Chapter 47 #2
Behind me, Finn finally speaks — a soft, appreciative sound, like a rumble of thunder in the distance. Koa’s breathing harder, but he doesn’t interrupt. He doesn’t need to.
For now, she’s mine. Mine to explore, mine to taste, mine to make come undone.
And I intend to do exactly that.
I press my mouth to the base of her neck again, right over the spot where instinct tells me I could claim her, and I linger there, letting my breath fan out over her damp skin.
She laughs, but it’s shaky. “What, no more talking?” she manages, voice barely a scratch.
I grin against her. “Didn’t think you’d want to waste time on words right now,” I say, and then I bite again, just to prove the point.
She moans — a real one this time, no teasing. The sound runs up my spine and I chase it, mouth and hands moving in tandem, learning every inch of her I can reach.
The room is silent, except for us. For her. For the way I make her unravel.
And I want all of it.
You taste like fire, I want to say, but I don’t. I just show her instead.
I slide my hands down her sides, tracing the curve of her waist, the flare of her hips.
Her breath hitches as I hook my fingers into the waistband of her pants, tugging them down slowly, revealing more of her heat, her slick.
I can feel her heartbeat pulsing through her body, echoing in my own chest.
I dip my fingers beneath the fabric of her underwear, brushing against the soft curls there.
She gasps, her hands tightening in my hair, pulling me closer.
I can feel her wetness, her heat, and it sends a surge of desire through me.
I slide my fingers lower, parting her lower lips, feeling her so slick and ready.
I find her clit, that small bundle of nerves, and I circle it gently with my fingers. She bucks against my hand, a moan escaping her lips. I can feel her body tensing, her muscles contracting, as I slip two fingers inside her.
She’s tight and hot, her body gripping me like a vice. I press my thumb against her clit, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles, feeling her hips jerk in response. Her breath comes in short gasps, her body writhing against mine as I build her pleasure higher and higher.
“Please,” she begs, her voice a raw whisper. “Please, don’t stop.”
I have no intention of stopping. Not until she’s screaming my name, not until she’s come undone around me. I curl my fingers inside her, stroking that spot that makes her cry out, her body convulsing. I can feel her getting closer, her body tensing, her muscles fluttering around my fingers.
“Let go, brat,” I murmur against her skin, my voice a low growl. “Come for me.”
And she does. She comes so beautifully, gushing slick all over my hand and soaking the blankets below us, but it’s not enough.
I want to taste her but I’m too impatient, and I figure there will be plenty of time for that throughout the duration of her heat.
Right now, I’m aching to be knot-deep inside her, and from the way she’s writhing and grinding against me, she wants my knot too.
I shift my position, aligning myself with her entrance. She whimpers as I rub my length against her, coating myself in her slick. Her eyes meet mine, pleading and desperate. “Please, I need your knot. Please,” she begs, her voice hoarse with desire.
I don’t make her wait. With a single, smooth thrust, I push into her, feeling her stretch around me.
Her heat envelops me, and I groan at the sheer intensity of it.
She’s so tight, so wet, and every inch of her clings to me, pulling me deeper.
I start to move, slow at first, letting her feel every ridge, every vein, as I slide in and out of her.
Her moans fill the room, each one more desperate than the last. I can feel her body responding, her muscles gripping me tighter, her hips rising to meet each thrust.
I pick up the pace, my hips slapping against hers as I drive into her with more force. Her breath hitches with each thrust, her body writhing beneath mine as she takes me deeper and deeper. She’s so slick, so ready, and the sounds of our bodies coming together fill the room, raw and primal.
“More,” she gasps, her nails digging into my back, pulling me closer. “Harder. Please, I need your knot.”
Her words send a surge of heat through me, and I give her what she wants. I fuck her harder, my body slamming against hers, the bed shaking with the force of our movements. She’s so tight, so hot, and I can feel her body gripping me, trying to pull me even deeper.
The pressure building at the base of my cock is relentless, a throbbing ache that grows with every thrust. I know what’s coming, the way my body is gearing up for the inevitable, and the anticipation is exquisite and excruciating all at once.
I can feel my knot starting to swell, thickening and straining as it drags along the sensitive rim of her entrance with every movement.
She must feel it too, the way it pulses inside her, because her eyes widen in startled, wild delight.
Her lips part on a gasp, breath shuddering out of her chest. She clings to my shoulders, legs wrapping tighter around my waist as she draws me impossibly close, her entire body shivering with anticipation.
I meet her gaze, and in her dilated pupils and the flush rising up her throat, I see her hunger.
She wants this as much as I do — wants to be claimed, filled, stretched to her very limit.
My pace starts to falter as my knot engorges fully, each thrust grinding the swelling mass against her, making it harder and harder to move.
The friction is maddening, the pressure building toward a fever pitch.
I can feel her responding, her body spasming around me, pulling at my knot as if she’s desperate to lock me in.
She whimpers, the sound somewhere between pleasure and agony, and clutches the back of my neck, dragging my face down to hers. “Please,” she begs, voice trembling and desperate. “Bite me. Don’t stop, please—”
I don’t. I can’t. The world narrows to the slick heat around me and the swelling ache at my base, the perfect vice of her body coaxing my knot larger and larger until, with a final, grinding shove, I pop fully inside her.
She screams, raw and triumphant, and the sensation of my knot locking us together is overwhelming—so tight, so hot, that I nearly black out from the intensity.
I pulse inside her, waves of pleasure rolling through both of us, and her limbs jerk as she comes again, milking every drop from me.
The sensation of being locked inside her is wild, animal, a mix of heady triumph and sweet helplessness.
I can’t move, not really, not with my knot swelling and anchoring me so deeply inside her body that it feels like we’ve become a single, shuddering creature.
It’s a different kind of surrender, not just for her but for me, and the final, greedy tugs of her muscles around my base send tremors up my spine.
I can feel every twitch, every flutter, every aftershock of her climax echoing up through my own body.
She buries her face in my neck, teeth scraping along my collarbone, and she’s gripping my hair so hard it hurts, but I love it. I want to give her more. She’s panting, whimpering, all words forgotten now, just a mess of need and instinct beneath me.
There is a compulsion rising in me — a hunger that’s more than just about the physical. It’s in my blood, in my marrow, an electric charge that demands release. I want to mark her, claim her in a way that will outlast the fever of this heat, something written in tooth and blood.
The urge to bite is overwhelming.
I resist for a moment, just to savour the anticipation, and in that heartbeat, I realise she wants it too; she’s arching her throat, exposing her pulse, her body begging for the final act. The air is thick with the scent of sex and longing, every sense sharpened to a knife’s edge.
I can’t help but imagine how it will feel: her skin splitting beneath my teeth, the rush of her blood pounding in my mouth, the way her body will tense and surrender under the pain-pleasure of it.
I want to see the mark it will leave, the way it will brand her as mine for as long as we live.
The sound of her voice, ragged and desperate, whispers please again, and that’s all I need.
I lower my mouth to her throat, tongue flicking over her pulse point, and she shivers, eyes rolling back.
My canines ache, sharp and eager, and I give in to the impulse that has been building since the moment I first scented her in heat.
I sink my teeth into her neck, and the sensation is instant: she jerks against me, her entire body stiffening, then melting in my arms as the pain gives way to a tidal wave of pleasure.
I taste her, salt and copper and something wild, and the claiming rushes through both of us, fusing us together more completely than the knot alone ever could.
She clenches around me, a final, desperate pull, and I roar against her skin, hips locked tight to hers, every nerve ending set alight.
She’s sobbing now, clutching me with a fierceness that borders on feral, and I hold her just as tight, not daring to let go.
In that moment, I feel her previous pain, her vulnerability, her raw emotion seeping into my soul.
It’s like we’re two halves of a whole, fitting together perfectly in each other’s arms.
As her sobs quiet down to gentle sniffles, she looks up at me, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. And in that gaze, I see a reflection of my own emotions mirrored back at me. The connection between us is undeniable, almost palpable, as if an invisible thread binds us together.
That’s exactly what the bond feels like, I realise.
A smile tugs at the corners of my lips as I register how right this feels, how effortlessly we’ve fallen into sync with one another. It’s a feeling unlike any other, a sense of peace and contentment settling over me like a warm blanket.
And in that moment, as I hold her close, I know that this is where I belong, what my heart has been searching for all along.
As we lie under the starlit sky, I whisper softly, “I love you,” knowing that these three words carry the weight of my soul.