“What do you want?” he asks.
“All of you.”
With a deep growl, he reaches between us, grabs his cock and rams it into me. I gasp at the force of it, the suddenness, but I’m so wet and open it slips inside easily, deeper and deeper until he’s seated almost all the way.
Stopped by his knot.
His growl continues, a low rumble at my back, and I’m pretty sure if I glance back, I’ll see wolf ears and teeth.
It’s thrilling. Strangely, even more arousing. I tighten around his cock, and he licks my shoulder, my neck, my ear. “You don’t know how fucking much I’ve wanted to mark you.”
“All of you, Valen,” I whisper. “I want all of you.”
His cock throbs inside me, swelling bigger, and I gasp as it stretches me more. Then he starts fucking me with short thrusts, going deeper, until his knot starts hitting the lips of my pussy.
“Let me in, girl,” he growls in my ear, the words distorted. “Open up for me. Take my knot.”
And he lifts his hand and brings it down hard on my ass cheek.
Just like he had done in the woods.
I yelp, the sting tightening my muscles, making me clench harder around his cock, the pleasure skyrocketing. Again, he slaps me, and again, until I’m panting and clenching and coming around his cock again.
“I can’t…” I realize I’m crying, big fat tears, as my body convulses with pleasure. “Can’t…”
He grunts, rotating his hips, pushing… working his knot into me. It takes me a long moment to realize it’s actually fitting inside my pussy, stretching me so wide it hurts, but the pain is distant.
My mind is buzzing like a beehive, erasing all rational thought, muting the sensations. He grunts again, rocking into me with shallow thrusts, shoving his knot deeper.
“Fuck, woman…” His voice is inhuman, barely intelligible. “You feel amazing…”
But it means Valen is still there, still in charge. He hasn’t lost all control, as he’d feared. He’s taking care of me, careful not to hurt me, conscious of the enormity of his cock and knot, of my human fragility. He’s holding onto his control with the last shreds of his self-discipline as he knots me.
A superhuman act that melts my heart. A heart that already belongs to him.
“Bite me,” I whisper. “Mark me, brand me, sink your teeth into me.”
“It will hurt,” he slurs. “The scar will be permanent.”
And he goes still. Waiting.
He knows my scars have been a big deal for me, a source of pain and bad memories. But this scar is one I am choosing. A mark of his love for me, and I want it.
“Do it,” I breathe. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life, Valen. I love you. I’m yours. Complete the bonding. Please…”
With a bone-rattling growl, he fastens his mouth to the back of my neck. He licks my skin, his lips press an open-mouthed, warm kiss on my nape, and then, without warning, his sharp teeth sink into my flesh.
I cry out and jerk, the pain sharp. But as suddenly as it came, it fades away, smothered under a ton of pleasure. His teeth remain clamped on my skin as his hips snap and he works his knot a little deeper into me, his thick cock pleasuring me with every little shift, so large it fills my pussy completely.
Oh Gods, it’s not possible… I’m going to come again. The muscles in my legs and arms quiver with fatigue. There is a white buzzing inside my head. That place, that warm spot connecting me to Valen, tingles and sparks, and like every time, I can’t quite tell if it’s in my chest or in my mind.
Now it seems to be everywhere, filling my body, my veins, my bones.
We’re one. We’re always connected, but in this moment, we are one, one body, one mind, one beating heart.
I catch glimpses of thoughts of memories that aren’t mine—but they become mine now—of a beautiful lady leaning over me, a lady with Valen’s eyes, of wolves running through the forest and the plain, of a ritual in a ruined temple.
He growls against my skin, and I wonder what memories he’s getting from me.
