Thaddeus
Her plea was wrought in desperation, and we knew she was ready.
The sound of it struck deeper than any claw. Not permission—need. The kind that left no room for delay, only precision.
I hovered there for a breath too long, forcing myself to feel every second of it. Her heat. Her shudder. The way her body yielded even as it ached.
I released her reddened nipple but was unable to resist the other swollen pink bud.
I guided my dripping cock to her slick cunny holding myself between her heated lips before gently suckling on her nipple.
Her body trembled beneath me and another plea left her lips.
Instinctively her hands curled around my waist as she tried to pull me closer.
The movement nearly undid me.
Take her. Complete our bond. Seal it, so she can never escape us, Wulfric snarled as I felt his frayed nerves reach their limit.
The command struck like a blade to the spine—raw, inevitable. There was no more space for restraint, only care. Only intention.
I gently eased in until she sighed and Wulfric began to pant.
Her tight slick hole stretched around me until I hit the barrier. I paused and glanced at her.
Time slowed to a fragile, suspended breath.
Strands of dark red curls clung to her temples, damp with heat, her cheeks flushed a deep, telling pink. Her lashes fluttered, eyes half-closed—lost, open, drunk on need and trust alike.
This was not surrender.
It was acceptance.
She was far more than the prophecy.
She was mine.
Always and forever.
I covered her mouth, capturing her soft lips as I rocked against the barrier. As soon as her mouth parted, I thrust deeper, swallowing her gasp of pain. I softened the kiss and held my hips still.
The moment stretched—fragile, suspended—every instinct screaming restraint.
The pressure around my cock was like no other. Soft, wet, but incredibly tight. Her insides clung to me, and then I felt the trickle of liquid.
I knew it was blood.
Her blood.
The knowledge struck hard and cold through the heat, grounding me.
I pulled back and peppered her face with kisses until I felt her relax.
“That’s my sweet girl, taking my hard cock,” I murmured beside her ear, breath rough and uneven. “Let me show you.”
Her fingers slid down my back, tentative at first, then clinging as I rocked my hips, feeling the heavy length of my cock sink deeper.
Her head tipped back, throat exposed, neck arching as her mouth fell open—silent, stunned by the sensation.
“Good girl,” I praised softly, voice thick with control barely held. “You are taking your first cock so well.”
I thrust harder, and this time I felt it—my knot pressing against her cunt. She finally moaned, the sound breaking free as her muscles fluttered around me.
No pain.
Only pleasure.
A slow grin spread across my face.
She was ready.
The need to rut—to knot and breed her until she was utterly undone—overtook everything else.
I pulled back only to drive into her again, deliberately, letting her feel every last inch of me. Her slick coated me as I began to thrust, slow at first, then harder, drinking in every cry and every helpless tremor of her thighs.
“Yes, Euphemia,” I growled, the sound torn from my chest as the rut seized me completely. “Take it, my sweet. Take. It. All.”
My hips slammed into hers with brutal, relentless force, control gone, instinct reigning.
I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her.
She was the most beautiful creature that had ever existed.
She was made for this.
For us.
Faster. Harder. I fucked her like the feral beast inside me, sweat dripping from my body to spatter over her trembling breasts.
“Oh—oh, yes,” she panted, claws digging into my back.
Her moans lengthened, her breaths breaking to match mine. I knew exactly what she needed. The ache would not end until she took my knot.
And when her eyes lifted to mine—wide, pleading, begging for more—it felt as though my chest might split open. Wulfric pressed hard against it, urging me forward, demanding completion.
I gripped her legs beneath her knees and spread her wider, testing her readiness as my slick-coated knot bumped against her.
“Open for me, mate,” I grunted, driving into her again and again.
Once—twice—then I felt her yield. I slammed downward as she swallowed my bulging knot. She shuddered and twitched, and my seed sprayed out as a roar tore from my throat. Her scream joined mine.
My vision blurred, but instinct carried me forward. I released her legs and surged down, sinking my teeth into her neck.
She continued to squeeze my knot, milking me greedily until I groaned against her skin and fed her more seed. My cock throbbed and jerked, spent yet still bound to her.
I eased my bite gently, lapping at the wound, knowing without thought that it would heal her.
Even as she clenched around my knot, I felt the tendrils of the bond reach for her. I kissed her neck and her hands slid over my back to rest on my shoulders, drawing us closer until our torsos pressed together.
A flicker.
Then I felt her.
Strong. Content. And yet—still hungry for more.
“I can feel you,” I murmured.
“I cannae help but feel ye,” she groaned.
“No,” I said with a soft chuckle, brushing my lips to her skin. “I meant the bond.”
Her nose scrunched as she concentrated.
“I cannae feel it,” she said after a moment.
“Wulfric says you’ll need to take a chunk out of my neck before the bind is complete,” I replied, keeping my voice gentle—reassuring.
She pulled back, eyes bright, and grinned at me.
“I like the sound o’ that.”
I chuckled, and Wulfric chuffed happily inside me.
He loved seeing her happy.
We both did.