Chapter 7
Chapter
Seven
ESMERAY
One moment, my head was spinning with pleasure, and the next the world jerked around me as Drakkan lifted me off his hips and deposited me face down on the forest floor. I only managed to whimper as he hauled my hips up into the air, the cool breeze stark against the heated flesh of my center.
I expected to feel the nudge of his cock against my sopping entrance, but instead, I yelped as his tongue swiped from my clit all the way to the pucker of my ass.
My squeal turned into a broken gasp as the wet heat of his mouth closed over the tight ring of muscle and he thrust his tongue against it.
Lightning danced behind my eyelids for a moment before he pulled away.
“Someday, I will bind myself to every hole you have.” Drakkan’s voice became less human by the second, sounding now like the rolling thunder of an incoming storm and the snarl of a wolf who guarded its kill. “But I’ll start with this one.”
One finger eased into my aching cunt to make his point clear, and my eyes rolled back into my head as I pressed my cheek into the dirt. His digit slid in with no resistance, so he added a second, then a third.
“Please,” I gasped.
“What do you want, little witch?” Drakkan asked, his voice nothing short of otherworldly.
I was so debauched and undone by this point that the words spilled effortlessly past my lips. “Your cock. To be your bride, now and forever.”
Finally, I felt the head of his cock at my entrance, and I nearly swallowed my tongue as he began to push forward. So big was he that my breath was punched from my chest in a long, broken moan. My insides felt remade by his presence, but still, he kept pushing forward.
I squirmed against him, both craving more and feeling on the edge of too much. One large hand landed on the back of my neck, pinning me to the ground. Drakkan’s claws reemerged, and while they were lethally sharp, they rested warm and comforting against my skin.
I managed to pull in a shuddering breath, and the musty comforting smell of the earth and the leaves I lay pinned in filled my lungs. The smell of the forest. The smell of home.
The smell of Drakkan.
The last of the resistance disappeared and I gasped as Drakkan’s hips pressed against mine.
“You’ll never have to beg again little witch,” he growled, bending over to blanket my back with his chest and rasp into my ear. “I’m going to make you more than my bride. I will bind you to me as a goddess.”
He pulled out slightly before driving home again, driving a noise akin to a sob from my throat. As he bottomed out, he ground against me before pulling out and repeating the motion.
“This forest will be yours as much as mine, and the wildness in your blood will become one with the call of the hunt in mine,” he said, continuing to pick up his pace.
I began to push back against him and he sat up fully. He released the back of my neck in favor of using both hands to hold my waist, pulling me back as his hips snapped forward. I turned my head to the side as my fingers curled, digging deep into the dirt.
It should have been filthy and obscene, being fucked into the ground in the middle of the forest by an inhuman being who had hunted me through the shadows. Just the thought of it made my core clench and a new gush of wetness run down my thighs.
But it also felt warm in my chest, as if my blood were igniting with something it had always known but had been forced to let be dormant for too long. Now, the creature there woke up, stretched its legs, and turned its face up to howl at the moon.
Sensation tore through me, heightened by the adrenaline still coursing in my veins.
The fur of Drakkan’s thighs brushed against the back of my legs and the tips of his claws dug into my flesh, sharp but not breaking skin.
Leaves crunched and rubbed against my breasts as my chest pressed into the forest floor.
I gasped as a new sensation joined the mix: a foreign stretch, pushing my core beyond anything I had known before as Drakkan continued to drive into me. As he pulled out, it caught at my entrance before forcing back in.
A snarl reverberated through the clearing as I clenched around the new intrusion.
“Humans may tie their hands together with ribbon, but I will tie myself to you in my own way,” Drakkan rasped. “I’ll drive my seed so deep inside you that my power will take root, growing as tall and strong as these woods.”
I whimpered as the bulge pushed inside me again, realizing what it was: a knot like a wolf’s that would lock me to Drakkan, keeping me pinned as he filled me.
“Yes,” I gasped, no fear or apprehension left in my body as my pleasure ratcheted the highest it had been yet. All that was left was a blinding need to feel him spend inside me.
One of Drakkan’s hands left its grip on my hip to find my aching center once more.
“Come for me, my bride,” he urged, “And all that I am will be yours.”
I shattered with a howl, and Drakkan echoed me, his call no longer lonely and mournful.
Now my scream was joined with his as his knot slipped inside me one last time.
I convulsed around him, my vision turning completely white as he emptied inside me, impossibly deep as my cunt was stretched beyond imagining.
I trembled for long seconds before my legs gave out. A strong arm wrapped around my waist and eased us sideways on the forest floor. Drakkan pulled me back against his chest, his knot still pulsing inside me as he tucked my head beneath his chin.
For long minutes, the only sound was the rustling of wind in the trees and ragged cadence of our breaths.
Lying naked on the forest floor with my center still aching and filled to the brim with a god and his seed might have felt uncomfortable, but instead, a warm sense of peace spread over me.
Like the feeling of being covered by a familiar quilt in one’s own bed, but amplified.
It spread in a building warmth, up from where Drakkan was knotted to me toward my chest. He pressed his hand over the center of the heat for a moment, and I gasped as I looked down, finding a golden light spilling between his fingers.
After a moment, he pulled his hand away to show a new mark, just below the moon phases of my witch mark. Where those sparkled in an iridescent shimmer, the bright golden sheen of antlers, wreathed in flowers now adorned my skin.
“It’s beautiful,” I breathed.
“I told you I would make you my goddess,” he murmured into my hair, some of the otherworldliness of his speech gone. Now, he sounded much more like a man speaking to his lover.
I smiled.
“You would share your forest with me?” I asked.
“I always have,” he admitted. “From the moment you set foot beneath my branches, I knew you belonged here. But such feelings are not usual for a god, and until tonight, I did not think you would agree to be my bride.”
I laid my hand over his where it rested between my hip bones, pressing against where I still felt him inside me.
My mind drifted back to the festival in the town, and how tonight I had felt adrift.
With my sister a woman grown, I had wondered what my purpose might be now, and pondered what it might be like to embrace the wildness in my soul I had always kept in check.
“What made you decide tonight was the night?” I asked, wondering how Drakkan had been able to sense the change in me.
His hand drifted up to brush the golden tiara—the one that had belonged to my mother—now sitting wildly askew in my tangled braids. “You put my mark on you, and I knew it was time.”
A smile grew on my face until I was beaming, and I almost laughed at the perfect serendipity of it. Instead, I twisted my head and reached behind me. My hand closed around one of Drakkan’s own antlers, and I dragged him toward me for a kiss.