Blaidd
She never coward away from any part of Fenrir or me.
Once she knew who she was—what she was—Lielit embraced her animal and stature with grace.
My eyes dropped to her swollen belly. Her body was adapting and preparing for our children.
Human, wolf or hyena, I didn't give a damn. They were mine—and hers.
I licked my lips.
Her nipples looked larger, plump and fucking mouth-watering.
I backed her up to the desk, my dick brushing against her belly. When her arse made contact with the polished wood behind her, I gripped her chin to tilt her head back.
I wanted her to taste herself.
Her silent challenge didn't go unnoticed, but it didn't bother me. She was no longer my subordinate. I don't think she ever was.
Her nails curled into my neck before her lips parted. Our tongues flicked lightly before she pulled back and licked my lips.
“I taste damn good,” she murmured against my lips.
“You always do,” I drawled, cupping her breasts. “Will you breastfeed?”
“What do you think?” she asked with a wide smile.
“All of us?”
She had a blank look in her eyes, and a burst of laughter erupted in my chest.
So this was why she drove me crazy. It was fun.
“You're shameless. You’d steal our children’s food?”
“Get back into position,” I said, ignoring her question.
She turned and planted her hands on the edge of my desk. With her baby bump safe. I tapped her ankle with my foot.
“Wider if you need my knot.”
She widened her stance, drawing my eyes to her rich brown curves. Her animal was smaller than Fenrir—but so was her human form. A tight pull settled low in my gut, forcing my focus back to the instinct Fenrir wouldn’t relinquish.
Protection.
He was right.
Lielit was all we’d ever need.
Together.
The word anchored me, steadied the static in my chest.
Together, we’d keep them safe.
I placed my hands over her taut belly, thumbs moving in slow, reverent circles as I touched my babies.
Both of them.
Ours, Fenrir murmured. We’ll always watch over them.
“Blaidd,” she whispered, her voice fraying with need.
“You’re going to leave my study soaked in your scent,” I drawled, dragging my cock through her folds. “How am I supposed to work here tonight?”
“How is that my problem?” she moaned.
“Maybe it isn’t,” I said, voice dipping lower as I continued to tease her. “Maybe I leave you locked on my knot instead. You can sit on my lap while I work.”
She coated me with her slick. My cock glistened from her pussy as more of her scent rose to meet us. We breathed her in. She was a compulsion I could no longer deny.
I gripped her arse and guided myself into her heat, hissing as her wet body drew me inside. I didn’t stop until my trousers brushed against her.
“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,” she whispered in one breath.
I stroked her belly once more before pulling back slowly, my head shaking at the evidence of how desperate she was for us.
Ours.
I drove forward again, my hips slapping against her arse and thighs until she swallowed me whole. Her moan tore through me.
She needed us.
Me.
And I would never deny her.
Not this.
Never this.
“Hold tight,” I rasped, my hands sliding to her rear.
I grabbed two whole handfuls of her arse, pinning her in place as I began to drive into her without restraint. The fear was gone. The panic stripped away—leaving only hunger and clarity.
The harder I fucked her, the more she spilled over my knot.
I wanted all of it. Her fire. Her heat. Even her anger.
She was the only one who didn’t crumble beneath us. The only one who matched our strength. The only one who drove me to the edge of myself.
“My little firecracker,” I murmured, slipping one hand between her thighs while the other rose to her breast. “So hot. So explosive.”
She clenched around me so hard that a grunt tore from my chest.
The strangled groans grew more frantic as I rubbed her clit. She pushed back against my knot, needy and restless. I licked the space between her shoulder blades, tracing her spine, tasting the salt of her skin.
My gaze lifted to her neck—aware of what was still missing between us. I rolled her nipple between my fingers, dragged my teeth over her shoulder.
“Such a messy little mate,” I murmured, rotating my hips so she felt every inch of my knot brushing her entrance. “You feel that?”
“Uh-huh,” she gasped.
“Soaking me,” I continued softly, deliberately, “so your hungry little cunt can be fucked by my knot.”
She tried to push back again. I smirked.
“I’m the only one who can give you what you need,” I said, pinching her nipple hard enough to draw a sharp gasp—then immediately soothing it with slow, gentle strokes.
“This is what we are.”
I straightened, gripping her shoulder, not waiting for an answer. I snapped my hips forward. Each deep, brutal thrust forced a cry from her as my knot began to spread her open. The dull slap of bodies was muted by my trousers, but her pleasure drowned out everything else.
“Mine,” I growled with each thrust.
“Mine. Mine.”
And each time, my knot sank deeper.
I pressed my fingers to her clit until she gushed over me.
“MINE,” I roared—Fenrir rising with me, his growl echoing in my chest, his voice in my mind.
Mine.
She took our knot as her body shook beneath us. Each rapid contraction dragged a grunt from my throat as I forced myself deeper. For a moment, everything went white—soundless, breathless—as release tore through me in waves.
Then my senses returned.
I felt her clenched tight around my knot—hot, unrelenting. The most sensational creature I’d ever known.
Reaching back, I found the chair and carefully lowered us down.
Joined.
Satiated—for now.
She might drive me to the edge.
But she always pulled me back.