Before I can respond, his mouth is on me, his tongue diving into my core. I'm still wet from Micah and the sensation is almost too much after multiple orgasms, but my body responds eagerly to his touch, squirming and arching into his mouth as he growls his approval.
"Perfect," he murmurs against my sensitive flesh. "You taste like ours, little witch."
His tongue is relentless. When he finally raises his head, his mouth is glistening with evidence of my arousal, his eyes practically glowing. My heart stutters instinctively, but the feral hunger there somehow turns me on just as much as it makes my heart pound.
"Need to be inside you," he growls, moving up my body. "Need to claim what's mine."
"Fuck, Killian," I breathe, my chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. I slip my arms around his neck, my hands skating down over the powerful muscles bunching and flexing beneath his skin.
He positions himself at my entrance, the head of his cock nudging against me. I squirm beneath him, spreading my legs wider. I may not be a shifter or omega that goes into heat, butfuck, the intensity of this need is insane.
With one powerful thrust, he fills me completely, stretching me even beyond what the others did. I cry out, clutching at his shoulders, raking my nails against his skin.
"Take it," he encourages, his voice rough with need. "Take all of me, beautiful."
He begins to move with a power and intensity that takes my breath away, each thrust driving deeper than the last. There'snothinggentle about Killian's claiming. He's wild, untamed, all alpha. I see why he was willing to wait for the others to prepare me first.
Killian's mouth finds the marks on my neck, his teeth grazing over them as he drives into me with relentless force.
"Perfect mate," he growls against my skin, his voice even grittier. Deeper. "Let me feel that tight pussy clench down. Show me how much you love being fucked by your alpha."
"Oh, Killian, fuck," I gasp, my nails digging into his back. I scent blood in the air, even though I shouldn't be able to at all, as if that aspect of his more sensitive senses has been transferred to me temporarily through our bond.
Maybe emotions aren't the only thing we're able to share. The pain only makes him thrust harder.
"Good girl," he growls. "Dig those claws in deep. Show me how much you want it."
His dirty talk is almost as intense as his touch, and it has me just as close to the brink. A second ago, I thought I wouldn't be able to come again.
Wrong about that, too. And wrong about my beliefs that a coven bond was the ultimate source for a siphon, too.
If other witches had any idea how much power there was to be had from a bonded pack of alphas…
Well. My athame would go from being a ritual tool to a murder weapon if any other witch so much assniffedaround these men. I let out a soft growl of my own at the thought.
Guess my heightened sense of smell isn't the only thing transferring through the bonds.
I wrap my legs around his waist, taking him deeper, and he groans in approval. "That's it," he encourages, one hand sliding between us to circle my clit with his thumb. "Take all of me."
I can feel his knot beginning to swell, pressing against my entrance with each powerful thrust. It's even larger than any of the others, intimidating in its size, but Ineedit.
I need itnow.
"Please," I gasp, not even sure what I'm asking for.
But Killian knows. The wild light in his eyes flickers for a moment with uncertainty. "Baby, you can't take that. Not yet."
"Try," I pant, desperate as I buck my hips into him.
He throws his head back and his eyes roll up into his head dramatically. "How am I supposed to say no to that?" he groans.
"You're not," I tell him, nipping at his earlobe, my arms wrapped around his strong shoulders, nails raking up his back again. "Just try."
"Fuck, Regina," he breathes, looking down at me as if to make sure I haven't lost my mind. Maybe I have, but I know what I want. What I need.
He finally relents, and on the next thrust, I feel his swollen knot press against me. Despite my willingness, I gasp and clench down on him in preparation for the intrusion.
"You're gonna have to relax," he warns, pinning my hips to the bed. "Don't want to hurt you."
