“Going to knot you,” he pants against my ear. “Fill you so full you’ll feel me for days. Mark you inside and out.”
“Yes,” I sob, teetering on the edge of climax. “Please, I need it. Need your knot.”
When my orgasm hits, it’s with the force of a tsunami. I scream his name as pleasure tears through me, my body clamping down on his cock with devastating intensity. The sensation triggers his release, and he roars as his knot swells, locking us together as he spills into me.
But the heat isn’t satisfied. If anything, being filled makes it burn hotter.
“More,” I gasp when we can both breathe again. “I need more.”
He chuckles, dark and promising. “Heat’s not done with you yet, is it?”
I shake my head, already moving against him despite hisknot still locking us together. The movement sends sparks of pleasure through us both.
“Tree,” I manage to say between gasps. “When your knot goes down. Against the tree.”
His eyes flash with renewed hunger. “Whatever my mate wants.”
Twenty minutes later, when his knot finally releases, he’s hauling me to my feet and pressing me against the nearest oak. My legs wrap around his waist as he drives into me again, this angle hitting spots that make me see stars.
“So good,” I moan, my head falling back against the rough bark.
He sets a punishing pace, his hands gripping my ass to support my weight as he fucks me against the tree. I can feel another knot forming, my body already anticipating the claiming.
“Come for me,” he demands, one hand sliding between us to circle my clit. “Come on my cock so I can knot you again.”
I shatter around him, and this time when his knot locks us in place, I feel something deeper click into position. The bond between us strengthens, deepens, becomes something more profound than physical joining.
You’re inside me completely,I whisper through our mental connection.
As you are me,he responds, and I feel the truth of it—his thoughts, his emotions, his very soul intertwined with mine.
The heat drives us through three more rounds—me riding him frantically while he lies on his back, gasping out praise and encouragement; him taking me from behind while I brace against a fallen log; finally, a slow, deep claiming on the soft grass as dawn begins to touch the sky.
By the time my heat finally eases enough for us to return to the den, we’re both exhausted, sated, and more deeply bonded than I thought possible. I can feel his contentment, hissatisfaction, his overwhelming love flowing through our connection.
“How do you feel?” he asks softly, gathering me against his chest.
“Sore.” I pull his hand between my legs, letting him feel the slick mess he’s made. “You’ve ruined me.”
He growls, catching his cum and spreading it across my chest. “Good.”
We return to the claiming circle and dress slowly, reluctantly, knowing the pack will be waiting for our return. When we emerge from the forest, hand in hand, we’re greeted by cheers and howls of celebration.
Tables have been set up in the main courtyard, laden with food and drink. Pack members surround us with congratulations and well-wishes, but it’s Ryker who steps forward first.
“Welcome home, brother,” he says simply, clasping Kier’s shoulder.
The word “brother” brings tears to my eyes. Kier has found what he’s searched for his entire life—not just love, but family. Belonging.
“Welcome to Shadowmist,” Kitara adds, pulling him into a gentle hug. “You’re pack now. Truly.”
The celebration continues until dawn, traditional songs and ancient rituals welcoming our newly completed bond. Through it all, Kier and I remain connected—mentally, emotionally, spiritually.
Mine,my wolf purrs with deep satisfaction.
Ours,his responds, and the rightness of it fills every empty space I didn’t even know existed.
He pulls me onto his lap, holding me close as we watch our friends celebrate.
