“That is the way that Lykans Bond—we must have both shafts buried to the hilt in our woman. We have to be tied together and pounding her pussy and ass until she’s sobbing and coming and begging to be bred. Because most of the time, Bonding means breeding.”
“Breeding?” Kiera had asked, her voice coming out high and uncertain.
“That’s right.” Both big hands cupped the curve of her belly. “We Lykans can’t bond with our mate without flooding her womb with our cum. And that often causes spontaneous ovulation which leads to…”
“Pregnancy,” Kiera whispered, finishing the thought for him.
“Mmm—hmm.” He nodded and pressed against her even harder. “Breeding is part of Bonding. If you ever decide to Bond with a Lykan, you have to accept that–accept that he’s probably going to fill your womb with life when he Bonds you to him.”
“Does…does it show all at once?” Kiera had asked him. She remembered Iyanna telling her that when she’d gotten Bonded to Dra’vik, it had made her instantly three months pregnant.
“It can–it happens sometimes that the pregnancy accelerates rapidly,” He murmured. “You can’t tell–that’s part of the uncertainty of Bonding with a Lykan.”
Now, as she remembered his words, Kiera admitted to herself that she wasn’t ready for that much uncertainty–not yet.
She cared for Brux more every day, with a kind of wonder that still startled her when she let herself think about it—but Breeding and Bonding were big commitments–forever commitments. A Bond that tied them together for life was a very big thing.
But what she was planning now was different–this she could do.
Because right now it wasn’t about forever–it was about keeping Brux in his humanoid form–pulling him back from the void that threatened to suck him in and keep him away from her forever.
All of these thoughts ran through her head in a matter of minutes. Brux was still standing on the edge of the pool, breathing hard and shaking, his gold eyes wild and unfocused. When Kiera came toward him, he made a rough sound in his throat that was almost her name and almost a plea.
“It’s okay,” she murmured, though she wasn’t sure whether she was speaking to him or to herself. “I’ve got you, now. I’ve got you.”
Then she put both hands on his chest and pushed.
Brux went down onto his back beside the pool with a startled grunt, shallow water splashing up around them. For one split second he looked too confused to fight her, which was good because Kiera wasn’t sure she could have moved him if he’d resisted. He was still enormous—still all hard muscle and dense fur and dangerous male strength, even half—lost.
But he didn’t fight–he only looked up at her, dazed and desperate and frighteningly gorgeous in his half—animal way.
Quickly, so she wouldn’t lose her nerve, Kiera climbed over him and threw one leg across his hips, straddling him. The heat of his body rose up into hers at once…so did the heat of his arousal.
She bit her lip as she felt him brushing against her. He was so hard…so hot. Both massive shafts jutting up from his groin like weapons–thick veins pulsing and their broad heads already slick with pre—cum. The larger bottom one was as thick as her wrist and the shorter, upper one was slightly more tapered, but no less intimidating.
But there was no time to be afraid–no time to be shy. The only thing she wanted to concentrate on was saving him.
Brux let out a low, ragged growl as she settled over him, the slick folds of her pussy brushing the upper shaft. His hands came up at once to her waist, gripping hard enough to make her gasp but not hard enough to hurt. He was holding on, she realized—holding onto her, onto his reason, onto whatever thread still kept him from sliding all the way into the void.
Kiera braced herself and guided them together. She positioned the thick head of his larger shaft at her entrance and sank down slowly, gasping as he stretched her wide.
The sensation of it—of his heat and size and the unmistakable, intimate reality of him—made her whole body tense in shock. He was so big. Bigger than she had expected…bigger than she had prepared herself for and it was more than any part of her could entirely process in that first instant. Her inner walls stretched taut around his girth, clinging to every throbbing inch as she took him deeper and deeper.
At the same time, she felt the slick, strange touch of the head of his upper shaft rubbing against her clit, coating the sensitive little button with the tingling fluid. At once a hot pulse went through her—a fierce, electric throb that made her clit swell instantly, hypersensitive and aching.
“Oh!” she gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily and she took him even deeper.
And just like that, she saw the first sign–his face changed.
It didn’t happen all at once, but she saw it just the same. The sharp, feral edges began to recede. The beginnings of what was becoming a muzzle softened and turned back into a human—looking mouth. His eyes, though still mostly gold, flashed with intelligence and awareness.
“Gods, yes—ride me!” he begged, his voice rough but clearer, his hips straining up. “I can feel it working—take me deep inside you! Fuck yourself on my shaft!”
Kiera bit her lip hard and did her best.
She moved over him with all the determination and urgency in her, giving him as much closeness…as much heat…as much of herself as she could. She rose up until just the broad head of the lower cock remained inside her, then slammed back down, taking him to the hilt.
The stretch hurt so good—his shaft spreading her inner walls and hitting spots that made her see stars. The upper shaft rubbed her swollen clit with every thrust, the tingling fluid making every nerve ending moan with pleasure.
