Kiera made a soft sound against his lips and kissed him back–Gods, she tasted good! Warm and womanly and sweet, with the faint lingering taste of the steam from the bathing room still on her skin. Brux kissed her again and again, unable to stop, until the need to hold her more closely became too much.
He shifted them carefully then, rolling them so that he was above her.
Kiera let out a little gasp at the movement and then looked up at him with wide, dark eyes.
Brux held very still for a moment, braced over her on one arm while the other slid under her shoulders to gather her close. He loved the sight of her beneath him…loved the feel of her around him, warm and close and impossibly tight.
But most of all he loved the simple, breathtaking fact that she had let him have her like this.
He wished—Gods, how he wished—that she was ready to Bond. He wished he could claim her fully and feel the Soul—Bond grow between them.
But if this was what she was willing to give him now, then he would accept it with every ounce of gratitude in his soul.
He bent and kissed her again–slower this time–drinking in the little sounds she made and the way her fingers slid into his hair. Her body remained warm and responsive beneath him, and every tremor that went through her seemed to travel straight into his own.
He hadn’t known it could feel like this–not only the physical closeness, but the emotional weight of it. The sweetness…the almost painful tenderness that made his heart fist in his chest when he looked into her eyes.
This was Kiera–his Kiera. The woman who had rescued him from a cage and then from the prison of his own primal form. The woman who had fed him and spoken kindly to him and let him sleep beside her. The woman who had stood between him and his grief and the void and refused to let him be swallowed by either one.
And now she had given herself to him in the most intimate way she could manage without making the final promise of a Bond. She had allowed him to fill her pussy with his shaft and knot her and flood her womb with his seed.
There was no greater sacrifice…no greater love.
Brux lowered his forehead briefly to hers, breathing hard.
“I love you,” he said before he could stop himself.
The words fell into the warm air between them and for a second he thought perhaps he had moved too fast—said too much.
But Kiera only looked at him with an expression so soft it made his chest ache. Then she reached up and touched his face again.
“Oh, Brux,” she whispered and just hearing her say his name was enough to make him come again inside her…which triggered another orgasm of her own.
Brux kissed her once more–slow and deep–as he held her through the first shuddering waves of release. Through it all, his knot held firm, keeping him buried deep inside her clenching pussy, their bodies locked in an intimate embrace.
The closeness between them remained intense, almost dizzying. Lykans were built this way—their seed was thick with compounds that ensured their mates came when they did. Several times more, the pressure built in him anew, his hips giving shallow, helpless jerks as he spurted deep inside her.
He groaned against her neck as he flooded her again—hot, thick ropes of cum erupting from his knot—locked shaft, filling her womb.
The chemical rush hit Kiera at once. Her eyes flew open, a sharp cry escaping her lips as her pussy spasmed around him, milking his shaft, her orgasm triggered by his seed alone.
“Brux, oh God!” she gasped, trembling in his arms, her inner walls fluttering in ecstasy.
He kissed her forehead, then her eyelids, whispering,
“That’s right, baby, again–and again and again and again until my knot goes down. Take it all… feel me claiming you as mine.”
The second time came soon after, his body demanding more. Another deep groan, another flood of creamy heat filling her to overflowing. Cum leaked out around his knot, slicking her thighs and Kiera moaned and shuddered against him, the compounds in his seed igniting her nerves like fire.
“Oh God, it’s making me come… your cum… so hot inside me…” she moaned.
“Perfect,” he rumbled, nuzzling her throat. “My mate… coming on my knot… taking my seed…It’s all right, baby–just let it happen.”
The third time left her sobbing with pleasure. Each orgasm pulled him deeper into her, their bodies intertwining with every shared pulse of desire and need.
At last–after long, trembling minutes–his knot softened, and he knew all his seed was spent.
“Going to pull out of you now, baby,” he murmured in her ear. “Just relax and let me do it.”
