Sorin
The world could burn around me, but nothing could stop me from claiming the first drop of nectar on my lips. Imagining and tasting were two different beasts. Our Luna was a divine Omega. From the edge of death to the source of life.
I thrust deeper, teasing the pliable layer of skin that separated us.
She answered by crying out as her fingers yanked at my hair, the sharp sting only feeding my hunger. My lips and chin were drenched from her slick.
Everything that came before had led to this moment.
I brought my hand around and rubbed the bundle of nerves above. She shook, and her wolf growled. Malakh pushed against me, desperate to acknowledge her call.
Mark her. Claim our mate, he snarled.
I was about to ignore him when more slick trickled down my chin.
She was here.
Alive. Wanting. My mate.
Her scent wrapped around me—orange blossom and warm skin, thickened now with something deeper, something only mine.
I slowed my pace and took my time licking every part of her clean.
By the time I glanced up, she looked feverish—eyes wide, her chest rising and falling at a rapid pace, damp strands of hair clinging to her temples.
The lace was askew, but her breasts were pushed up, and those nipples…
I cupped her breasts, pushing my cock along the length of her sweet pussy.
I tweaked her nipples while dragging the base of my cock and knot over her pussy until the knot hit her with each movement.
Her back arched, and she pressed her breasts into my hands, her breath breaking into small, helpless sounds.
“Are you ready, my sweet?” I asked, feeling her coat my length.
Her head moved. Short, sharp movements.
I manoeuvred the head to her centre and spread her open to see the deep pink surrounded by the darker shade. I swallowed at the thought of blood being in the mix, but her whimper made me move.
I eased my swollen head inside until the silver balls were out of sight. Her tight sheath clutched us, and I held still—listening to her ragged breathing slow, feeling the fine tremor in her thighs ease—until she relaxed again.
Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate, Malakh’s voice rang in my head.
It only made me more aware of how she felt around my cock.
I nudged deeper, feeling myself press against her hymen.
I crouched down, elbows buried in the mattress as I kissed her.
Her arms wrapped around me as she kissed me back, her fingertips pressing crescents into my shoulders. Our hearts beat together as one.
I continued to pull back and gently press into her, rocking my hips. It wasn’t until she pushed back that I released her lips, staring into her eyes.
“Just one sharp pinch, my love,” I rasped.
That’s all I could manage before I thrust into her, busting her open like a beast. She didn’t cry or scream, but she grunted and started to pant. I held myself still, feeling the blood.
She’d bitten her lip. I pried it free from her teeth, kissing the swollen spot, tasting copper and salt where she’d broken the skin.
Only then did I feel her flutter, contract, and notice how she clutched my cock. How hot and wet she was for us.
Luna. Ours.
I moved, drawing back and driving forward. With each movement, I inched my way inside. Her low moans grew more frequent, her hot breath fanning against my throat.
I reached below her to cup her ass cheek and began to drive my hips in a brutal rhythm. The headboard knocked against the wall, and the air thickened with the scent of us—sweat and slick and something older, something the bond itself seemed to breathe.
“Sorin. Fuck. Yes.” Her stilted words came with each thrust.
Every time I pressed my knot against her, she’d tilt her hips for me. Instinct as old as time. She craved the feel of my knot. To feel it hold her open, plugging her up until my seed reached its destination.
The thought of her first heat drove me crazy. I begged the Moon Goddess for one more selfish desire while I pounded my mate into the mattress.
“Oh, yes. Give it to me,” Aliana moaned, clinging to me as sweat rolled down my back. “Uh. Ohhh. Yes.”
Her broken sounds of need only empowered the raving beast.
“Yeah? You want my fat knot stuffed inside that pretty little pussy?” I growled, smacking my knot against her wet hole.
Her eyes fluttered, slick trickled down my knot, and I lost it.
I pushed my arms beneath her shoulder blades and gripped her shoulders tightly to hold her in place. Her legs wrapped high around my waist as she spread open for me. I pulled free and slammed into her slippery wet pussy. Three times, until my knot buried its way inside.
Her howl joined mine, the sound rolling through the room and out into the night.
Two beings merged into one.
Her body twitched violently beneath me as her pussy convulsed around my cock. The tight contractions around my knot halted my roar as I spilled inside her.
Wonder. Ecstasy. Her crying out my name. It all converged into one beautiful moment as my balls pulsated and another rush of seed shot out of my cock.
Everything was for her. Every last drop. It would never spill outside her body again.
My mouth began to salivate, and my teeth lengthened, the ache in my gums sharp and ancient.
I reared up and sank my teeth into my mate while she still came on my cock. Her low moan and sigh were all I needed to hear.
I was about to lick the blood away when she snarled and grabbed a handful of my hair. There was a flash of white before her teeth sank into my neck. My cock jerked, and more seed dribbled out of me. Her low growl kept me still, the vibration of it humming against my skin where her mouth held me.
She hadn’t eaten dinner yet.