Chapter 8 #2
Not all at once. Inch by inch. Slow enough that she felt every fraction of the stretch, the gradual claiming of what belonged to me and had always belonged to me, her body opening around my cock with reluctant, exquisite tightness.
Her mouth fell open, but no sound came out. Her hands flew to my forearms and gripped, nails biting into muscle. I watched her face as I bottomed out inside her and held still, her pussy clenching around me in a series of involuntary contractions as her body demanded my seed.
“Please—” Her voice was wrecked already, raw and breathy and stripped of composure.
“Please what?”
“I don’t know.”
“Yes you do.” I pulled back until just the head of my cock remained inside her, held there for a moment that lasted long enough for her to feel the absence, and then drove forward in a single, claiming thrust that punched the air from her lungs.
She cried out, raw and unfiltered and loud enough that it bounced off the adobe walls and came back to us.
I set a steady pace. Not the frantic, desperate rutting from the cabin or the punishing rhythm at Dana’s apartment.
This was slower, deeper, each thrust a full withdrawal and a complete return.
I wanted her to feel every inch. I wanted her to feel the exact moment I entered her and the exact moment I pulled back and the emptiness between one and the next.
“You ran from me twice.” I drove into her harder and she gasped, her back arching, her nails scoring lines down my forearms. “Two times I hunted you. Two times I found you.” Another thrust, this one hitting her cervix, and she keened. “There won’t be a third.”
“I’m sorry—” She was panting, her hips moving in counterpoint to mine now, meeting each thrust with a roll of her pelvis that took me impossibly deeper. “I won’t run again.”
“I know you won’t.” I shifted my angle, hitching her left leg higher around my waist, the change in position opening her in a way that made us both groan. “Because after tonight, you’ll have my pup in your belly and my bond in your blood, and your wolf will know exactly where she belongs.”
Her pussy clenched so hard my vision narrowed. I felt the orgasm building in her, the tell-tale rhythmic fluttering of her inner walls, the way her breathing went ragged and uneven, the flush climbing from her chest to her throat.
I pulled back.
She made a sound of such desperate, bereft protest that my cock actually jerked in response.
“Turn over.”
She stared up at me, glassy-eyed and trembling, and for a moment I thought she might not obey. Then she rolled, slowly, presenting the long line of her back and the curve of her ass.
I gripped her hips and hauled them up. She rose to her hands and knees, her hair falling forward over her shoulders, her spine dipping in the arch that left no doubt her body knew its mate.
“Spread your knees wider.”
She did. The position put her on display in a way that made my cock pulse.
Her pussy was swollen and slick and slightly parted, the tight ring of her bottom hole on full view, the flushed inner skin of her thighs glistening.
I ran both hands over the curves of her ass, feeling the residual warmth, the silken skin, the way her muscles tensed and released under my palms.
Then I lined myself up and sank back into her, and the sound she made was so raw and honest it belonged to the wolf she didn’t know how to be yet.
I fucked her deep.
Grinding rather than thrusting at first, each forward press of my hips seating me to the hilt and holding there. She dropped from her hands to her elbows, then from her elbows to her face, the sheets bunched against her open mouth. Her fingers clawed the mattress.
“Silas—oh God—I can’t—”
I pulled back and drove forward, harder now, the slap of my hips against her ass sharp in the small room. “You’re going to take every inch of me and you’re going to come on my cock while I breed this tight little pussy.”
My hand cracked across her right cheek, hard enough to leave a print, and she yelped and clenched around me in a convulsion that dragged a growl from somewhere deep in my chest. I spanked her again, then a third time directly across the center of her perfect ass, and she sobbed into the sheets while her pussy flooded around my cock.
I gripped her hips with both hands and abandoned even the pretense of restraint.
The bed frame hit the wall again and again.
The rhythm was relentless now, each thrust burying me to the root with a force that drove her forward on the mattress until I hauled her back by the hips and then slammed back into her again.
She wasn’t forming words anymore. The sounds coming from her were high, broken, and continuous.
I felt my cock begin to change.
The knot formed gradually, starting at the base and swelling further with each stroke, and I felt Katie register it the moment the expanding girth began to stretch her entrance beyond what she’d accommodated before.
Her head came up from the sheets. “What—” She tried to pull forward and I held her hips firm.
“Hold still.” My voice came out rough, barely human, the wolf all but taking over. “Don’t fight it.”
Her breath hitched as the knot swelled further. “Silas, what’s happening?”
“I’m knotting you.” I drove in deep and held, grinding against her cervix while the knot continued its slow, inexorable expansion inside her. “You’re being bred, Katie. This is what it feels like when a wolf breeds his mate.”
She whimpered, her hands fisting the sheets so tightly her knuckles blanched.
The knot was nearly at its full size now, a thick swelling of my cock that locked me inside her with a pressure that bordered on pain for both of us.
The exquisite, necessary pain of two bodies fusing in a way that went deeper than flesh.
“It’s too much—” Her voice cracked. “Silas, it’s too—”
“Breathe.” I leaned forward, covering her back with my chest, my mouth at her ear.
My hips rolled in slow, shallow thrusts, the only range of motion the knot allowed, each movement grinding the thickest part of me against a spot inside her that made her whole body shudder.
“Breathe through it, my little wolf. Your body knows what to do.”
She was shaking, full-body tremors that I could feel, her back against my chest, her thighs against mine, her pussy clamping down hard around the knot that now held us locked together.
“This would have been slow,” I murmured against her ear.
“If you hadn’t run. I would have laid you down and opened you up with my fingers until you were begging for it.
I would have talked you through every inch.
” I bit her earlobe, felt her clench. “But you’ve been a naughty little mate, and naughty mates get bred hard. ”
“I told you I was sorry—” She turned her face into the pillow and her voice came out muffled and desperate. “I won’t do it again, please—”
“Please what?”
“Please let me come. Please, Silas, I need to come, I can’t—I’m going to—”
I reached underneath her and found her clit with my fingers, and the moment I touched it she detonated.
The orgasm hit her so hard her body tried to straighten, her spine going rigid, her head snapping back against my shoulder.
Her pussy clamped down on the knot in contractions so fierce and rhythmic I felt them in my spine.
She screamed—not a moan, not a cry, a scream—and her inner walls milked my cock in waves that pulled my own climax from me like a riptide.
I came inside her with a force that blanked my vision.
My cock pulsed against the seal of the knot, each thick spurt trapped inside her by the swelling that locked us together, filling her in a way that no human coupling could replicate.
I felt every pulse pour into her, hot and copious, flooding her channel until the pressure of it made her gasp and squirm against me.
“That’s it.” I growled against the side of her neck, my teeth grazing her. “Take all of it. Every drop.”
She was sobbing. Not from pain, it seemed, but from the sheer, overwhelming intensity of it, the sensation of being filled and stretched and claimed in a way that bypassed every defense her mind had ever built.
Her body continued to clench around me in aftershocks that milked another pulse of seed from my cock each time, and I held her against my chest and let it happen, rolling my hips in the smallest movements the knot allowed, keeping the pressure on that spot inside her that made her quiver and moan.
“Good girl,” I murmured against her hair.
She turned her face enough to breathe and I saw tears on her cheek, not distress but release, the kind of tears that come when a body has been brought to its limit and finally allowed to let go.
The knot held.
I shifted us carefully onto our sides, keeping myself buried inside her, and pulled her back against my chest. Her breathing was ragged and uneven, coming down in stages from wherever the orgasm had taken her.
I wrapped my arm around her waist and pressed my palm flat against her lower belly, where I could feel the subtle heat of what I’d just put inside her.
We lay there.
The knot pulsed between us at intervals, each pulse accompanied by a smaller spurt that made her shiver and press back against me.
Time passed slowly. The kitchen light cast its amber wash across the bedroom doorway.
The house was silent except for our breathing and the distant, ordinary sounds of a city that had no idea what had just happened inside these walls.
After a while—fifteen minutes, maybe twenty—the knot began to subside. The swelling decreased gradually, and I felt her body adjust, her inner walls relaxing as the pressure eased. When I finally slipped free of her, she made a small, involuntary sound at the loss.
I pulled her tighter against me. My hand stayed on her belly. She was quiet for a long time, her fingers tracing slow patterns on my forearm where it crossed her body, and I let the silence hold because some things didn’t need to be talked through. They needed to be felt.
“Is it always like that?” she asked eventually. Her voice was hoarse.
“No.”
“What’s it usually like?”
“It’ll be different every time.” I pressed my lips to the back of her neck. “Depending on how badly you’ve misbehaved.”
She made a sound that was half-laugh, half-sob. “So the knot thing. That’s wolf stuff?”
“Yes. It keeps my seed inside you. Gives it time to take.”
She was quiet again, processing. I could see the gears turning in her even now, even with my come still pooling between her thighs and her body still trembling with aftershocks.
“You said it completes the bond.”
“Yes.”
“And now I’ll be able to shift.”
“Soon.”
She rolled in my arms until she was facing me, her head on my bicep, her dark eyes searching my face.
“The skinwalker,” she said. “It found me at the motel wearing your face. It knows what you look like, how you sound, how you move. What if next time it shows up I can’t tell the difference in time?”
“There isn’t going to be a next time.” I held her gaze. “I’m going to hunt it down and kill it. Today. I’m going to track it from the motel and I’m going to find whatever hole it crawled into.”
She didn’t flinch. Didn’t argue or try to talk me out of it. She just looked at me with those curious, assessing eyes and nodded once.
“And while you’re gone?”
“You’ll stay here.”
“Silas, no, I can—”
“That wasn’t a suggestion.” I sat up and she sat up with me, pulling the sheet across her lap. I swung my legs off the bed and retrieved my jeans from the floor, dressing quickly.
Then I pulled out the handcuffs.
They were standard issue, steel, purloined from a police car on the way over here with the intention of using them to make sure my mate didn’t run away again when I was done knotting her today.
I held them up, letting the kitchen light catch the metal, and watched Katie’s expression cycle through approximately seven stages of reaction in the space of two seconds.
“You are not serious.”
“I’m completely serious.”
“You’re going to handcuff me to the bed?”
“Given that you’ve run away twice already, and that the most recent time resulted in you fighting a skinwalker alone in a motel room with a desk lamp…” I reached for the iron rail of the headboard. It was solid, bolted to the frame. “Yes, I’m going to handcuff you to the bed.”
“That’s—” She watched me thread the cuff through the rail. “This is insane. You just bred me and now you’re going to chain me up while I wait for your fucking offspring to pop out?”
“Nonsense. The pups I just put in you won’t pop out for about nine months, and I’ll let you out of the cuffs well before that. At least if you’re a good girl.”
Her mouth opened, then closed, then opened again.
I took her right wrist gently and clicked the cuff into place.
She stared at it, then at me.
“I’m going to rip your balls off. You’ll come back after your little hunting trip and you’ll let me out of these and then eventually you’ll fall asleep snuggling me and thinking ‘Aww, she’s my happy little mate now’ and then you’ll wake up just as I fucking grab hold to tear them off!”
“I’ll look forward to that.” I cupped her face in both hands and kissed her, and she kissed me back despite every horrible thing her eyes continued to promise.
“How long?” she asked when I pulled away at last.
“Hopefully a few hours. It’s injured and leaving a trail. It won’t have gone far.”
“And if it comes here before you get back?”
“It won’t. After what you did to it, it’ll be holed up somewhere licking its wounds for a good while yet. I’ll find it before it moves.” I stroked her cheek with my thumb. “You hurt it badly, Katie. You gave me the advantage I needed.”
Her expression shifted at that, the anger thinning just enough to let something else show through. Not compliance. I didn’t know if she’d ever give me that. But trust, even if grudging.
“Come back,” she said.
“I will.”
“And enjoy your balls while you still have them.”
I kissed her forehead, then turned and walked through the side door and out into the compound’s small courtyard where the morning light was just beginning to warm the stucco walls.
I shifted, the wolf surging up and the man folding away, and then I was running, bounding down the flagstone path and through the iron gate and into the streets beyond, heading back toward the motel to pick up the trail of the thing that had dared to put its filthy claws on my mate.