It hits me then. My body has always known he was my mate, even from that very first kiss. Even before Thorin was freed. I tangle my hands in his soft, still wet hair and kiss him with even more vigor.
I slide down his length, taking more of his knot and he moans into my mouth, making my pussy flutter against his length and knot.
He holds the back of my head with one hand as he grips my ass with another, spreading me wide. It’s obscene in the most delicious way I’ve ever experienced. My body shocks me by taking his knot, more than taking it, enjoying it.
When I finally have all of him in me, the stretch almost too much, Silas begins rutting up into me from where he sits.
The sounds that leave me are wild and completely out of my control, but nothing has ever felt close to this. No amount of self-stimulation, no fantasy could ever compare to the way this feels.
I have to part from our kiss, but Silas’ mouth stays on me, sucking and licking anywhere his mouth can touch; my neck, my jaw, my breasts. Meanwhile, he holds my hair in a possessive fist.
“Let me come. Let me mark you,” he says, almost begging, and it breaks something inside of me. I’m not sure how I have power over this six-foot-seven beast of a man, but yet I do.
“Please, Silas,” I say and I swear the smallest whimper escapes him as he thrusts into me hard, making me scream out from the stretch. All the while, his lips part and his teeth sink into the side of my throat while his cock fills me with cum.
I expect pain, and there’s a short moment of being uncomfortable, but it’s quickly replaced with the greatest sense of bliss I’ve ever experienced.
My pussy gushes around his length as it all clicks into place. The life altering orgasm takes the forefront of my mind, nothing but pure pleasure. But then slowly something else creeps up. A feeling stronger than what the hex felt like. It feels like he’s lassoed my heart and tethered it to his own.
It feels like everything, all the hurt, all the suffering, was worth it for this very moment.
I feel whole.
I feel safe in a way I’ve never experienced before. Silas loves me in a way I didn’t know was possible. It’s clear in this monumental moment that until right now, I never knew this kind of cosmic love existed. But now that I do, I’ll never let it go.
Silas licks my neck, the place he left his mark, the pain already receding completely. There must be some sort of wolf shifter magic in play here, as he pulls back and looks me in the eyes.
“Mark me,” he says and I swallow thickly.
Silas’ teeth are sharp, not as sharp as a vampire, but compared to mine, my teeth are basically blunt.
“Please,” he says, gripping my hair and tugging my face toward his own neck. His knot is still deep inside of me as I ride this euphoric wave.
I’m not sure what I expect as I kiss his throat and part my lips, digging my teeth into his neck. But it’s not as feral as I feared it would be. It’s sensual as I bite down. Silas grips my hair and ass roughly, moaning as his cock twitches inside of me, filling me with his cum for a second time.
I do the same as he did, licking the mark, and watch with fascination as it heals immediately, only the silver indents of my teeth left behind. It’s beautiful.
I pull back, and his amber eyes are glistening, and he looks softer than I’ve ever seen him. He cups my face with his two large hands, his thumbs brushing my cheekbones as he just stares at me for a long few moments.
Instead of words, he brings his lips back to mine.
I go to adjust on his lap, noticing that his knot has us still locked in place. Silas moans at the movement as he kisses me tenderly. This isn’t the same impassioned kiss from earlier. This is tender and soft. It says all the words between us that are too impossible to say.
“I love you,” he says and I sigh.
“I love you, too.”
For a short moment, everything is perfect as I rest my head against his broad, masculine chest, listening to his heartbeat, and holding him close. He strokes my hair and kneads my muscles as we both just lie there, enjoying the feel and moment with one another.
“How long will we be stuck like this?” I whisper, and he laughs, jostling me on his knot, which he’s rewarded with a moan.
“I’m not really sure,” he says and I pull back.
“What do you mean, you’re not sure?”
He smirks, looking handsome and cocky as fuck. I can’t even blame him.
“It’s something only Alphas have and only with their mates. It’s rare,” he tells me as I graze my nails through his beard.
