Sorin
Her answer echoed in my mind.
A single word.
Our bond was complete, my chest full of my mate, even as the burn from her swipe filled me with pride.
I released her shoulder to move back and watch. My hands had lengthened, hair sprouting coarse along my forearms, claws clutching her fleshy buttocks. Her cunt was spread open, clinging to me, and I groaned at the glistening folds around me.
There was only our mate and the rut.
What I was created for.
My sole purpose.
Fill her belly, Malakh growled impatiently. Stuff that knot in. Do it now.
My hips and hands moved so fast that her head dragged across the pillows and mattress. Each time I plunged into her, I felt how much she revelled in it.
Pain. Pleasure. Relief.
All of it rolled into one.
I rode her hard and fast until I moved over her, gripping her belly with one hand and bracing the other on the bed.
Deeper.
Harder.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
The tempo throbbed in my temples in time with the blood in my veins, the room reduced to that sound and her scent and nothing else.
Her ragged cry made me aware she’d taken my knot. I didn’t stop. I used my cock and knot to fuck her into oblivion. She tried to hold onto it. Feral grunts and snorts echoed around us. I couldn’t tell whether they came from her or me.
Then her pussy began to flutter.
No.
I wanted this to last forever.
My hips moved at her will, slapping against her rear like a punishment. She gushed around me, and a single scream pierced my haze. Her cunt clamped down on my knot, holding me hostage, and as she contracted, my cum blasted into her.
My soul left my body.
She’d ruined me.
The continuous stream overflowed, gushing out of her to soak the space between us. I felt it drip down my balls, and I leaned down—not because I wanted to be closer, but because the strength had left me entirely. My arms shook where they held my weight.
Again and again she contracted around my cock and knot, drawing more from me.
I lost all sense of time.
Just her scent, and the way she continued to bear down on my knot.
I closed my eyes and inhaled her. Slick, cum, and sweat. The whole room reeked of us, and I never wanted the smell to fade.
If my balls were going to become two shrivelled-up raisins, then I would gladly sacrifice them to her.
“Oh, yeah,” Aliana groaned. “That hit the spot.”
I didn’t answer. I was still rebooting. It didn’t help that she was still squeezing my knot as though she’d found her favourite toy.
And she thought I would ever stray.
Malakh reared up at the affront, but I was done with the dramatics. I needed to recover before she demanded more.
I eased us both down onto our sides, curling around her body, careful to keep us joined.
I blinked, and colour began bleeding back into the room.
“I love you,” I whispered against her hair. “The light of my soul.”
Her body stiffened for a second.
No words came.
Then her love spread through the bond—sudden, intense, flooding into every empty space in my chest. I lay still, categorising each facet of it, greedy for all of it.
My chest rose and fell against the small of her back. I trailed my fingers along her arm, over skin still damp and hot from the heat. The fine sheen of sweat deepened the warmth of her skin until she glowed—just like her. Just like Zira.
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Days, hours—who knew what the passage of time meant anymore. Every inch of her was well fed, and that was all that mattered.
I pushed three fingers inside her and watched as the white seed flowed like a river, pooling in the centre of my palm like a lake, catching what little light the room offered. When the flow stopped, I dragged myself up the bed to my Luna’s parted lips.
She held my hand and drank from me, her tongue warm and insistent against my skin.
Red meeting red.
Malakh purred at the sight.
She blinked at us.
Mate.
A knock at the door had us both snarling, low and immediate, but the thud of retreating footsteps followed fast.
Food.
I prefer your cum, she said through our bond, the thought arriving with a satisfied little hum behind it.
My wolfish smile, teeth and all, made her heat flare brighter, the scent of her spiking sharp and sudden.
She laid her tongue flat and licked me from palm to fingertip, chasing every last drop of my seed with single-minded focus.
I dragged her onto my lap, settling my Queen on her throne, savouring the bite of her claws against my chest as her breasts began to sway. I dipped down to catch one stunning peak as she rode my cock again, her rhythm finding its own hungry pace.