But even mated, the hunger isn’t satisfied. If anything, the bond makes our need for each other more intense, the drive to claim and be claimed burning hotter than before.
“Again,” she whispers, and I can feel her desire through our connection, amplifying my own until it’s almost overwhelming.
“Insatiable,” I accuse, but I’m already hardening inside her, my body responding instantly to the hunger I can feel pouring through our bond.
“You made me this way,” she points out, rolling her hips in a slow, deliberate circle that has us both groaning. The sensation, enhanced by our newfound connection, is almost too intense to bear.
I watch her closely, needing to memorize every expression as I claim her completely this time. Her silver eyes are dark with desire, pupils blown wide as she stares up at me.
“I can feel everything you’re feeling,” she whispers, wonder coloring her voice. “Your need, your hunger for me. It’s like—like I’m drowning in it.”
“Good,” I growl, settling between her thighs. “Because you’re about to feel a lot more.”
I slide into her slowly, savoring the way her body welcomes me, the perfect heat of her surrounding my cock. But this time, I can feel it from her perspective too—the stretch, the fullness, the way I hit that spot inside her that makes stars explode behind her eyes.
“Fuck,” I breathe, overwhelmed by the dual sensation. “Is this what you felt before? This incredible?—”
“Yes,” she gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders. “But it’s stronger now. So much stronger.”
I begin to move, each thrust deliberate and deep, building a rhythm that has both of us climbing toward something bigger than before. Through our bond, I can sense exactly what she needs—a little more pressure here, a change of angle there. It’s like having a direct line to her pleasure, and I use that knowledge ruthlessly.
“Right there,” she moans when I hit the perfect spot, but I already knew from the spike of sensation that echoed through our connection. “Gods, Kier, don’t stop.”
“Never,” I promise, grinding against that spot until she’s writhing beneath me. “I’m going to make you come so hard you forget your own name.”
As our pleasure builds, I feel a tightening at the base of my cock—but this time it’s different. Stronger. More insistent. My knot is forming, preparing to lock us together in the most primal claiming possible.
True mates.
“Lithia,” I warn, my voice strained. “My knot—it’s going to?—”
“I know,” she pants, her legs wrapping around my waist to pull me deeper. “I can feel it starting. Claim me, Kier.”
The knot begins to swell, growing thicker with each thrust. I can feel her awareness of it through our bond—her anticipation, her slight nervousness, her overwhelming desire to be claimed completely.
“Tell me you want it,” I demand, my thrusts becoming shorter as the knot grows. “Tell me you want to be locked to me, filled with my seed until it takes.”
“Yes,” she gasps, her back arching. “I want it. Want you. Want to be yours completely.”
The knot catches at her entrance on my next thrust, and we both cry out at the sensation. It’s thick now, demanding entry, stretching her in ways that border on too much but somehow still feel perfect.
“Breathe,” I command, holding still to let her adjust. “Relax for me, baby. Let me in.”
She does, her body gradually accepting the invasion, and when the knot finally pops inside her, the sensation is indescribable. Through our bond, I feel her shock at the fullness, the way it stretches her inner walls, the incredible pressure as it continues to swell.
“Oh gods,” she keens, her head thrown back in ecstasy. “It’s so—so big. I can feel it growing.”
“That’s it,” I encourage, barely able to speak through the intensity. “Take my knot. Take all of me.”
I try to thrust, but the knot has already locked us together, trapping my cock deep inside her. Instead, I grind against her, the movement sending shockwaves through both of us as the knot presses against every sensitive spot inside her.
“Kier,” she sobs, overwhelmed by sensation. “I can’t—it’s too much?—”
“You can,” I assure her, one hand sliding between us to find her clit. “Come for me, Lithia. Come on my knot while I fill you up.”
The moment my thumb circles her clit, she explodes. Her orgasm tears through her with devastating force, her inner walls clamping down on my knot so hard I see stars. Through our bond, I experience every second of her climax—the way it builds from her core and radiates outward, the way her whole body locks up in ecstasy, the way my name tears from her throat like a prayer.
Her pleasure triggers mine, and I roar as my release hits. My knot pulses inside her, expanding even further as I spill into her in hot, thick spurts. The sensation is overwhelming—not just the physical pleasure, but the emotional satisfaction of finally, completely claiming my mate.
