfied by the sight.
Mine. She’s mine. Not because I forced her. Because she chose.
“I want to try something,” I say finally. “When we go back to Stone Court.”
