“Show me how much you need me,” I whisper, feeling him go deeper.
Wyatt sinks into me until his balls are against my folds. He’s still for a moment, teasing me with a few light throbs before he begins to move. Sweet, amazing friction. He moves inside me with deliberate slowness, each thrust gentle and deep, but not frenzied. His beautiful eyes never leave mine, watching every flutter of my lashes, every gasp and hum he forces from my body.
“You’re even more beautiful like this,” he murmurs, rolling his hips in a steady rhythm. “Flushed, breathless, and all fucking mine.”
“Yours,” I agree, my hands moving along his chest, feeling the way his enormous muscles flex with each movement of his hips.
It’s not commanding dominance like it is with Hayden, or playful intensity, like with Remy. Wyatt’s claiming feels more focused, like he cares about my pleasure more than his own. His hands hold my hips, but he doesn’t squeeze enough to bruise. He just keeps me steady so that I’m exactly where he wants me. Exactly where I want to be.
“Does this feel good? Is it enough, or do you need something different,” he asks.
“Just… just like this,” I gasp, my walls fluttering along his length. “Exactly like this.”
My body has responded to roughness. Succumbed to it, until I had no choice but to enjoy the way it felt. This is different, but incredible, every slow roll of Wyatt’s hips bringing me closer to an orgasm. The pressure doesn’t build rapidly, but it’s there and growing, like a gentle caress that is almost addictive.
He leans down and kisses me. Even his lips are gentle against mine, his tongue sliding into my mouth with the same careful attention he’s giving my body. The kiss deepens, and I taste myself, but the pace remains steady. Not rushed or frantic. Just perfect. I smooth my hands over his biceps, across his shoulders, running my fingers into his hair.
“You were made to be mine. I didn’t want to believe it, but now I realize there’s no escaping fate. Not when it’s right in front of me,” he sighs. “I’d rather have you in my bed than anystory… any ancient text in my library. You’re a mystery worth the obsession, and even after I solve it, I’m still going to want more.”
“What if you never solve it? Never find out… what I am?” I murmur, the pressure continues to build a little more.
“I already know what you are. You’re my mate,” he answers, intensity flickering in his eyes. “If I never learn more than that, it’ll be enough. Maybe you’re a mystery that can’t be solved. Maybe that’s how it’s meant to be.”
“The only mystery right now is how much longer I can last before you make me come,” I whimper, my nails digging into his forearm. “Not much longer, I’m afraid.”
“I know. I can feel you,” he answers, steadily driving his dick into my pussy. “You’re tightening around me. Getting slicker as the need grows. Can you feel me, mate? I’m right there with you. Our bodies are almost in perfect sync.”
He throbs inside me and I nod. “Yes, I can feel you… you’re close too.”
He groans in agreement, his hips maintaining the same steady rhythm that has me dangerously close to the edge. There’s no urgency, no desperation. Just the patient, relentless building of pleasure inside both of us.
The orgasm builds as gently as his thrusts, like a wave gathering strength before it crashes. I shudder, my hips moving in unison with him. I start to say something, but my words get caught in my throat and come out only as whimpers.
“Oh, Wyatt!” I cry, the pleasure finally crashing into me.
“You feel incredible,” he murmurs, his dick twitching against my fluttering walls.
It’s not a violent eruption of euphoria. It’s deeper, more intense, radiating through my body like warmth and lasting a long time. Wyatt’s rhythm falters as I clench, but he quickly recovers. It only takes a few more thrusts before I hear his raspy groan and he comes.
“Yes, oh yes! Yes!” I am trying not to shout as my orgasm peaks while he pumps me full of his seed.
Wyatt’s hips snap a few times, more rapidly than he’s done so far, then he buries himself deep and finishes climaxing, every throb heightening the peak of my orgasm until we’re both spent.
Then, I feel something else. The same swelling I felt after Hayden’s and Remy’s release. It stretches me for a moment, then recedes, which causes him to make an almost pitiful noise.
“Damn, they were right. There’s something missing. Something that prevents the mating ritual from finishing,” he groans. “I can feel it.”
“Does that ruin it?” I ask with a grimace. “Being unable to knot.”
“No,” he sighs. “It still felt incredible. Just feels like a piece is missing.”
“Your other two brothers? Storm and Jaxton?” I ask.
“Storm,” he replies, his breath catching slightly as he pulls out of me. “Jaxton… I’m not sure about him. He may not be part of this. Not after loving a she-wolf and almost becoming an Alpha. That broke him, and I don’t think anything can put him back together again.”
Wyatt lays down on the pelts and fur, staring at the ceiling while I snuggle in his arms. I’ve found another mate and I have at least one more.
“I guess we should head back,” I sigh, nestling against his chest. “Daisy is probably driving Hayden and Remy crazy by now.”
