Ivy
The moon is high in the sky by the time we get back from the city council meeting.
The moment we step through the door, I feel a distinct shift at my center.
I'm human, so I wasn't sure how a mating bond might feel once the wards fell, or if I'd feel anything at all, but I definitely do.
All of the yearning and love I already felt for Conall has become omnipresent.
I'm conscious of his movements, his moods, his needs.
And he says he feels the same. Right now, I need him inside me.
Need him to claim me. Between the battle and the council meeting, I've felt like I could be ripped away from him at any moment.
The tension is evident in him, too. He feels coiled and ready.
His hands grip my hips, and he spins me, pressing me flush against the wall next to the front door.
My cheek meets the cool plaster, his warm body pressing in behind me.
His chest heaves against my back. I can feel the hard ridge of his cock already straining against his jeans, pressing into my ass through my dress.
He grinds slowly, like he can't help himself, and I can't stop myself from pushing back into it either.
His words send a shiver racing down my spine. I'm already wet and aching, thighs squeezing together, needing friction.
"I’m going to claim you." His breath is hot against my ear as his hand slides around my throat to hold me in place. I whimper with need. "I’m going to fuck you so rough and so deep that you go to sleep tonight without a single doubt. You're mine, and I'm yours. Forever."
My voice is a shaky mess through the knee-weakening lust. "Please, I need that too—"
That's all it takes. He hikes my skirt up and pulls my panties down in one motion, letting them pool at my ankles, and I step out automatically.
The moment my feet land, he pushes them farther apart, spreading me open for him.
The metallic rasp of his zipper makes me clench on air.
He pulls out the thick, hot length of his cock and slaps it against my ass.
He doesn't tease, prep, or ease in. He doesn't need to.
We both know how wet I am. He lines himself up with my soaked entrance and thrusts in hard.
I cry out as he fills every inch of me, pumping me full in one brutal stroke. His thick cock stretches my pussy wide, bottoming out deep. My nipples rub against the fabric of my bra as I'm pressed further against the wall. All I can focus on is the fullness and the way he's buried inside of me.
"Fuck, Freckles," he groans, pulling back almost to the tip.
My hands scrape against the wall, trying to hold on as he slams back into me again, setting a demanding pace that pulls everything in my core tight, the pleasure building fast. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the entry.
Every thrust rocks me forward, pulling moans and gasps from me as I push back, wanting everything he's giving me.
"This pussy is mine, taking my cock so fucking good even after everything."
"Yes, yours," I mewl.
He fucks me deeper, angling his hips so that his cock drags over that perfect spot that has my toes curling and has me holding on through every stroke, not willing to give this up yet.
One hand snakes around to flick tight circles over my clit.
I clench around him, unable to stop the climax rushing in.
"Are you going to be a good mate and come all over my cock right here against the wall?
" he growls before biting down on my shoulder through my shirt, not breaking skin but claiming.
The bite and his rough thrust shatter the tether.
My orgasm comes crashing down on me, walls clamping down as I moan, body shaking between him and the wall, but he doesn't stop.
He doesn't even slow, fucking me through it, drawing out my climax.
Once I'm a shaking, whimpering mess, he thrusts deep and holds there, groaning my name as he comes.
Hot jets of his release flood my pussy, filling me until I can feel it leaking out around his cock with every shallow thrust he gives to pull every last drop out.
He stays pressed against me, both of us panting. His forehead rests against the back of my head, his cock twitching inside of me. "I love you, Ivy. And no one will ever break us apart. It's over. This is yours now."
“I love you too.” I smile weakly against the wall, still full of him. I feel claimed and utterly loved.