Chapter 26 Percival #2
A laugh escaped from me and she used the moment of broken tension to fist her hand in my hair and pull me down. Our mouths crashed together and her tongue found mine and every rational thought in my head dissolved into sensation.
I kept the turnout coat on her. My hoodie too. I pushed them upwards but I didn’t take them off. I loved my clothes on her. It just made me hungrier with desire.
“Take this off, Percy.” Her hands found the hem of my shirt and yanked it over my head. “Want to see you naked.”
I let her pull it off me. Opposite to her still fully clothed. Her palms landed on my chest and traced the tattoo lines that covered my torso, my muscles contracted beneath her fingers.
“These,” she murmured, her thumb following a line of ancient script across my ribs. “I’ve wanted to trace all of them.”
“You have time.”
“Not if you keep moving.” Her back arched as my mouth found the curve beneath her breast again. “Percy, I swear to God.”
“What?”
“Stop teasing.”
My hands found her jeans. She lifted her hips to help, her eyes locked on mine, filled with the same fire burning in me.
I pulled them down her legs along with her underwear in the confined space, which required some creative maneuvering and an elbow to the steering wheel that honked the horn.
We both froze.
Then we both started laughing.
“We better be alone here,” she said.
“We are.”
I tossed her jeans into the passenger footwell and settled between her thighs. Her pussy was wet, glistening, and the sight of her spread out in the bunched-up turnout coat made my cock throb so hard my vision blurred.
“Fuck, you’re soaked. That’s all for me, isn’t it?”
Mira nodded, “That’s your fault.”
“Good.”
I freed my cock from my pants, stroking it once, twice, the thick length pulsing in my grip. Precum beaded at the tip, and I rubbed it against her slick folds, teasing her entrance. She whimpered, trying to push up against me, but I held her down with one hand on her hip, controlling the pace.
“Patience, love,” I said against her throat. “Just tell me what you want.”
“You,” she said with no hesitation. “I want you.”
I sank into her in one firm thrust and her fingers dug into the tattoos on my shoulders. Her walls stretched around my cock, tight, wet, pulling me deeper, and the moan that ripped from both of us fogged the cab windows.
The cab rocked slightly with the force, the engine’s frame groaning under us. I pulled back slowly, watching my cock slide out, coated in her juices, before slamming back in, harder this time.
“That’s it, love. Take me deep,” I growled, praising her as I set a punishing rhythm.
“Ngh, Percival… I-”
Her legs wrapped around my waist, heels digging into my back, urging me on. I fucked her relentlessly, the bench seat creaking with every thrust, our bodies slick with sweat. The turnout coat bunched up around her, adding to the raw, forbidden thrill of it all.
I captured her mouth in a bruising kiss, tongues tangling as I drove into her, hitting that spot inside that made her cry out against my lips.
“You feel incredible,” I groaned against her skin, my mouth tracing the ink marks I’d drawn on her earlier, the phantom tattoos only I could see. “So perfect. So mine.”
She pulled my face up to hers and kept her eyes open.
“I see you,” she whispered. “The real you.”
My pace drove harder, deeper, the cab filling with the sounds of our bodies, the creak of the seat, her moans and my ragged breathing. Her walls clenched around me and I growled, burying my face in her neck as the pressure built to breaking.
“Hold on to me,” I said.
My fangs found the claiming mark on her throat. The same spot, the same wound, and I bit down as her body shattered around me, her pussy clenching in waves that pulled my own release from me with a force that whited out my vision.
Three.
The third heartbeat crashed into place and Mira’s spine arched off the seat with a cry that echoed through the cab.
“Come for me, love,” I commanded, my hand slipping between us to rub her clit in firm circles. “Let me feel you squeeze my cock now that you’re claimed.”
Mira’s body tensed, then shattered, her pussy clenching around me in waves as she came, soaking my shaft.
The sight of her lost in pleasure, face flushed and lips parted, pushed me over the edge. I thrust deep one last time, spilling inside her with a guttural groan, filling her up as our heartbeats merged in the heat of the moment.
The knot swelled and locked us together.
Her whole body tensed. Breath stuttering, her fingers dug into my shoulders, and the noise she made was caught between a gasp and a laugh.
“Third time,” she managed through clenched teeth. “You’d think I’d be used to this by now.”
“And?”
“And I’m not.” She squirmed, then hissed as the stretch widened. “It’s... a lot, Percy.”
“I know, love.” I pressed my forehead to hers, brushing the hair from her face. “But you’re doing so well. Just stay with me.”
Her breathing evened in stages. The grip on my shoulders loosened, her body unclenching around the knot. When the discomfort finally eased into fullness, she let out a long exhale and her eyes found mine.
“Okay,” she whispered. “Okay. I’ve got it.”
“Yeah, you do.” I kissed her forehead. “That’s my girl.”
I caught her before she could hit the steering wheel, cradling the back of her head with one hand while the other braced against the seat. Chest to chest, her breath against my throat, my arms around her body.
Three heartbeats. In her chest. In mine.
The bond is complete.
“Oh,” she breathed. “Oh, that’s... wow.”
“Yeah.” My voice was wrecked. “Wow covers it.”
She laughed. Watery, breathless, radiant. Her fingers traced the lines of ink on my chest, following them the way she’d always wanted to, and I let her explore while the knot held and the bond settled into its permanent configuration.
She kissed my jaw. My throat. The spot beneath my ear that made me shiver.
Then she kissed my mouth. Harder. Hungrier than before.
“Again,” she said.
I blinked. “Mira, we’re still...”
“I know. I don’t care. Again.” Her hips rolled against mine and I groaned. “I need more. I don’t know why but I need more.”
“The knot hasn’t...”
“Percival.”
Her voice had changed with desperation. A need that went beyond want into the territory of compulsion, her pupils blown wide, her body restless beneath mine.
“Hey.” I cupped her face and held her still, studying her. “Breathe. Just breathe for a second.”
She tried. I watched her chest rise and fall, watched the effort it cost her to slow down, and when my thumb brushed her cheekbone, I noticed the temperature.
Her skin was on fire.
Mira is burning. A temperature radiating from her skin in waves that I could feel against my palms.
My hands moved to her shoulders. It was the same heat. Every inch of her body was running degrees above what a human should be, and rising. Then I realized.
The triple bond.
All three claiming frequencies, activated and converged.
Human mates could experience it, but only after claiming. Their biology was different, needing the bond’s activation to trigger what came naturally to lycan females.
Mira had three mates. Three threads, three claims, all sealed to the same mark. And the third had just locked into place tonight.
The full bond was igniting.
My stomach dropped.
Oh, fuck.
“Percy?” Mira’s voice was strained. Her fingers clawed at my arms, pulling me closer. “What’s happening to me?”
I held her face between my hands. Her mismatched eyes, glazed with a fever that hadn’t been there minutes ago, searched mine for an answer I didn’t want to give.
“Mira,” I said. “I think you’re in heat.”