Then Kaitlyn lifted her head. She kissed him, not with slow possession, but with a fierce, desperate hunger that matched his own. When she pulled back, her eyes were clear—blazing with intent and something else—a vulnerability that made his heart fist in his chest.
“I love you, Braze,” she murmured. Then she looked him dead in the eye. “All right,” she whispered. “It’s time—knot me.”
Something inside Braze shattered as his control finally broke.
A possessive, guttural growl tore from his throat—a sound that had nothing to do with being a civilized male and everything to do with the primal part of him claiming his mate. His hands shot to her hips, his grip iron strong.
In one fluid, powerful motion, he flipped them over.
The world spun and now Kaitlyn was beneath him on the couch—her black and silver hair fanned out against the dark leather, her eyes wide with surprise and blazing with excitement.
“Oh, Braze!” she gasped.
Braze didn’t answer and didn’t give her time to think. He hooked his hands under her knees—lifting her legs and pushing them back until they were draped over his shoulders. The move opened her to him completely—exposing where they were still joined. The position was deep, primal, and utterly dominant.
He looked down at where his thick cock disappeared into her beautiful, swollen pussy. He met her gaze and said,
“I love you too, Mistress.”
Then, with a single thrust, he drove home.
They both cried out as the thick, bulbous knot at the base of his shaft met resistance…then breached it, entering her pussy and stretching her even wider. The sensation was overwhelming—for both of them.
Finally, Braze was seated to the root, his knot swelling fully inside her, tying them together for as long as their Bonding took. And after the way she’d teased and tormented him, he intended to make it last a long, long time.
“Fuck, Mistress!” he growled. “You’re so fucking tight! So perfect, taking all of me.”
“You’re so big,” Kaitlyn moaned beneath him, her back arching, her hands flying to his biceps and squeezing. “Oh, God, Braze! I can feel you everywhere.”
He was trembling with the effort of holding still, of not pounding into her with mindless abandon. The knot tied them, but his release was still held hostage by her word.
She looked up at him, her face flushed, her lips parted. Her voice was a breathless, authoritative command that went straight to his soul.
“Come inside me now. Fill me while you knot me. Flood my womb with your cum—I need you to.”
It was the order Braze had been waiting for—the permission that broke the last dam.
With a growl that was pure surrender, he let go. His hips jerked once, twice—a shallow, grinding motion dictated by the knot locking them together. Then his pleasure peaked—or rather, detonated. It wasn’t a release—it was a fucking eruption.
Thick, hot ropes of seed shot from him in pulsing waves, flooding her depths, claiming her in the most primitive way possible.
This seemed to make Kaitlyn come again because he could feel her inner walls milking him. He came and came—each spurt wrenched from him by the spasming of her pussy around his embedded length. She was drawing every last drop from his cock, as if her body was determined to have all of him.
“Fill me,” she begged, wrapping her legs around him and squeezing tight. “Don’t stop—God, I can feel you coming inside me!”
“Love to fill you, my Mistress… my Kaitlyn…” he groaned, his forehead dropping to hers. “My wife…my mate.”
In the hazy, golden aftermath, as their breathing slowly synced and the tremors of pleasure subsided, a truth settled in his heart, clear and undeniable.
I love her, he thought. Goddess, help me, I’d die for her. I’d kill for her. I never want to lose her. Never.
And then, soft as a whisper, yet clear as a bell in the silent space of his own head, he heard her. Not with his ears, but as though she was speaking right inside his head.
“I never want to lose you either, husband.”
Braze’s eyes snapped open. He looked down at her, seeing not just the beautiful, sated woman beneath him, but the other half of his soul.
The Bond that had grown between them, wasn’t just physical—it was deeper than that. It would never fade, never die—he would spend the rest of his life pleasing and serving his beautiful Mistress and he couldn’t be happier about it.
