Euphemia
His eyes stayed locked on mine as he lowered his head, his fingers never leaving my throat. A smirk curved his mouth just before his lips parted and heat closed around my nipple. My jaw clenched, teeth grinding as sensation flared sharp and relentless.
He knew every inch of my body.
And he knew exactly how to stoke the raging fire inside me.
He made a loud smacking sound on his final tug before moving to my other breast. I gripped his wrist, trying to pry his hand from my throat—but his fingers only tightened as he sucked harder on my nipple.
Within moments, my resistance dissolved. I parted my thighs, digging my heels into the bed and lifting my hips for him, hungry and unashamed.
I could feel my wolf stirring—playful, defiant. I smiled up at him and hooked my legs around his thighs, fingers raking through his hair as I pressed him harder to my breast. He growled in response, widening his mouth as though he might swallow me whole.
I curled my fingers in his hair and tugged, sharper this time, until I felt the heavy weight of his cock settle against my belly. My insides clenched, a flare of satisfaction rippling through my wolf.
She had come to me slowly—slipping in and out between sleep and waking—drawn forward by Wulfric’s growls and purrs, coaxed into the light at last.
More smacking sounds dragged my attention back to him. I watched his tongue slip over his lips as he licked them, slow and deliberate.
He released my neck without warning, his hands sliding down to cup my rear before lifting me off the bed—until only my head and shoulders remained pressed into the feather pillows.
“No,” I gasped. “What are ye doing?”
His eyes flashed gold.
Then he buried his face between my thighs.
He wasn’t gentle, and his tempo was ravenous—growling, teeth grazing my sensitive flesh, and when he pushed his tongue inside…
I was mortified.
He was lapping up his own seed—my slick—everything, like a crazed beast.
I gasped, trying to free myself from his grip, but he dragged his tongue all the way up to the bundle of nerves. My eyes rolled back, my insides pulsing, contracting rapidly until slick oozed out and trailed downward.
“Oh God,” I cried to the ceiling—but he only sucked harder.
I couldn’t catch my breath. My hands clawed at the bedding, searching for purchase as sensation crashed over me in relentless waves.
Then a deep growl tore from him, vibrating straight through my core—and something answered it.
My wolf.
At first it was only a soft sound, uncertain, instinctive. But it grew—stronger, louder—until Thaddeus paused and lifted his head to look at me.
His lips and chin were drenched.
Utterly sinful.
“There you are,” he murmured, wiping his face with the back of his hand with a wide grin.
I stretched my leg out and planted my foot against his chest.
He caught my ankle, his grip firm as his palm drifted leisurely up to my knee.
“Do you think you can stop me from claiming what’s mine?” he drawled.
We both knew I couldn’t resist his claim. We both knew my heat drove me to distraction. That didn’t mean I couldn’t toy with him.
“Yours?” I asked, nudging his chest with my toe.
Something dark flickered across his face—gone almost as quickly as it appeared.
He reached for my other leg with infuriating ease and settled it over his shoulder.
“The promise of our bond began with a single spark,” he said quietly, lifting my foot from his chest and placing it on his other shoulder. “But that’s the thing—one spark can become an inferno.”
He dropped over me, trapping my limbs between us.
“And you are the spark that lit me up, little wolf,” he growled, grinding himself between my thighs. “You owe me.”
His hot, hard length grazed against me—knot and all—and I gasped, instinctively trying to meet him. His weight bore down on my limbs, holding me firmly in place, denying me even that small mercy.
Back and forth he dragged himself between me, slipping against me but never entering. All I could do was cling to him, breath breaking with every taunting pass.
“You owe me a whole bond,” he growled, nipping at my neck where his mark lay—possessive, deliberate, reminding me exactly who I belonged to.
I felt my wolf curl coyly in my chest and… snigger.
Before I could reprimand her, his chest brushed over my nipples, layering a new sensation atop the burning ache already coiled inside me.
“Aye, yer right,” I groaned, sliding my arms around his neck.
Let them fight it out amongst themselves—I needed him inside me. Now.
He pulled back to look at me, hesitant and suspicious.
“I’m yours,” I murmured, rubbing my palms along his cheeks and jawline.
The rough growth of his whiskers prickled against my hands.
“Please,” I whispered.
His eyes softened, and my breath hitched when he moved his hand between us, guiding the blunt head to my opening.
“I could never deny you, in any lifetime,” he murmured, pressing his lips on mine like an unbreakable seal.
My fingers curled around his neck as I felt him push forward, spreading me open again until I moaned against his lips. My legs slid from his shoulders, but he caught them immediately, locking them in place with his arms.
He moved at a steady, deliberate pace, taking his time—teasing me with the heavy presence of the thick knot at his base. I relaxed without thought, letting my legs fall wider, opening myself fully to him.
His scent deepened, richer and more potent, and only then did I realise he kept his head low—his neck bared to me. My gaze fixed there. On the thick muscle. On the vein pulsing just beneath his skin.
“Such a tight little cunt for me,” he growled, thrusting deeper until his knot slapped against me.
The bed began to creak beneath us as his movements turned rougher, more urgent. His face tightened when part of his knot pressed inside me, his restraint fraying with every thrust.
“Take my knot in,” he huffed, driving deeper until I felt myself give way.
“Yes,” he hissed, grinding his belly against mine. “Take it. Oh—yes. Take it like a good mate.”
The knot stretched me open, battering my insides while his cock pushed deeper still.
My body began to tremble, the tight coil in my belly shattering all at once. I clawed at his hair, and as I screamed, his scent closed around me—thick, overwhelming.
The cry was cut short as my teeth sank into his neck. My body clenched hard around him, locking his knot inside me as his seed pulsed hot against my walls—nearly as hot as the blood that trickled down my cheek.
His growl turned feral, violent in its intensity. I felt it travel from his chest to his throat beneath my mouth. I bit down harder, unwilling to let him go.
Ours, she purred—delighted. Content.