Chapter 49
Lumi pov-
“Hands and knees, rh?la’ne,” he forces out. “Now.”
I don’t think I’ve ever moved so fast in my life. The rumble in his voice leaves no room for argument... not that he’d get one from me right now.
I flip onto all fours, my limbs trembling as they press into the soft earth. My arms are like jelly from holding onto him so tightly—they struggle to hold me up.
Massive black paws thud to the ground beside my waist. Curved, deadly claws planted into the moss like stakes. I’m completely boxed in... and I’ve never felt safer.
You let him make love to you... His voice drifts into my mind like cool smoke. A telepathic purr, so low and intimate it makes me gush. My entire body locks in anticipation.
Now let me show you what it means to be taken by your rh?en'ka.
My thighs clench involuntarily. A moan escapes me when his rough tongue drags from the base of my spine all the way to my nape. His fangs trace along my skin the entire way. He licks the same path over and over again, almost as if he’s grooming me.
No, no, he hums through the bond. This won’t do at all, kala’rh?. (Sacred to the beast.) You’re too precious to be rutted into the ground like this.
I shiver at the vraks?n terms I’ve never heard before. His huge paw presses onto my lower back, gently pressing, testing my position.
I want you cradled... braced... tilted open for me.
His antlers brush over me as he backs away.
Let me make something worthy of you.
His heavy breath flares cold across the back of my thighs before he pulls away entirely. His low growl thrums in my bones as he stalks closer in a circle around me.
I turn my head, trying to follow him with my eyes through the blur of godfire and lush black fur. His claws rake through the earth, and the moss responds.
Silvery roots begin to pulse from the forest floor, emitting a blinding light that makes my eyelids squeeze shut. Would I trade my eyesight for this big hunk of a beast to pound me until I can’t walk? Yes. Yes, I would.
Green, frost-dusted vines spiral up alongside the roots. They weave through them until a sloping mound forms beneath my hips. The shape is soft, but firm, conforming to my thighs and pelvis before wrapping around my lower back.
He tests it a few times before a delighted purr breaks the silence.
Vael’kaersa, he murmurs in my mind. The yielding cradle. Your throne.
His towering form returns behind me, black fur rippling with tension, his chest caressing my back as he mounts over me.
There, he chuffs, his cock dragging through my slickness. Now you’ll stay right where I need you. Every thrust, every breath—taken like you were made for this altar.
My breath catches.
Oh. I forgot to ask, rh?la’ne... Cock, or tail first?
I internally combust, then roll my eyes—this cocky little shit.
You’re so smug in this form.
And you love it, my sassy little human.
I try to crawl forward, determined to teach him a lesson, but the vraks?n breeding saddle 3000 (patent pending) holds me in place.
Tick-tock, he hums, voice dripping with amusement.
Before I can answer, I feel his thick, cool head nudging against my entrance.
Too late, he growls. You took too long, my little beast connoisseur. I’m deciding for you.
So. Fucking. Thick.
I don’t even realize I’m thinking it until his snarl floods my mind.
You were made to take every thick inch of this monster cock, little mate.
His sleek tail slides beneath me, teasing its way up my stomach.
I can’t have these neglected while I fill you, he purrs.
The tip curls up my chest, wraps around one nipple, and tugs.
I gasp, hips jerking forward.
That’s better, he praises, thrusting deeper. Now you’re ready for me.
He nips at my shoulder as his tail flicks and pulls in time with every slow, thick pump of his hips.
I can’t stop the needy sounds spilling from me.
Rh?ven—
You’re being such a good thraking girl for me, he rumbles. Do you hear how wet you are for me, lumina’ka?
His tongue flicks behind my ear, each thrust hitting deeper. His tail drags up my sternum before it wraps softly around my throat.
Pretty sure you’re the animal, I moan. Aren’t I supposed to be the one collaring you?
He squeezes his tail a single time in warning, thrusting deeper, a growl vibrating through his chest when I choke on a whimper.
What would they think of you now, Lumi? On your knees, dripping, your little human body milking a monster like it was bred for it?
My fingers dig into the vines beneath me.
No words? he hums, thrusting harder. Already too drunk on my cock to answer, rh?la’ne?
His tail pulses slightly, and I dizzily arch into it.
Thrahking look at you, he growls, fucking into me harder. Can’t even speak anymore, just a desperate little wisp taking whatever I give you.
I can feel it building low in my stomach—swirling through me like a hurricane.
And so can he.
You want to come on this cock, Lumi? Want me locked deep in your little womb?
I nod frantically.
Say it, he snarls. Beg for your knot like the good little forest offering you are.
“I want it,” I gasp aloud. “Please, Rh?ven. Knot me—keep me. I’m yours.”
His antlers sweep forward. One tip curves around my shoulder. The other locks behind my neck.
My hair tangles in the branching points. I can’t move. I’m completely locked in place, thighs shaking, heart hammering in my chest like prey caught in a trap—and it only makes me wetter.
There, he purrs. You’re not going anywhere, little mate.
My moans are incoherent now. My hands are clutching at anything I can reach, trying to ground myself as he cages me. His thick fur brushes along my back with every thrust, and it sends my whole system into overstimulation.
He rears back slightly, shifts his angle, and slams forward. My mouth drops open in a silent scream. The next thrust is harder, curving upward so it hits that tingly spot that makes my vision blur.
Rh?ven, I can’t hold on much longer.
His tail slips from my throat and snakes down, curling beneath me until it rubs over my clit.
The moment you come, I’m knotting you, little beast, he purrs. Feel me swelling? That’s your knot. The one you begged for. Now come so I can lock it inside you.
I shatter, squirting everywhere. My entire body locks, clenching down around him in frantic pulses.
He snarls inside my mind. A full-bodied growl that tears through my mind.
That’s what I wanted. Gods, you’re squeezing me like you’re trying to milk the soul from me—you already have it.
He doesn’t slow his pace. He drives forward again and again. Only five strokes, but each one claims more of me.
I scream again because I can feel the swell of him trying to fit inside me.
Hold still, rh?la’ne. You’re about to be sealed.
He slams into me one last time—and knots with a thick, brutal pop—and I come again without warning.
I’m a crying heap of whimpering nonsense.
My body jerks forward with the force of it, but his antlers don‘t let me budge.
All at once, his teeth latch onto the nape of my neck, and his claws bite into the skin around my hips.
The first pulse hits, and I shiver from the shocking coolness of it. His come floods into me in thick, icy-slick waves that make my overheated body weep in relief and overwhelm at the same time.
That’s it, he groans. I’m going to fill you again. And again. Until there’s no more room left inside you.
It’s too much, Rh?ven—it’s so much.
Because I’m breeding you, he growls possessively. Filling this perfect little womb until it takes.
There’s so much pressure. My hand moves to my lower belly, and I recoil. There’s a small, growing swell beneath my palm.
“Oh god,” I breathe, fingers spreading across the curve. “ I can feel it... from the outside?”
He snarls in satisfaction, and his hips press forward even more.
Yes, he hisses. Look at you. Already rounding with my seed.
Another pulse.
I groan. I’m human, rh?en’ka. I don’t know if my body is made—
You are, he cuts me off. You’re taking it perfectly. Look how your body yields for me.
Okay, that’s enough, I gasp, even as my body clenches around him, milking more.
No such thing, he purrs darkly. I’ll fill you until you’re round and bred and mine.
I can see it, I whimper. My stomach—
Perfect. His teeth press harder into my nape. My mark on your body. Everyone will know you’re bound to a beast.
Another pulse. I cry out because the pressure is so much, I’m so full.
Please—
Please what, little mate? Please stop? His voice is smug. Or please give you more?
Wait until I get free, you son of a—
Uh uh-uh, he singsongs. You were made for this. Made to take my knot. Made to swell with my seed. Made to be bred.
I fake a sob, and I can feel his panic through the bond.
You can do this, kala’rh?. His voice gentles. You’re holding me so perfectly. Your body is accepting what I give you so beautifully.
I whimper.
“I’m not built for this,” I panic.
And yet you’re taking every drop like you were born for it. Pride radiates through the bond. My perfect little human. So fragile, so breakable—and still holding everything I pump into you.
The possessive praise makes me clench around him, and he groans.
Thal?n, you’re milking me, he breathes. Begging for more, even while you say it’s too much.
I love it, I gasp out, needing him to know. I do, it’s just not like anything I’ve ever felt before.
I know, kala’rh?. His voice is reverent now. I know. But you’re taking it anyway. Taking everything your rh?en’ka gives you.
I start to relax when I feel something new. Something lighter, cooler, tickling me from the inside.
Rh?ven... any chance your sperm can walk? Because I’m trying to stay calm... but something is moving inside of me.
He barks a laugh.
Hold still, my love, he breathes through the bond. That’s just my aekisha taking hold. (Frost-root.)
My entire body shudders. There’s a quick drop in my stomach, like I’m free-falling, and then something starts weaving itself deeper than anything I knew could reach.