The Primal made a sound deep in the back of his throat. “Hurry, fated. I need you.Now.”
I shivered, reaching for his cock. It was hot in my hand, throbbing and hard, yet soft in a way I didn’t have words for. Not like a normal cock, but like something else.
Like something totally out of this world.
Palming him, I didn’t need to do much to prepare him—or myself—for the next part. Without taking my eyes off his, I guided him to my pussy, sliding his tip through my arousal. Xerxes went completely still, yet vibrated with how…excited he was?
“Xerxes?” I asked, notching him at my entrance. “Is this your first time?”
The male shifted slightly, the movement pushing him inside me. I bit down on a gasp at the pressure of his invasion, breaths coming faster. “Yes,” he purred after a moment,thrusting his hips again, this time filling me more. I couldn’t stop the cry of surprise at howthickhe was.
“You will be my first and my last, fated,” he said, before sinking into me.
Stars danced behind my eyes. The pressure turned into an explosion of pleasure as he went from almost tearing me open to filling me. His size had me sucking in a breath, but when I looked down, it took me a moment to realise he wasn’t done. Not fully inside me at all.
There was still the knot.
While I watched, he pulled out. “You need to be accustomed to me before you can take my knot,” he explained, as if sensing my question. “Before you can have it, you must at least be soaked. Prepared. Pliable.”
A shiver rolled down my spine as he began a gentle pace; each thrust was long, teasing, and I felt every inch of him. Felt the swell of his knot against my thrumming clit, could feel myself opening up more and more.
It was a fucking miracle my body could do this.
“That’s it,” he cooed, picking up his pace, entire body coiled and tense. “You take me perfectly, fated.”
“I do,” I moaned, clutching his shoulder tighter. “I feel you. Your knot is going to be inside me soon.”
“It is.” He brought his snout to my neck, the subtle change of his body making each thrust of his hips harder. Claws dug into my ass, and with each slamming thrust the bark of the tree scraped my back, but I didn’t feel the pain.
Only a building pressure low in my belly, and a burning sensation rising in my chest. That familiar ache that came with my magic trying to come out and claim a mate filled me for a painful moment before settling in my chest.
I was already mentally prepared for the aftermath of this bond. For the darkness and the dreams. But this time, I wouldn’t let Nyx or Sable hold me for long.
As Xerxes nuzzled my throat, I reached between us and rubbed slow, gentle circles around my clit. If he needed my body prepared and pliable, then I could do that.
The wetter I became, the more he slipped inside me. The pressure of his knot became less and less, and soon, I was taking all of him without struggle. As soon as his hips met mine, I couldn’t stop myself from crying out. Dark spots danced behind my eyes as he stretched me so entirely around him.
I whimpered when he pulled out. “So close,” he said in my ear. “A little more. Then you’ll have me, fated.”
“Fuck,” I cried out as he started his fast thrusts again. Each one kept me ready for his knot.
And I wasn’t sure why, but I really,reallywanted it.
Xerxes pulled back so his eyes were on mine. “We will have you,” he grunted, teeth gritted. “You will be ours.”
I wasn’t sure if I could respond, but I thought I heard myself agree with him. The pressure was building, and then I felt it.
He filled me in one last stroke andswelled.
My orgasm hit a moment later, exploding like a flash of lighting. What would have been my magic claiming our bond pulsated in my chest, snapping at the collar around my neck, yet not breaking free. My entire body tensed, muscles coiling tight. The once soft swell at the base of his cock grew and hardened, locking inside me as he expelled his release.
Xerxes howled as he came, hips twitching as he pressed me hard into the tree. His release was endless and hot, but just like with Damon and Hawk, darkness crawled at the edges of my vision.
“Xerxes,” I whispered, before slumping into his chest. I felt him try to reach for me. Felt the brush of something in my chest.
Instead, I allowed the darkness to pull me under.
There was no escape—not this time.
