He snarls inside my mind. A full-bodied growl that tears through my mind.
That’s what I wanted. Gods, you’re squeezing me like you’re trying to milk the soul from me—you already have it.
He doesn’t slow his pace. He drives forward again and again. Only five strokes, but each one claims more of me.
I scream again because I can feel the swell of him trying to fit inside me.
Hold still, rhûla’ne. You’re about to be sealed.
He slams into me one last time—and knots with a thick, brutal pop—and I come again without warning. I’m a crying heap of whimpering nonsense. My body jerks forward with the force of it, but his antlers don‘t let me budge. All at once, histeeth latch onto the nape of my neck, and his claws bite into the skin around my hips.
The first pulse hits, and I shiver from the shocking coolness of it. His come floods into me in thick, icy-slick waves that make my overheated body weep in relief and overwhelm at the same time.
That’s it, he groans. I’m going to fill you again. And again. Until there’s no more room left inside you.
It’s too much, Rhûven—it’s so much.
Because I’m breeding you,he growls possessively.Filling this perfect little womb until it takes.
There’s so much pressure. My hand moves to my lower belly, and I recoil. There’s a small, growing swell beneath my palm.
“Oh god,” I breathe, fingers spreading across the curve. “ I can feel it... from the outside?”
He snarls in satisfaction, and his hips press forward even more.
Yes,he hisses. Look at you. Already rounding with my seed.
Another pulse.
I groan.I’m human, rhûen’ka. I don’t know if my body is made?—
You are, he cuts me off.You’re taking it perfectly. Look how your body yields for me.
Okay, that’s enough, I gasp, even as my body clenches around him, milking more.
No such thing, he purrs darkly.I’ll fill you until you’re round and bred and mine.
I can see it,I whimper.My stomach?—
Perfect.His teeth press harder into my nape.My mark on your body. Everyone will know you’re bound to a beast.
Another pulse. I cry out because the pressure is so much, I’m so full.
Please—
Please what, little mate? Please stop?His voice is smug.Or please give you more?
Wait until I get free, you son of a?—
Uh uh-uh,he singsongs. You were made for this. Made to take my knot. Made to swell with my seed. Made to be bred.
I fake a sob, and I can feel his panic through the bond.
You can do this, kala’rhû.His voice gentles.You’re holding me so perfectly. Your body is accepting what I give you so beautifully.
I whimper.
“I’m not built for this,” I panic.
