Blaidd
Fenrir stirred beneath my chest as I stroked her belly.
The mixture of his feelings was always the same, and they rarely affected me.
Yet having her bound and naked, her belly full of my pups, hit me differently.
She was relaxed. Content. Horny. I didn’t care if it was hormones that made her willing—I needed her around my knot.
All night she’d played havoc with my senses. All week she’d driven me mad with her shenanigans. Now, I had all the time in the world to do whatever I wanted.
I parted her thighs and knelt between them until the gentle floral, musky scent of her made me drip. I eased my finger beneath the cream-and-gold embroidered panties I’d chosen, just enough to feel how wet Lielit was.
Her breath hitched as I dragged my fingertip down her slick slit.
“So wet,” I murmured, more to myself than her.
I kissed our children before following the downward slope toward her breasts.
“Blaidd,” she panted.
“Hmm?” I hummed, lazily circling her nipple with the tip of my tongue.
Her radiance had outshone every man and woman at the event. Beneath the veneer, I’d loved watching them burn with envy.
I cupped her breasts, pressing them together as I sucked on her nipple. In a handful of months, the twins would claim them. I brushed my thumb back and forth over the other until it hardened.
Whenever she protested, I simply alternated sides, teasing her relentlessly. I couldn’t get enough of her hot flesh. The scent of her—of her and her products—mingled together, intoxicating.
I kissed my way to my mark. My cock brushed against her belly as I stared at the faint puncture marks.
“Mine,” I said, licking the spot.
She whimpered, her nails digging into my arm.
I slid my hand beneath the lace and over her mound, slipping two fingers inside her tight hole. She clenched around them, lifting her hips, begging for more. Whether she admitted it or not, we were bound together.
My lips smashed against hers urgently as I began to fuck her with my fingers. She moaned and kissed me back, rocking her hips greedily.
“Fuck me, Blaidd,” she gasped before kissing me again.
This time, she was soft. Open for me. Before her, I’d thought kissing a vile habit—now I couldn’t get enough of her. My tongue delved into her, thrusting in time with my fingers as her slick coated my hand.
Mount her, Fenrir urged. Give her what she needs.
I pulled back, locking my gaze on her eyes.
“Where are your hands supposed to be?”
She blinked, my words clearly cutting through the haze.
“Oh,” she said softly, lifting her arms and returning her hands above her head.
I moved back and pulled my fingers from her. They glistened beneath the light. The sweet scent was tempting. It had been too long. I brought them to my mouth and sucked them clean, licking away every trace.
Her hooded eyes followed me as I dragged her underwear down her legs. Once they were off, I rolled the scrap of lace in my hand and hovered it above her lips.
“I want you to taste yourself while I fuck you,” I murmured, watching her mouth part for me. “Taste how badly you needed me to knot you.”
I pushed the soft fabric between her lips.
She looked sensational—bound and gagged—her eyes silently begging for more. I pressed her thighs down toward the bed, my gaze fixed on the wet mess between them.
Then I told her the truth.
The one that had been gnawing at me in the background.
“There will never be anyone else for me, Lielit—ever,” I said, lifting my eyes in time to catch the flicker of doubt that crossed her face.
Exactly, Fenrir hissed.
I eased the tip of my cock down her pussy until I reached her opening.
“You will always be mine,” I said, gripping the base of my cock as I guided myself into her heat.
Her eyes fluttered shut.
“The same way that I’ll always be yours,” I growled, thrusting into her tight cunt.
I pinned her thighs to the mattress, ignoring her incoherent cries, savouring the feel of her around me again. My chest puffed out as I saw myself buried inside her while her belly was stuffed full of us.
Fenrir growled—long, low, vicious.
Lielit’s chest answered with a similar sound.
“Yeah,” I snarled, pumping my hips faster. “I know what you need.”
Our animals were aligned, but we weren’t. Not unless I was inside her. Not until she submitted to me.
With each deep thrust, I felt her strain to meet my knot. The harder I fucked her, the faster she soaked my knot, preparing me for her. Her breasts bounced with each movement, and my eyes tracked her dark nipples. My mouth watered for more.
“I’m going to keep my knot inside you all fucking night,” I snarled, snapping my hips to meet hers.
She made me feel like a god.
Fenrir howled inside my head. The sound vibrated through my skull, sharp and violent, until my eyes flickered and I hissed at the spike of pain.
My nostrils flared as her scent flooded the room—thick, intoxicating.
Knot her. Bind her to us. Never let her leave, Fenrir rasped.
I released her thighs and hooked my arms beneath them, locking her in place. My fingers clenched in the bedding as I began to drive my cock into her, each thrust brutal, relentless, until my knot slapped against her.
“Yes,” she panted, the headboard striking the wall in dull, rhythmic thuds.
“Oh God… yeah. Fuck,” she gasped as I pressed deeper.
“Yeah—open that hole for me,” I snarled, sweat dripping down my temples. “Let me in.”
Months of waiting had left my knot more swollen than usual. With each downward snap of my hips, it sank in fraction by fraction. I felt her insides flutter, respond.
So close.
A droplet of sweat slid from my brow and landed on her clavicle.
My gaze lifted to her face.
Pleasure and pain twisted her expression together, inseparable.
In the end, we were all beasts.
But not all of us were created equal. Some of us were created to dominate.
“Look at me,” I rasped, drawing back just enough to deny her.
My eyes flicked down between us, ensuring I wouldn’t crush her belly. I edged her with the tip of my cock, again and again, every time she tried to clench and pull me in. The ache in my balls made me shudder.
“You need this—me. This is what you were created for—us,” I said, my voice low, strained with restraint.
Her lips tightened. She didn’t argue.
I sank a little deeper.
She bit her bottom lip.
“This world doesn’t get you unless it goes through me,” I vowed.
The thought of anyone else touching her sent rage through me.
My cock jerked inside her. I pulled back once—then slammed forward.
The stretch.
The pressure.
The surrender.
Her shrill cry fused with our growls as she swallowed my knot, sucking me deep, contracting around me while drenching me with her come.
I felt every pulse of my release as I roared, triumphant, unable to look away from the distorted pleasure on her face.
She clenched again, and I unloaded, time stretching, blurring, until her body finally slackened with a shuddering sigh.
I pressed my lips to her damp forehead.
My fingers dug beneath her arse as I rolled onto my back, taking her with me.
Her head settled into the crook of my neck. I kept my hand firm on her rear.
She wasn’t going anywhere.
My knot was locked inside her.
I felt the gentle swell of her belly against mine and tightened my hold just a little more.