My roar echoing through my ship, I had spun on my heel and stalked straight back to my chamber, where I forced myself to hold back long enough to awaken my mate with a climax before allowing myself to plunge into her tight, wet heat…
Yet even now, after my own orgasm, while I’m still buried deep inside her, the need to reclaim and possess her is so great that I cannot help myself; I begin to move again.
The knot is still solidly stretching her and Emma lets out a yelp of pain at the first thrust, but I slide my tongue over her lips, and her cry becomes a gasp of pleasure.
She’s so soft, so wet, so warm. And she’s all mine.
I thought the rut instinct was strong before, but this is on another level entirely. As though my lust has been replaced by rage. A scarlet haze blurs my vision as a growl erupts from the very heart of me.
“Khan.” There’s a note of fear in Emma’s soft voice but I register it as some faraway, inconsequential thing. All that matters is that I make her mine again—and I will, whether she likes it or not.
Gripping her silky golden hair, I tug her head back and sink my teeth into her neck as I pound her into the firm mattress. My cock feels huge, engorged, and even so, the knot must be softening as I’m somehow able to thrust more freely now, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back inside her.
“Khan…” It’s part moan, part gasp, and it makes my chest ache. Her flesh is sweet and tangy on my tongue as I lap at her skin, licking the indentations my teeth have made on her throat.
Rearing up, I lick my way down over her shoulder to her right breast, biting the taut pink nipple until she cries out and writhes, trying to move away even as her cunt clenches around me. This involuntary flutter of submission pushes me over the edge, and I do what I seem unable to avoid ever since I first laid eyes on this stunning creature: I lose control completely.
Livid with Aurus for daring to even mention the possibility of taking her from me, and somehow furious with Emma for making me feel fear for the first time in my life, I allow the rut to take over and act on sheer instinct, no longer giving an Ulfdamn about anything but what my body is demanding; what her scent is driving me to do; what my possessive urge is screaming in my brain.
I don’t want to hear her cries; I don’t want to look into her huge, expressive eyes. Right now, this is not about breeding or pleasure—not even my own.
The only thing that matters is marking her as mine, and ensuring that any male for miles around is in no doubt that she is owned and off-limits.
Covering her mouth with my own, I squeeze her other breast hard as I pull out of her, then flip her over, yanking her to her knees before pressing my palm into the small of her back, pushing her face into the bed.
Her ass is shaped like the tip of a spear, I think idly as I split her slick pussy once more with my throbbing cock, gripping the plump cheeks as I begin to thrust, deep and hard.
Every time Emma tries to rise up, I push her back down so the pillows muffle her cries. Since I’m past the point of no return, I’m unwilling to hear any potential fear or pain in her soft voice. I couldn’t stop fucking her right now if my life depended on it.
Even if she begged me.
Pushing those unpleasant thoughts away, I focus on nothing but the physical sensation— the pleasure radiating from the point where our bodies are joined, and spreading throughout my entire being.
I thrust harder, my climax already threatening to overwhelm me. My growling is deafening in my ears—or maybe it’s the blood pounding in my head. Regardless, I zero in on the smooth lines of her back, the way her little waist dips in before flaring back out into that plump spear shape, and the way her scent fills my every pore.
My knot is about to form again. Her muffled cries grow louder, and despite the river of slick trickling down the insides of her thighs, I can feel her begin to pulse around my rigid length.
That is my undoing. Without conscious thought, I yank myself free of her, lift her up, and spin her around, throwing her down onto her back just in time.
My climax is hard enough to make me see stars as my cock jerks over and over and over again, ropes of my cum spurting out to cover her face, her belly, her breasts, her hair.
It’s a primal thing. I’m marking her. She will bear my seed and my scent, she will be covered in it, she will wear it like a badge of honor and a talisman to ward off any other hungry males.
When my orgasm finally subsides, I let out a last, ragged growl, then slump beside her, trapping her beneath my arm, my own cum slick against my skin.
My heart and my cock are both pounding in unison, and I feel more exhausted and drained than satisfied.
But there’s also a sense of relief.
Nobody will touch her now.
I would kill them if they even tried.
TWELVE
Emma
Khan is purring.I’m lying there, covered in his cum, sticky with it, and reeling from the way he just took me without any apparent care or concern for my pleasure, and his low purring is making it impossible for me to voice my feelings.
