Chapter 29
CHAPTER 29
S carlett was still quivering helplessly when Finnar rose to his feet behind her. He gripped her hips with his big hands as his cock nudged at her entrance, then entered her in one long hard stroke, stretching her wide and sending her soaring straight into another climax. He stayed buried deep inside her, holding her in place as her body convulsed helplessly. Once her tremors had calmed, he started to move. Each powerful thrust pushed her against the rock, the hard surface abrading her sensitive nipples and adding to her pleasure.
It felt like his cock was even bigger than usual, the wide head rubbing against her in just the right places, and she found herself climaxing again. He growled, his hands tightening on her hips as she convulsed helplessly, and she welcomed the additional sensation as the firestorm of pleasure swept over her again.
When the wave finally subsided enough for her to think, she looked back at him over her shoulder. His eyes were blazing blue, hints of his beast showing on his face, his expression taut with strain as he held himself in place.
She smiled at him and swept the hair away from her neck.
“My what big teeth you have,” she teased. “Perfect for giving me a mating bite.”
Nyra had educated her about that too, telling her how important it was to a Vultor male. His eyes blazed even brighter but he shook his head.
“I can’t. You are human, fragile.”
“Not that fragile,” she insisted, tightening her inner muscles around his embedded shaft. “Don’t you want to bite me?”
“Goddess, yes.”
“Then do it. I want everyone to know I’m yours.”
He growled, and then he was bending over her, his mouth at her neck. She felt the scrape of his fangs against her skin and she shuddered with nervous anticipation.
He bit down. Her body exploded, coming harder than she ever had before even as a strange warmth spread out from the bite, washing through her entire body and setting every nerve on fire. It was as if his teeth were connected directly to her clit. She could feel her pussy quivering and tightening around him, demanding that he join her.
He roared, the sound echoing through the forest as his seed finally filled her. His knot expanded, stretching her almost to the point of pain as their bodies locked together and small tremors kept sweeping over her. His teeth remained buried in her skin, each tiny movement sending another ripple of fire across her nerve endings.
The feeling seemed to go on and on, the warmth from his bite continued to pulse through her veins, but at last, her body relaxed, and she collapsed limply over the stone, still filled with his cock.
As the heat from the bite finally began to fade, he slowly released her neck, his tongue swiping soothingly across the bite but even that gentle touch threatened to bring on another climax.
“How do you feel?” he whispered.
“Wonderful. I had no idea it would be like that.”
“Neither did I,” he admitted, his voice sounding awed.
“Are you sorry you did it?”
“Fuck no,” he growled, licking the bite mark again.
“Good.” She wiggled a little, testing the feel of his knot and he groaned.
“You keep that up and we may never leave this forest.”
“That’s fine with me,” she murmured contentedly. “As long as I’m with you.”
“You will be, my mate. Forever.” He stroked her back. “But I would like to move somewhere a little more comfortable.”
“Are you sure?” She managed to lift her head and look back at him, giving him a teasing smile. “Aren’t you worried I’ll run again?”
“I’m counting on it, little red.” His eyes blazed. “I’ll never get tired of chasing you—or of catching you.”
She smiled as her eyes drifted closed. She was almost asleep when his knot finally subsided and he slid free, sending another quiver through her exhausted body.
“Home,” he said firmly, lifting her into his arms and carrying her back towards their den.
“I love you,” she murmured, reaching up to trace his jaw with gentle fingers.
“And I love you, little red,” he whispered back, his voice rough with emotion. She smiled at the nickname that had started as a taunt but had become an endearment.
Her hand fell back to her side as he carried her home. Home to the den they had created together and would fill with love and happiness and children. And perhaps a few wild chases… She smiled sleepily and gave into the lingering effects of pleasure, knowing that he would always be there to watch over her.
The next time her eyes opened they were back in their den. He had settled in the chair next to the fire, still holding her cradled against his chest. He was staring into the flames, a thoughtful expression on his face. She let herself admire those strong, determined features until he became aware of her gaze and looked down at her.
“Why were you holding back these past few days?” she asked softly.
His arms tightened around her. “I failed to protect you from that hunter.”
“That wasn’t your fault.” She traced the fresh scar on his shoulder. “You saved me.”
“After letting you get captured in the first place.” He shuddered. “But that’s not the only thing.”
She waited patiently as he struggled to find the right words.
“Being with me… it changes everything for you. The villagers may turn against you once they know. And the pack—” He swallowed hard. “Some of them still see humans as enemies. You’ll be caught between two worlds, belonging to neither.”
“I’ve been thinking about that,” she said slowly. “I would like to spend some of our time in the village.”
He tensed beneath her.
“In the village? Why?”
“Several reasons. First of all, I have a home there, my loom, my supplies. A market. I have friends like Tessa.”
He was already shaking his head.
“I’m not sure that’s a good idea. They all never accept me.”
“I don’t think that’s true, especially once they get to know you.” She cut off his protest. “It’s much easier to be afraid of things you don’t know. I doubt anyone in the village had ever met a Vultor before. I want them to get to know you.”
He didn’t look convinced, but then she hadn’t expected him to agree immediately. For now she was content just to have planted the seed.
“I know the risks,” she added, pressing her palm against his chest. “Some people will never accept us—in either world. But that’s all right.”
“It does not trouble you?”
“Not really. Grandmother likes you. Seren seems to like me.” She grinned at him. “Nyra treats me like family and I’m sure Tessa will like you. We’ll gather friends who see past the differences, who understand what we mean to each other. We’ll create our own community, one that bridges both worlds. It may take time, but we’ll do it together.”
Finnar smiled as Scarlett snuggled against him, pressing her face against his neck. The trust in that simple gesture made his throat tight. After years of isolation and anger, he’d found not just acceptance but pure, unconditional love. His mate’s happiness radiated through their newly forged bond, mirroring his own joy. His beast purred with satisfaction at the sight of their mate, safe and cherished.
“Our own community,” he echoed, tasting the promise in those words. A smile tugged at his lips as he looked down at her. “I like the sound of that. Even if it was just the two of us, it would be enough.”
The truth of it resonated deep within him. After years of isolation and rage, the simple act of holding her felt like coming home. His beast rumbled in agreement—they needed no one else, though he was grateful for those who had already accepted them.
He traced the mating mark on her neck, still amazed she’d wanted his bite. That she understood the depth of what it meant—not just to him, but to their future. She shivered at his touch but kept her gaze locked with his, letting him see her unwavering commitment to their path forward.
Her scent wrapped around him, her usual sweetness now marked with his claim, and he pulled her closer. The firelight played across her skin, highlighting the contentment in her expression. How had he gotten so lucky? This fierce, determined female who faced down his darkness without flinching, who saw past his harsh exterior to the wounded soul beneath.
She relaxed against his chest with a soft sigh, and his heart swelled. Yes, this was all he needed—this connection, this sense of belonging. Everything else would fall into place around the foundation they’d built together.