Chapter 24
Take me, Telok.
Lacey’s words echoed through him, resonating along every thread of his being. Simple words with so much meaning, with so much weight, spoken as a plea, as an invitation, as a command. As a long overdue acknowledgement of what they both wanted…what they both needed.
But a crimson fog had swallowed Telok, shrouding all but his most primal instincts.
I hurt her.
He dug his claws and legs into the ground.
It had been Lacey’s cry of pain that penetrated the haze and granted him a single, frayed thread of self-control to cling to. If he allowed himself to succumb to the frenzy, he risked hurting his mate again.
But that instinctual pull was overwhelming and relentless, and her slit…
By the Eight, she was so hot, wet, and tight around his stem.
He felt every tiny movement she made, every breath she took, every thump of her heart, every clench of her channel, each of which struck him with a tiny jolt of pleasure that left him aching with need.
There’d been no struggle to enter like he would’ve expected with a female vrix, no powerful muscles to force him out. Just soft, slick, welcoming flesh.
And her scent… The sweet, heady fragrance of her desire permeated the air, flooding his senses, invading his mind, thickening the red haze.
“Please, Telok,” Lacey coaxed, rolling her hips. “Claim me. I’m yours.”
The way her slit clamped around him as it slid along his shaft broke the final strand of his resistance, allowing her words to pierce to Telok’s core.
Claim me. I’m yours.
I’m yours.
Mine.
Telok drew back his pelvis. Ecstasy rushed through him from the suction of her pussy, causing him to thrust back inside her, chasing that sensation again. Lacey cried out. It was a different sound this time, but the pleasure roaring within him was too immense. He couldn’t stop.
He slammed into her again and again, yanking her body against him to meet his every brutal thrust, burying himself inside his mate, and her delectable slit stretched around the bulges of his knot, taking him deeper and deeper. Everything about her was soft and beautiful.
He watched Lacey through the red haze as her lashes fluttered and her head tipped back, as her body rocked and her large breasts bounced. Watched with primal satisfaction as the pink petals of her pussy stretched around him, as his stem disappeared into her, claiming her.
Telok growled. Pleasure built within him, coiling tight at his core, and crushing pressure, almost too painful to endure, grew along with it.
Mine.
He released her wrists and braced both his upper arms on either side of her head.
Mine.
A shudder wracked him, but it did not disrupt his frantic pace.
Fucking mine.
Telok snarled as he rutted her. His claws and legs tore up the ground around them.
Her gasps, moans, and pleas mixed with his grunts and growls.
He could feel her slit squeezing tighter around his cock, could feel her getting wetter and wetter, could hear the slap of her soft flesh against his hide. And he could not get enough.
He’d craved this female with every thread of his being for so long, and that craving would never be satiated.
Lacey ran her hands down his chest and abdomen, scoring him with her blunt nails, and he hissed at the embers of pleasure-pain crackling across his hide.
“Telok…” she moaned, voice strained. “Oh please, don’t stop.”
“Never.”
He never wanted to stop. Never wanted this feeling to end, never wanted to be apart from her. How had he resisted this for so long? That unseen tether connecting them could never have been denied.
Telok closed his eyes and gritted his teeth.
Fire blazed in him, spreading heat through his body, stoked higher with every thrust. He took Lacey mercilessly, savagely, ravenously, but only sounds of pleasure escaped her lips.
She was not vrix, but she was perfect—she had been shaped for him, bound to him by the threads of fate.
And her body was wringing pleasure from him beyond imagining.
Opening his eyes, he looked down at his mate. Her hair was bright red against the green ferns and moss, her brows were pinched, and her lips, swollen from his kisses, were parted with her panting breaths. Her pale skin, dusted with all those tiny freckles, was flushed and glistening with sweat.
She was radiant. Beautiful.
His gaze fell upon her shoulder and neck.
She is mine.
Parting his jaw, Telok snapped his head down and clamped his fangs onto her flesh.
Lacey screamed. Her hands flew up to clutch his hair, holding his mouth against her shoulder. He growled as he tasted the tang of blood on his tongue. Whimpering moans tore from her throat with his continued pounding thrusts into her soft body.
And then she tensed, releasing a strangled cry as her pussy contracted around his stem. Liquid heat gushed from her, coating his cock, squelching with his thrusts. The sensations were staggering.
The flames within him swept through his mind, scorching all his thoughts to ash until only Lacey and what she was making him feel remained.
He was undone.
Withdrawing his fangs, Telok raised his head and clutched her hips. Holding her firm, he growled and thrust forward once more, plunging his cock deep and forcing his knot inside her. Her slit stretched and cinched around him.
His body went taut as the pressure within him burst. Rapture engulfed him. His knot swelled, his stem vibrated, and his tendrils unfurled, fluttering as his seed spilled inside his mate. He trembled as the sensations lashed him. They were vicious, overwhelming, consuming…euphoric.
Lacey gasped. “Are those… Is that what those feel like? Oh, oh fuck. Telok!”
Her back arched, her thighs clutched his waist, and her pussy clenched and quivered around his stem as she reached another peak with a series of breathy cries.
Trembling, Telok wrapped his lower arms around his mate and gathered her against him.
Seed erupted from his cock again, and a hoarse, ragged snarl clawed out of his chest. That red cloud filled his vision completely, blinding him, but he felt Lacey throughout.
Felt her breath on his chest, her fingers desperately grasping and clawing his hide, her body undulating against him, and her slit convulsing around his stem, squeezing more and more out of him.
He buried his face against her hair and rasped in vrix, “We are forever entwined, my heartsthread. Forever bound. Our bond cannot be unmade.”