I nod slowly as I feel myself about to unload, too. But just as I stroke forward, my cock begins to swell at the same time her walls clamp me in.
Letting out a gasp of recognition, my eyes widen as I’m sucked in, the swelling of my cock inside her making it impossible to move. She holds her breath when she feels it too, unaware of what’s going on. But it’s as if my soul is being milked out from my cock, my breath stolen by her very being, making itimpossible to get the words out, even as they’re hanging on the tip of my tongue.
We just knotted—it’s a natural occurrence because she’d been in heat while I was going through my rut. But because we’re fated mates, it’s not just a physical experience, but one that surpasses space and time and binds our souls as one entity. I feel it rolling over me in waves, see it through her eyes, and feel the most complete I’ve ever felt in my life.
Whole.
That’s what Rissa makes me feel.
It’s what’s been missing from my life all this time.
While I spill hot ropes of cum as deep inside her as possible, Rissa’s walls clamp down on my swollen cock and keep me pinned inside her as we climax in unison.
Spent and out of breath by the time her walls release me and flood my cock with all her delicious juices, I can’t keep my weight off her any longer. When I collapse forward, she welcomes me with open arms, wrapping around me as we come down from our high.
I roll over to the side, skittish now that her heat has subsided, bracing myself to be kicked out. But instead, Rissa curls up into my side, laying her head on my chest and sighing with relief.
“Thank you, Brooks,” she whispers, her voice so faint, I might not have caught it if I weren’t hyperaware of every second that ticks by.
“You’re welcome, Rissa,” I respond tentatively, closing my eyes and wincing when the words feel wrong. I open my mouth again to offer to leave, not wanting the night to end, but knowing that I’ll respect her decision regardless.
But just as I’m about to suggest leaving, Rissa places a hand on my chest, her dainty fingers barely covering my tattoo.
“Don’t go just yet,” she says sheepishly, hiding her face between my chest and shoulder. “It feels so warm…” She sighs, and her eyelids flutter closed against my flesh as she falls asleep in my arms.
She has no idea how much joy it brings me to hear her say those words when I feel the same way.
Maybe even more.
***
I glance at my wristwatch for the millionth time, tapping my foot on the ground with growing impatience. It’s not like the impatience is consuming or terrifying.
It’s just that my inner wolf needs her around.
I’d offered to help Rissa train her powers now that she’s learned how to develop them in Aurora’s magic room. The idea came to mind when I saw Dawson and Yvonne training behind their house the other day, and I asked Yvonne about Rissa’s progress.
That’s when she assured me that since Rissa began training in the magic room a month ago, she’s ready to take her powers onto the field.
When I suggested it to Rissa this morning, she still appeared quite reluctant, but agreed when I told her that I believed in her abilities.
I know she’s afraid of setting the forest on fire, but I think she doesn’t give herself enough credit.
I’m hoping that by the end of this evening, she’ll be able to see that she’s not just more powerful than she believed, but that she’s also strong enough mentally to control her powers.
And I’m hoping that mental clarity comes through for her to recognize that we’re fated mates. The walls she’s held up for so long to keep me out, to keep my voice from hurting her as it did in the past, are what’s blocking her from seeing the truth now.
I hear her featherlight footsteps coming closer from behind, turning around just in time to catch the way the moon’s light illuminates her skin. Like an angel, she comes running forward, her imaginary wings spread out in my mind’s eye.
I can’t help but gape at her in awe, my expression confusing her as she approaches with a frown.
“I’m sorry I’m late,” she apologizes earnestly. “I got carried away playing with baby Emile.”
Rissa’s warm smile touches my heart as I imagine her playing with Alpha Elias’s son. As the prophesies have foretold, baby Emile is the key to leading the Snehvolk Pack to victory against the demons, along with four witches.
We know of three so far, and it’s only a matter of time before the fourth one appears. But for now, my only concern is the third witch to emerge from our pack.
Rissa Rudolph.
