Chapter Thirty-Nine
Gwyn
A lready so full I had no idea how I could take more, I did my best to follow Carl’s instructions, but tension ran along my spine and tightened around my hips. He was massive as a man, but like this, this monstrous thing he’d become, it was beyond comprehending how I could take him.
But those gorgeous green eyes I loved stared back at me from the new face, and I knew if he said it could be done, then he was right. He’d never hurt me, so as uncomfortable as it was, and as impossible as it seemed, I did my best to relax and let him in deeper.
My core spasmed, the stretch of his cock shifting from pleasant to aching. My lower lips were at their limit trying to allow his bulging knot passage into me, and I couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped my throat.
“Shh. It’s okay. You’re doing so good.”
His new shape mangled the words, but they were still soothing to the instinctive part that had taken over. Thoughts were difficult and slow to form, my entire being focused on the alpha impaling me and what he was doing to my sensitive clit. The small circles with the gentle rocking of his hips were completely opposite to what he’d been doing before sitting up, but it was still driving me to another irresistible peak.
My thighs trembled with the strain of being spread so wide, a single one of his almost as thick as my waist. His other hand had gripped my hip, the tips of his claws pricking the cushion of my backside as he angled me the way he wanted.
Carl switched from circles to rubbing side to side over my clit, the roughness of his pad making the sensitive nub almost short circuit. I gasped and bucked, fresh slick gushing over his lap as I came again, my overworked core barely able to clench on the massive intrusion splitting me open.
“Please!”
I didn’t even know what I was begging for.
More?
A break?
His knot?
Relief from the stretch?
I wanted it all equally, but I was still missing the anchor of the bond, and I was going to do whatever it took to get it.
Removing his thumb from my clit, Carl reached over my head, scooping me up on his arm while keeping his claws from cutting me. There were a few dots of bright red on my chest where he hadn’t been careful enough as he left the pink welts on my breasts, but I found I didn’t mind. Those little marks proved how much I tested his control, and I wanted more of them.
“Almost there, Beautiful.”
It always warmed me when he called me that, and I sagged against his chest, my muscles tired from the orgasms he’d forced on me. As much as I craved them and needed them to sate my heat, it still took its toll on my energy.
The hand on my hip shifted, his palm easily covering one entire lower cheek as he held my weight, the other arm keeping me against his chest. Instead of thrusting, he rotated his hips, letting more and more of my weight bear down on where he entered me, my slick and gravity forcing more of his width through my opening.
I rocked with his motion, unable to stop myself. As tired as I was, and as sated as my muscles felt, instinct still drove me on, needing an alpha’s seed to cool the lava burning through my veins.
“That’s it. Take me.”
The last two words were growled with a buck of his hips, the widest part of his knot finally popping through. The fullness I’d felt before was nothing to the cramped, bloated feeling of having all of him inside me, and I moaned as I fought to pull away. He held me in place, using the hand supporting me to grind me against his pelvis until a new wave started to build, my resistance becoming trembling anticipation.
The pressure inside grew as his knot swelled further, sparking pain along nerves already overwhelmed with pleasure. I clung to his sides, gasping into the fur on his chest, unable to resist the rising tide.
“Come for me, Gwyn. Let me make you mine forever.”
A noise I’d never made before escaped, my hips rocking faster as I chased the high I knew was coming. It was unavoidable even though it was going to destroy me, and when teeth scraped over the top of my shoulder, a hot tongue laving the entire area blemished with scars, I shattered.
Searing heat spread from my shoulder as Carl bit down, my orgasm rushing through me to overwhelm the pain and morph it into some twisted pleasure that broke and repaired me in the same moment.
He released his hold on my flesh, adjusting his teeth before biting down again. The waning orgasm slammed back, full force, and if he hadn’t been holding me in place I’d have been reeling. My existence narrowed to the shaft splitting me open and the teeth rewriting the scars of my past with each new bite.
His knot ballooned, putting more pressure on my pelvic bone which trapped it in place, each ripple of my ongoing release squeezing the bulge as my body tried to force his to follow. I knew the second it finally did, a sharp jolt of pain spiking deep in my core before soothing heat followed, his seed flooding my womb along the route his baculum forced open.
Women were right to fear it. If I hadn’t been lost to my heat and strung out on the orgasms he’d wrung from me the pain would have been worse, but the blooming awareness in the center of my chest kept me from focusing on the discomfort.
It was done. Carl had claimed me, and once again I was bonded to an alpha, but this time, instead of cold indifference, I was flooded with the comfort of his love and concern.
The sobs started instantly, my fingers curling tighter in his fur as I pressed my forehead to his shoulder. He’d barely removed his teeth again, his tongue painting my flesh with the healing power of his saliva, when a worried warble that was closer to an animal sound than a person’s filtered through the rush of emotions and sensations threatening to drown me.
His concern filled my chest, and I rushed to reassure him, sniffling back the tears and lifting my head to meet his gaze when he pulled away.
“It’s okay. I’m okay. It was just… a lot.”
Massive shoulders shrank, thick fur receding as his muzzle flattened and the cute, rounded ears atop his head moved down and changed into ones like mine. He brushed my hair away from my face, a crease between his brows as he searched my expression, more and more of his feelings flooding into me through the bond.
He was mine, and he loved me. More than I would have guessed.
The thought brought tears to my eyes again, but I smiled through them, reaching up to tangle my arms behind his head and pull him closer. I needed to feel his heartbeat against me, his lips on mine, and be sure this wasn’t all just a dream.
“Thank you. Thank you.”
I whispered the words between kisses, a trace of amusement sneaking in as his worry faded from my chest. My bond with Anthony had been a weight wrapped around my heart, giving very little unless he was upset, always dragging me down, but feeling Carl inside me, in every way, was everything I’d dreamed about as a young, na?ve girl.
“No one can take you from me now. You’re mine, Gwyn, and I’m yours.”
I felt his sincerity, and for a moment my world was perfect.
Until reality intruded and reminded me he was wrong.
“But they can. They can kill you. I won’t live through that again. I can’t.”
“Shh.”
He pressed his lips to mine, stroking my hair and pushing reassurance through the bond to calm my fear. I trembled in his arms, chills rolling through my limbs, and he shifted us until I laid atop his chest so he could pull a blanket over us.
“Don’t worry about that. I’ll take care of it. You’re safe, and I’m not going to lose you now that I’ve got you.”
My breathing eased and the trembling stopped, but there was still a flow of unease deep inside. I knew how determined the Purists could be when there was something they wanted. I could only hope I wasn’t valuable enough to take risks over.
“Better men than them have tried to kill me and failed, and I have the Knights behind me.”
I huffed, shaking my head before lifting it to meet his green gaze. I didn’t like the idea of him being at risk, especially because of me, but I couldn’t help the way my body responded to an alpha saying things like that to me.
“You suck at being comforting.”
His lips twitched into a smile, his cock giving a kick inside me that made me clench around his knot, forcing a moan from my throat.
“Then let me help you forget instead.”
Hands sliding from my waist to cup my breasts, he tweaked my nipples, sending a bolt of sensation straight to my abused core. My thoughts started to grow fuzzy and less immediate, a new wave of need taking over and washing away the clarity fear had brought.
“Okay.”
It was a long time before I was aware of anything outside the slide of his body over mine, his cock stuffing me full, his mouth doing wicked things to every part he could reach. Before the night was over I wore matching bites on both sides, his mark covering the old scars of my life before coming to Hell.
We finally drifted to sleep around dawn, and when we woke late in the afternoon, I already knew my heat had ended. They’d grown shorter with age, and considering it had been so long since I’d had one, I wasn’t surprised the cycle wasn’t as long or intense as it had been when I was younger.
If anything, I was grateful. My poor cervix had been penetrated twice by his baculum, his shifted cock stretching me to my utmost limit, and I was sore enough I had to ask him to carry me to the bathroom because my legs refused to cooperate. After a quick shower to clean up the worst of the mess covering me, I managed to stay awake long enough for him to feed me a sandwich before passing out again and not coming to until the next morning.
It hadn’t even been two days, yet it felt like everything had changed. The bond was anchored deep in my chest, Carl’s constant presence comforting, and I teased him about having my own special teddy bear snuggling my heart. All was right with the world as I stretched beneath the mutilated blankets, laughing when I realized each limb poked through a hole in a different sheet, making Carl’s cheeks flush pink above his beard as he stood from the bed.
Until a rush of anger and worry poured into me when Carl checked his phone, the emotions instantly washing away my happiness. Fear gripped me instead, and I huddled with a pillow hugged to my chest, waiting to hear what my son and my previous mate’s cronies had done.