I pulled back and drove forward, harder now, the slap of my hips against her ass sharp in the small room. “You’re going to take every inch of me and you’re going to come on my cock while I breed this tight little pussy.”
My hand cracked across her right cheek, hard enough to leave a print, and she yelped and clenched around me in a convulsion that dragged a growl from somewhere deep in my chest. I spanked her again, then a third time directly across the center of her perfect ass, and she sobbed into the sheets while her pussy flooded around my cock.
I gripped her hips with both hands and abandoned even the pretense of restraint.
The bed frame hit the wall again and again. The rhythm was relentless now, each thrust burying me to the root with a force that drove her forward on the mattress until I hauled her back by the hips and then slammed back into her again. She wasn’tforming words anymore. The sounds coming from her were high, broken, and continuous.
I felt my cock begin to change.
The knot formed gradually, starting at the base and swelling further with each stroke, and I felt Katie register it the moment the expanding girth began to stretch her entrance beyond what she’d accommodated before.
Her head came up from the sheets. “What—” She tried to pull forward and I held her hips firm.
“Hold still.” My voice came out rough, barely human, the wolf all but taking over. “Don’t fight it.”
Her breath hitched as the knot swelled further. “Silas, what’s happening?”
“I’m knotting you.” I drove in deep and held, grinding against her cervix while the knot continued its slow, inexorable expansion inside her. “You’re being bred, Katie. This is what it feels like when a wolf breeds his mate.”
She whimpered, her hands fisting the sheets so tightly her knuckles blanched. The knot was nearly at its full size now, a thick swelling of my cock that locked me inside her with a pressure that bordered on pain for both of us. The exquisite, necessary pain of two bodies fusing in a way that went deeper than flesh.
“It’s too much—” Her voice cracked. “Silas, it’s too?—”
“Breathe.” I leaned forward, covering her back with my chest, my mouth at her ear. My hips rolled in slow, shallow thrusts, the only range of motion the knot allowed, each movement grinding the thickest part of me against a spot inside her that made herwhole body shudder. “Breathe through it, my little wolf. Your body knows what to do.”
She was shaking, full-body tremors that I could feel, her back against my chest, her thighs against mine, her pussy clamping down hard around the knot that now held us locked together.
“This would have been slow,” I murmured against her ear. “If you hadn’t run. I would have laid you down and opened you up with my fingers until you were begging for it. I would have talked you through every inch.” I bit her earlobe, felt her clench. “But you’ve been a naughty little mate, and naughty mates get bred hard.”
“I told you I was sorry—” She turned her face into the pillow and her voice came out muffled and desperate. “I won’t do it again, please?—”
“Please what?”
“Please let me come. Please, Silas, I need to come, I can’t—I’m going to?—”
I reached underneath her and found her clit with my fingers, and the moment I touched it she detonated.
The orgasm hit her so hard her body tried to straighten, her spine going rigid, her head snapping back against my shoulder. Her pussy clamped down on the knot in contractions so fierce and rhythmic I felt them in my spine. She screamed—not a moan, not a cry, ascream—and her inner walls milked my cock in waves that pulled my own climax from me like a riptide.
I came inside her with a force that blanked my vision. My cock pulsed against the seal of the knot, each thick spurt trapped inside her by the swelling that locked us together, filling her ina way that no human coupling could replicate. I felt every pulse pour into her, hot and copious, flooding her channel until the pressure of it made her gasp and squirm against me.
“That’s it.” I growled against the side of her neck, my teeth grazing her. “Take all of it. Every drop.”
She was sobbing. Not from pain, it seemed, but from the sheer, overwhelming intensity of it, the sensation of being filled and stretched and claimed in a way that bypassed every defense her mind had ever built. Her body continued to clench around me in aftershocks that milked another pulse of seed from my cock each time, and I held her against my chest and let it happen, rolling my hips in the smallest movements the knot allowed, keeping the pressure on that spot inside her that made her quiver and moan.
“Good girl,” I murmured against her hair.
She turned her face enough to breathe and I saw tears on her cheek, not distress but release, the kind of tears that come when a body has been brought to its limit and finally allowed to let go.
The knot held.
I shifted us carefully onto our sides, keeping myself buried inside her, and pulled her back against my chest. Her breathing was ragged and uneven, coming down in stages from wherever the orgasm had taken her. I wrapped my arm around her waist and pressed my palm flat against her lower belly, where I could feel the subtle heat of what I’d just put inside her.
We lay there.
The knot pulsed between us at intervals, each pulse accompanied by a smaller spurt that made her shiver and pressback against me. Time passed slowly. The kitchen light cast its amber wash across the bedroom doorway. The house was silent except for our breathing and the distant, ordinary sounds of a city that had no idea what had just happened inside these walls.
After a while—fifteen minutes, maybe twenty—the knot began to subside. The swelling decreased gradually, and I felt her body adjust, her inner walls relaxing as the pressure eased. When I finally slipped free of her, she made a small, involuntary sound at the loss.
