“Come on,” she said softly. “Come with me.”
She led him to the bedroom.
35
KIERA
The familiar room looked strange to her now, all soft vines and silky sheets and warm glows, because suddenly it felt like the center of everything. Like whatever she did next would decide the rest of both their lives.
She was already naked, and Brux—what was left of his humanoid form—was naked too.
Kiera bit her lip and tried the most obvious thing first. She climbed onto the bed, then pulled him down with her.
Brux came willingly enough, kneeling in the middle of the mattress while the living vines shifted under his weight. His body reacted to her closeness immediately—both shafts hardening at once, heavy and hot against his furry belly, the larger one thick as her wrist and the shorter one tapered and glistening with pre—cum.
Kiera’s breath caught in her throat. Even now, even with panic beating against her ribs and fear making her hands shake, she couldn’t deny the rush of heat seeing him hard and ready stirred inside her.
He was beautiful in this form too–in a wild, terrifying way. The fur…the muscle…the sheer male force of him. Her pussy clenched, already slick with need.
Please work, she thought. Please, this has to work!
She straddled him first and pressed herself against him. Slowly, she guided the thick head of his lower shaft to her dripping entrance and sank down carefully, moaning as he stretched her pussy wide.
“Oh God, Brux… so big,” she gasped, taking him deep, her inner walls stretching to accommodate every throbbing inch.
He growled with pleasure–a rough animal sound. Then his hands came to her waist, gripping her hips and his own hips bucked up, slamming in deeper.
Kiera gasped as she rode him–taking all he had to give.
But his face didn’t change.
His eyes stayed gold–pure gold without even a hint of blue.
Kiera’s heart sank.
“No,” she whispered. “No, come on…”
She kept moving, riding him hard, grinding her clit against his upper shaft–chasing any sign of blue in his gaze. Her breasts bounced, her nipples tight and her pussy soaking his length with every bounce.
But though she was drawing closer to the edge, she saw no change in him. Nothing. Only the golden wolf—eyes watching her with growing heat and hunger.
And then, all at once, the answer came to her. Not the answer she wanted–the one she had been avoiding. The one he had told her plainly days ago when she had asked how Lykans truly Bond with their mates. The only permanent way to anchor his mind to sentience.
A Soul—Bond–he needs a Soul—Bond to bring him back–to keep him here. He’s too far gone–nothing else is going to work.
The minute she thought it, she knew it was true. Kiera went still above him, and her heart pounded so hard she could hear it in her ears.
She was still scared of those two big shafts of his. Still scared of the implications of forever–of the irrevocability of it. Not to mention the breeding aspect. Her pussy throbbed around him, stretched and aching, but the thought of both holes being filled terrified her.
But what other choice did she have? If she did nothing, she might lose him forever. If she hesitated too long, he might slip all the way into his primal self and never come back ever again.
Suddenly the fear of that felt bigger than every other fear put together.
Kiera slid off him with a wet sound, her pussy clenching at the loss of this girth. She knelt on the bed, breathing hard as she looked down at him.
Brux stared back up, his golden eyes uncomprehending.
“All right,” she said, her voice coming out shaky and uncertain. “All right, we’re doing this right now before I lose my nerve.”
