Carefully, I wrap my fingers around his length, surprised when they don’t quite meet. When I touch the soft ring of tissue at the base of hisstav, he groans and it begins to expand. “Idon’t want to knot you,” he grits through his teeth. “Not our first time,” he whispers. “I’m worried it will cause you pain.”
I guide the tip of his stav to my entrance. “I want all of you,” I breathe.
“You don’t know what you’re asking,” he growls. His fangs extend as he stares down at me. “I want more than anything to knot you and give you my claiming bite, but I worry I’ll lose control and—”
I press a finger to his lips, silencing him. “I want you to be mine and I want to be yours in all ways, Auren.” I wrap my legs around his hips. “Claim me the way a Dark Elf claims his mate.”
My words snap something inside him, and his eyes turn completely black. The breath stutters from my lungs as he begins to push inside me.
Tight heat blooms in my core, and I whimper at the small pinch of pain as he breaks through my barrier.
He goes completely still. Concern flashes across his features, and he starts to pull away, but I lock my legs around him. “Wait,” I breathe. “I just need a moment to adjust.”
His entire body trembles above me, as if it’s taking all his control to not move as the small muscles of my channel begin to relax around his invasion. “Alright,” I whisper.
He rolls his hips again, and my discomfort quickly turns into pleasure. I love the feeling of his weight over me and this connection between us. I’ve never felt anything like this fullness of his body joined with mine.
He reaches down and cups my cheek as we simply stare at each other, the world around us falling away. Nothing exists outside of this moment and the feeling of our bodies together as one.
Slowly, he begins to stroke deep inside me, creating a delicious friction between us.
I trace my fingers down his back, feeling the flex of his hips as he pumps into me. “Auren,” I whisper between kisses. “You feel so good.”
I move my hand down his body and wrap my fingers around his knot.
He groans and wraps his hand around my wrist, pulling my hand away. “My knot is too sensitive,” he says, panting heavily. “I don’t want to knot you, Vivienne.”
Softly biting my lower lip, I reach up and trace my fingers over his left ear, and a deep rumbling purr vibrates in his chest. “What if I want you to?” I whisper.
He growls and quickens his pace, each thrust slowly advancing his knot. When I finally feel it push inside, I gasp at the intense fullness as we become locked together, almost to the point of pain, but not quite.
“So tight,” he rasps.
My head falls back, and I close my eyes as delicious sensations move over and through me.
He cups my cheek and my eyes snap open to find him staring down at me, his fangs extended, and his gaze full of fire and possession. “I want to watch you as you come.”
With his knot buried deep in my channel, I moan as he grinds against me. I’ve never felt anything like this before, and it’s too much and not enough all at once.
My entire body tightens around him as I fall over the edge, crying out his name. He drops his head to the curve of my neck and shoulder, and I feel a slight sting as he sinks his fangs into my flesh, giving me his claiming mark. It soon turns into pleasure as his stav begins to pulse.
He cries out my name, and intense heat erupts deep inside me as he fills me with his seed. It feels as if it goes on forever before he finally collapses on top of me.
I love the feel of his weight over me as his knot remains buried in my channel. After a moment, he lays down on his side, pulling me with him until we’re facing each other. We’re still locked together by his knot, and when I feel it pulse again, my mouth falls open as another powerful orgasm washes through me.
I’m still floating on a blissful wave as he rolls me beneath him once more. His body is still joined with mine as he kisses me long and deep. “I need you again,” he whispers.
Reaching up, I brush the hair back from his face as I stare deep into his eyes. “Then, you may have me, my love.”
CHAPTER 47
AUREN
When I wake, Vivienne is still in my arms. Her head is on my shoulder, her leg draped over mine with her hand on my chest, directly over my heart.
I brush the hair back from her face, tucking it behind the delicately curved shell of her ear. Her long lashes fan over soft pink cheeks and her lips are parted in a small ‘o.’
She is lovely, my beautiful wife, and I can hardly believe she is my mate.
