26 Avaline #3
Reed let out a surprised grunt, his dark eyes widening as I swung one leg over his massive hips and straddled him.
“You promised you’d give me the mountain,” I told him, breathless, looking down at the giant beneath me. “Now let me give you everything I have.”
His cock lay rigid against his belly, dripping and thick, flushed with dark heat. I placed both palms flat against his muscular chest, feeling the frantic slamming of his pulse against his ribs. The runes on the stone flared white-gold beneath his back, bathing his sculpted frame in holy light.
His hands reached up to cup the heavy weight of my breasts. His large, rough palms squeezed the soft flesh, his calloused thumbs rolling my tight nipples into hard points.
“Look at you,” Reed rasped, his voice vibrating with reverence and heat as he kneaded my soft flesh. “Sitting over my hips, looking down at me with those gold eyes. Take it, sweetheart. Take your mate’s cock. Sink down on it.”
I reached down, took the heavy shaft of his cock in my fist, and guided the broad head to my dripping entrance.
“Look at me while I take you,” I demanded, trembling with anticipation.
I slowly lowered my hips.
The initial stretch took the breath out of me. He was so thick, so impossibly wide, that my inner walls stretched tight, trembling as I took the first three inches. I rested my forehead against his shoulder, groaning as the exquisite fullness filled every hollow in my core.
“Reed... Goddess,” I gasped, resting my forehead against his shoulder.
I lifted my head, meeting his burning gold stare, and sank all the way down.
The base of his shaft buried flush against my opening. We both let out a shattered gasp in the same breath. The sheer rightness of it struck through our bond—two halves of an ancient key locking into the mountain’s heart.
I began to move.
I rolled my hips in a slow, grinding circle, feeling the thick ridge of his cock rubbing against every swollen nerve inside me. Then I lifted my hips an inch, two inches, before driving back down onto his hilt.
Reed threw his head back against the stone with a choked roar. His hands moved from my breasts to grip my waist, his fingers digging into my hips, helping me set the rhythm, while his thumbs reached up to tweak my nipples with every downward roll.
“Fuck, Ava... yes!” he grunted, his hips snapping upward to meet my descent. “You feel so good… bounce on it, sweetheart. Take every single inch.”
I rode him. I set a rolling, relentless cadence, my breasts swaying in the rune-light as his hands fondled and squeezed them, plumping the heavy mounds, his thumbs torturing my sensitive peaks while I took all of him, again and again.
The friction was unbearable, pure liquid fire pooling in my belly.
Every time I brought my weight down, the thick root of his cock ground hard against my hypersensitive clit, drawing breathless whimpers from my mouth.
He growled through gritted teeth, his abs ridging like iron beneath my palms. He thrust his hips upward with devastating force, matching my descent, driving deeper into my womb than I thought possible.
“It’s all yours, Ava. Every thrust, every drop of blood.
Ride me harder, sweetheart. Take what belongs to you. ”
The fever roared up my spine. My second climax threatened to take me, the pressure coiling into an electric knot.
Reed suddenly surged upward, grabbing my waist, and flipped us in one smooth, powerful motion.
“Hands on the stone,” he growled into my ear, his voice thick with primal command. “Up on your knees, sweetheart. Arch that back for me.”
He brought me onto my hands and knees in the center of the First Altar. The ancient granite was hot beneath my palms and knees, the runes pulsing beneath my skin like living veins. I arched my back, tilting my pelvis up toward him as the cool air washed over my bare thighs.
Reed came up behind me on his knees, his massive thighs bracketing mine. He caught my hips in his large hands, fingers digging deep into the flesh, and lined his erection up with my soaked entrance.
With one long, merciless drive, he buried himself to the hilt from behind.
“Ah!” I cried out, my fingers clawing into the stone grooves. The angle change hit a spot so deep and intense it sent a jolt of pure electricity straight to my brain.
He didn’t give me time to recover. He took hold of both my hips and began to pound into me with heavy, relentless strokes.
The wet slap of our skin echoed through the vast cathedral cavern.
Every thrust bottomed out against me, rocking my entire body forward over the stone.
He reached around with one hand, finding the swollen knot of my clit, his thumb rubbing rapid, slick circles over the nerve while his hips pistoned into my core from behind.
“You’re mine,” he snarled against the back of my neck, his lips grazing my skin before his teeth nipped at the sensitive slope of my shoulder. “You’re mine on the sacred stone.”
“Yes—Reed—yes!” The dual stimulation of his cock driving deep from behind and his thumb working my clit was tearing my sanity to shreds.
He picked up the pace, his thrusts turning brutal and fast, the sound of his ragged breathing filling the cavern. My inner walls clamped down around him, milking every inch of his thick length, dragging both of us toward the edge of the abyss.
Before the climax could break, Reed pulled out with a wet slide again that left me crying in protest.
He spun me around, gathering me up into his arms, and laid me flat on my back once more. He hooked my left leg high over his broad shoulder, pinning me open, his chest crushing down against mine so we were skin-to-skin, heart-to-heart, eyes locked on eyes.
“Look at me,” Reed whispered, his voice trembling with adoration and fierce devotion. “Remember what you promised in the dark? About our pups? A house full of little wolves with my dark eyes and your stubborn heart?”
Tears spilled over my temples as I cupped his scarred face. “I meant every word. I want them, Reed. I want your mark in my throat. I want your seed inside me.”
He drove back inside me in one final, devastating stroke, burying himself to the absolute root.
We held there, completely joined, panting into each other’s mouths. The bond flared between us like a supernova, pouring all the years of pain, yearning, devotion, and triumph through the connection.
“Now, Alpha,” I whispered. “Claim your mate.”
“I love you, Avaline,” he rasped against my throat. “My mate. Forever.”
“I love you, too. Forever.”
He set a rapid, bruising rhythm, his hips snapping against mine with furious, possessive power. Every nerve ending in my body caught fire. The world narrowed down to the gold burning in his eyes, the heat of his body, and the relentless drive of our souls locking into place.
His fangs lengthened, the sharp tips pressing against the sensitive mating gland right over my pounding pulse.
My own fangs snapped down through my gums, answering the ancient call.
Reed drove into me three more times, each stroke driving the air from my lungs. On the final plunge, he slammed his hips flush against mine, burying himself to the absolute maximum depth, and bit down.
His fangs pierced the skin of my throat.
At the exact same instant, I turned my head and sank my fangs deep into the corded muscle where his neck met his shoulder.
The taste of his hot, copper-rich blood exploded across my tongue.
A blinding detonation of white light roared through the bond. The line between our souls opened and fused, sealing us together across time, flesh, and spirit with the unyielding permanence of bedrock.
The climax hit me like an avalanche. My inner walls clamped around his cock in a rhythmic, crushing vise, milking him as wave after wave of searing ecstasy ripped through my core. I screamed, my body spasming in absolute surrender.
Reed roared against my throat—a guttural, magnificent sound that belonged entirely to an Alpha wolf. His hips locked rigid, slamming against me, and he emptied himself into me.