My chest and cheek met the worn leather cushion. My ass jutted up behind me, the cool cabin air meeting the residual heat he’dput there with his palm. My hands gripped the far side of the cushion. I was folded over the arm of the couch with my legs parted and my back arched and everything exposed, and I heard him settle into position behind me.
His hands gripped my hips.
The blunt pressure of his cock found my entrance and held there, just enough contact for me to feel the thick head splitting me open without actually filling me.
“Silas, wait?—”
He drove forward.
The stretch punched the air from my lungs. He buried himself in a single stroke that bottomed out against my cervix with enough force that my fingers dug into the leather and my mouth opened in a cry that filled the warm room and bounced back from the stone walls.
He held there, fully seated, his hips flush against my ass. Then he pulled back and slammed in again, and the rhythm he set was the opposite of gentle.
It was the kind of fucking that moved furniture, each thrust driving me into the couch arm with enough force that the couch itself scraped forward half an inch on the pine floor. His hands on my hips were iron, hauling me back to meet every stroke. The slap of his pelvis against my ass rang through the cabin in a steady, obscene percussion that blended with the crack of the fire and the sound of my voice making noises that felt more wolf than human.
“Your belly will be swollen with my pups soon.” His voice came from above and behind me, rough and dark, each word deliveredbetween thrusts that drove the breath from my body. “My needy, beautiful little mate, round with my babies.”
The image ignited something primal, beneath thought, in the place where my wolf lived, and my pussy clenched around him so violently he groaned.
“And even when you’re a fancy lawyer—” He drove into me with a stroke that made my toes curl against the floor and my nails score the leather. “—you’ll still be my naughty little mate.” His hand cracked across my right cheek.
He leaned forward, his chest covering my back, his mouth at my ear.
“Mine to breed whenever I want.”
The wordbreedset off a cascade of heat that flooded downward through my pelvis and clenched every muscle between my navel and my knees. The climax that had been building gathered itself into a fist at the center of me and I felt its shadow looming.
“Say it.” He drove into me and held, grinding against my cervix. “Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours.” My voice was scraped past hoarseness to something raw. “I’m your mate.”
He ground his thumb against my clit and drove his cock into me at the exact angle that shattered the last of whatever I’d been holding together, and I came brutally hard.
My body locked around him in contractions so intense my vision went white and my scream was silent for the first two seconds because my lungs had seized along with everything else. Then the sound arrived, ragged and unrestrained and bouncing off thecabin walls. My pussy milked him in waves that I felt in the soles of my feet curling against the pine floor.
He fucked me through all of it. Relentless, unceasing, each thrust prolonging the plateau until I was sobbing into the leather and clawing at the cushion and begging in words that weren’t fully formed.
His rhythm broke at last. The controlled, punishing pace stuttered, and his hands on my hips tightened to a bruising grip as he buried himself to the root with a sound that came from somewhere deeper than his chest, from whatever had made and bound him to this place and to me.
I felt him come, hot, thick ropes of his essence spurting into me, and then his knot asserted itself, expanding deep within and stretching me more with each thrust. He kept moving, grinding those last few inches until the thickest part of his knot had locked me into place.
His hips rolled against my ass in slow, grinding motions, my pussy clamping down around him and pulling his seed deeper, unable to let even a drop escape with his knot sealing us together.
I lay pinned over the arm of the couch, completely and utterly claimed, locked to him until at last his knot deflated and he slowly pulled back from me.
He gathered me up off the couch arm, turned me, and pulled me against his chest, his come sliding warm down the inside of my thigh as he did so. We sank onto the cushions together, my legs across his lap, his arm around my shoulders, his hand resting on my stomach.
I pressed my face into his neck and breathed him in.
His thumb circled on my belly.
I settled against his chest. His heartbeat was slow and steady beneath my ear.
“Your mine, little mate.”
EPILOGUE
Three days later…
