He didn’t need to be told twice.
We climbed into the tub together, the hot water hitting my skin and easing the ache in my muscles right away. Mal pulled me onto his lap, positioning me so I straddled him, our faces close. His cock was already half-hard against my thigh under the water.
“Hi,” I whispered.
“Hi, little mate.” He smiled, that genuine smile that transformed his whole face. “How do you feel?”
“Sore. But good. The heat is still there but it’s manageable now.”
“It will come and go for another day or two. Less intense each time.” His hands ran up and down my sides in soothing strokes rather than demanding ones. “I will take care of you through all of it.”
“I know you will.”
We stayed like that for a moment, just looking at each other as the frenzy from before faded into something calmer, more real. When he kissed me, it was gentle and soft, nothing like the desperate claiming, frantic hunger from earlier.
I sank into the kiss, tasting him, feeling his hands gentle on my back. The heat stirred in my core again, but it built slow, like awarm glow spreading through my pussy. I shifted on his lap, and his cock twitched, hardening fully against my folds.
“Wen,” he breathed against my mouth. “We do not have to...”
“I want to.” I kissed him again. “But slower this time. Gentle.”
“Gentle,” he agreed. “I can give you that, little mate. I can do gentle.”
He gripped my hips lightly, helping me lift up. I reached down under the water, guiding his thick cock to my entrance. I sank down slowly, the stretch making me gasp as his girth pushed apart my walls. Water sloshed around us as I took him all, bottoming out with his tip pressing deep inside.
“Fuck, yes,” I moaned softly, feeling so full, his cock throbbing in my heat. “You feel so good stretching me like this.”
We started moving together, no rush, just rocking our hips in a steady rhythm. I rose up a little, then slid back down, his shaft dragging along my inner walls, hitting that delicious spot that sent sparks through me. His hands stayed on my hips, guiding without forcing, thumbs rubbing circles on my skin.
His eyes locked on mine the whole time, gray now, clear and full of that raw love that hit me right in the chest. No red glow, just him, present and open.
“I love you,” he whispered, thrusting up gently to meet me. “I love you so much it scares me. You are my reason to breathe, the one who makes me strive to be worthy. Feel how your pussy grips my cock? That’s us - connected, perfect.”
I felt it all through the bond, his love flooding me warmer than the bathwater, wrapping tight around my heart as his dick pulsed inside me.
“I love you too,” I whispered back, grinding down harder for a second before easing off. “Even when I’m pissed at you. Even when I want to punch you. I love you.”
He kissed my forehead, then my cheeks, my nose, my jaw, his lips soft against my wet skin. Between each one, he murmured, “I will spend every day atoning for dragging you here without consent. I will earn your trust back. I will prove I deserve this tight little pussy wrapped around me.”
“You already do,” I said quietly, clenching around his cock on purpose, making him groan. “You gave me a choice even when your wolf was raging. That matters.”
“You are my choice. Every time. In every life and every world.” He kissed me full on the mouth again. “My perfect mate.”
We kept the pace lazy, my hips circling as I lifted and dropped a bit, water lapping at our skin. His cock slid in and out smooth, coated in my arousal, the friction building that pleasure steady, like a rising tide instead of a storm. I leaned in, my tits pressing against his chest, nipples hard against him as I rocked faster just a touch.
“Mal - oh fuck, right there,” I breathed, the pressure coiling low in my belly. His tip nudged my g-spot with each roll, and I felt my walls fluttering around him.
“Come for me, little mate,” he urged softly, one hand slipping between us to rub my clit in slow circles under the water. “Letyour pussy squeeze my dick. I want to feel you come undone on me.”
The orgasm hit deep, waves rolling through me as I gasped his name, my pussy clenching rhythmic around his cock, pulling him in tighter. He followed right after, groaning low, his hips bucking up once as he came, hot spurts of cum filling me deep and mixing with the warmth of the bath.
We stayed like that, locked together, foreheads touching, breaths syncing up as the aftershocks faded, for a long moment.
“Thank you,” he murmured, still buried inside me. “For choosing me. For completing the bond. For letting me fuck you like this, for giving me your everything.”
“Thank you for giving me a choice.”
“Thank you for giving me a choice.” I kissed him light, feeling his cock soften.
