Chapter 14
Ansley
Hayden is towering over me in his true Human Form.
It scared me the first time I saw it, but now I realize it’s him, who he is. And he is going to be mine.
I’m as ready to claim him as much as he’s ready to claim me. I hope that means I’m ready to be claimed. Everything inside of me screams that I am.
“My mate,” he groans, rubbing the large, bulbous head against my folds. “I thought I’d always be denied this moment. That I’d go to the grave without ever feeling this bond. This connection. The only thing that can bring me true pleasure.”
“No one should ever be denied that,” I breathe out, trying to prepare myself.
“Tonight, neither of us will be denied,” he murmurs confidently. “Of that, I am certain.”
His grip tightens around my thighs. Almost bruising, but not enough to make me cry out. My ass still stings a little from the spanking. My body still aches from multiple orgasms that threatened to tear me apart. But I’m still ready for more.
He positions himself at my entrance, and even after everything, even as wet and ready as I am, the size of him makes my breath catch in my throat.
“Look at me,” he demands, leaning closer. “Don’t look away. I want to see it in your eyes when I make you mine.”
I meet his amber gaze, and the bond between us seems to strengthen like it’s alive and electric. A moment passes between us. It almost feels profound. Recognition? Inevitability? …or could it be destiny?
“This will hurt,” he warns, his voice rough but honest. “But only for a moment. I’ve made sure of that. Then I’m going to make you feel things you never imagined.”
Before I can respond, he thrusts forward, burying the thick head of his cock inside me in one smooth, controlled motion. I cry out, my back arching, my nails digging into his forearms. The stretch is overwhelming, burning, so much more than his fingers or tongue prepared me for.
“Breathe,” he murmurs, his grip tightening until he’s holding me perfectly still. “Just breathe through it and everything will be fine.”
I force myself to inhale, tears pricking my eyes. He’s not even fully inside me. When I look down in a bit of panic, I can see his length, and I can feel the ridge of the thick head where I’m stretched around him. But after a few breaths, the burn passes. My body adjusts.
“That’s it, mate. Your body knows what to do,” he rumbles, and I feel the vibration of his deep voice. “It recognizes your mate.”
He pulls back slightly, then pushes forward another inch. Then another. Each advance makes me gasp, the burn returning as he stretches me wider than I thought possible.
“I don’t know if—” I manage, but he cuts me off.
“You can,” he murmurs. “You will.”
His hips continue to move, every advance forcing another torturous inch inside me. I look down to see a streak of blood mixed with my nectar coating his gigantic shaft. No surprise, since I’ve never done this before. It could definitely be worse, considering his size.
“I told you to look at me,” he moves a hand to my chin and forces me to meet his gaze again. “I’m your mate. Your Alpha. After this, you will be mine forever.”
“I already am,” I whisper, staring into his mesmerizing eyes, seeing the hunger of his craving for me.
“Yes, you are,” he rasps.
Suddenly, I feel calm. Like nothing else matters, as long as I’m looking into my mate’s eyes. “I’m ready,” I breathe.
“Mm-Hmm,” he hums in agreement.
His hips snap forward, tearing through what is left of my innocence with a brutal thrust. The pain is sharp and immediate, making me scream, but he doesn’t stop. He keeps pushing, deeper and deeper, until I feel his hips flush against mine.
He’s fully inside me. Every thick, massive inch of his cock.
“Fuck,” he groans, his enormous frame trembling. “So perfect. So undeniably mine.”
I gasp, a tear trickling down my face as I struggle to accommodate his size. It hurts, so much. It burns. But underneath the pain, it still feels right, like this moment was inevitable, and this is what has truly been missing from my life.
He leans down, pressing kisses to my neck that trail up to nibble on my earlobe. “I know it hurts, but it’ll pass, just like I promised. Let your body adjust.”
He holds himself still, buried to his balls inside me, giving my body the time it needs. The hand holding my chin moves to my breast, squeezing and caressing until my nipple pebbles against his skin. His other hand keeps a firm grip on my thigh, ensuring I can’t move.
Slowly, but surely, the burning pain begins to fade. My inner walls stop fighting the intrusion and begin to accept it.
“Better?” he asks, and I can hear the restraint in his voice, like he’s dying to move.
I nod, already feeling my body adjust. The pain has receded, replaced by an overwhelming sense of fullness.
“Good,” he shifts his position slightly, his cock moving enough for me to feel a tremor of pleasure. “Because now I’m going to fuck you like my mate deserves to be fucked.”
He pulls back until only the swollen head is keeping me stretched around his girth, then he slams back in.
I cry out, but this time it’s not entirely from pain.
There’s pleasure there, building beneath the intensity.
I get several more slamming thrusts before he settles into a rhythm that is brutal, but it feels good, too.
Good builds into grandeur, and I start moaning with pleasure.
“See, there was never anything to worry about. You can trust me,” he reassures me, the steady rhythm making my toes curl. “You can always trust your mate.”
His thrusts get more powerful, relentless, each one hammering his dick into my pussy.
The bed shakes beneath us. If there was a wall, the headboard would be slamming against it, probably already embedded in the plaster and tearing pieces out.
The ceiling might be crumbling around us like it did at the cathedral.
“Mine. All mine,” he murmurs in unison with his thrusts. “I’m going to fuck you until you scream, and I’m going to give you my knot. Until you know that you’re not just swollen with my seed, but my heir. My fucking future. My Pack’s future. Our future.”
A baby? His child? I hadn’t even thought about that. I was too lust-drunk and enthralled. Am I ready for children? In an instant, I know the answer. My vision goes white. I see myself in a rocking chair, a swaddled baby in my arms. His baby.
But it’s not just one child. There are others there, too. Playing. Running. But are they all his? That doesn’t… feel right. I try to focus on it, but then an older boy shifts into a wolf, and the image fades.
Hayden is hammering himself into me harder now.
Faster. His movements are raw and filled with primal fury, like he’s desperate to fill me with his release.
And he’s close. I can feel him throbbing inside me.
Feel the pulsations that stretch me just a little more, each time they ripple through my pussy.
Those ripples turn into pure pleasure, until he’s not the only one who is close.
“Hayden,” I moan, my nails raking down his back. “I’m about to… I feel you…”
“Yes, my mate. This time, we’re going to share our bliss,” he pants. “You’ll drink from mine and I’ll drink from yours.”
“Fuck! Hayden!” I scream, my body convulsing as pleasure consumes me.
His cock goes deep, his throbs teasing the sensitive spot inside me as I orgasm.
I don’t know how many I’ve had tonight, but this one is different from the others.
It’s not just physical. Not just emotional.
I feel it in the very fibers of my being, from the hair on my head to the tips of my curled toes.
“Mine, all fucking mine,” he grinds out the words through clenched teeth. “My perfect fucking mate.”
Then I shatter into a million pieces, my vision a kaleidoscope of fragmented images I can’t make out. They all slowly come back together until I’m looking into his eyes. My mate’s eyes, burning with amber devotion, aching with something denied him for much longer than I’ve drawn breath.
For a moment, it aches inside me too, then I feel him jerking and throbbing inside me, and I orgasm again, my inner walls clamping down on him like a vise. Even that doesn’t slow him down. He drives his cock into my tight sheath, every pulsation making me scream until I feel his release.
“Fuck! YES!” he roars, his rhythm faltering, his hips jerking erratically as he climaxes, ejaculating inside me.
His dick keeps moving until he’s spent and my orgasm has faded. The fire in his eyes fades to a flicker. Then a confused look settles on his face.
“There’s no knot,” he mutters, looking down at where we are still joined. “I don’t understand why.”
“Maybe it’s different with me,” I mumble, barely able to form a coherent thought as the afterglow settles into my veins. “I’m not a she-wolf.”
“Maybe,” he sighs, some confusion in his voice. “Or maybe we just have to keep trying.” A mischievous grin spreads across his face.
“I’m exhausted,” I whisper, struggling to keep my eyes open.
“I’m not,” he says, his hand tightening on my thigh. “I’ve waited far too long for once to be enough for me. I’ll still be fucking you tomorrow when the sun comes up.”
For once, I wish I couldn’t sense when he’s telling me the truth.
But then he starts moving inside me and I’m ready for him again.