Chapter 78
CHAPTER SEVENTY-EIGHT
ROSAMUND
As he settles between my legs, I have a moment to appreciate his chiseled face, the fire burning in his eyes, the strength in his arms as he supports himself over me, muscles bunching and releasing, his chest a work of art with its planes and valleys, its scars and bruises.
The happiness radiating from him.
I’m so lucky.
And then, all thought flees as the head of his cock nudges at my entrance. My instinct is to close my legs, clench and keep it out—but he rubs it over my wet, throbbing pussy, up and down, his mouth stretching into a crooked grin, until I relax.
“Let me in,” he croons. “Let me inside, lovely.”
I draw in a breath, his dark scent winding through me, and I lift my hands to his face. “Kiss me.”
He kisses me with a sigh, his cock sliding through my wetness, and then… he pushes into me. He groans. I moan. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt. Broad, hard, yet velvet-soft on the surface. It slides into me, the silver stud in the flared head rubbing and marking me inside.
Valen, I think, his name, his face filling up my mind. Valen…
The thread is lost again as he gently pushes deeper, then starts to move, his brow pressed to mine, his hips rolling. “Like this, Princess. This is how you do it. Tell me if you don’t like it. Tell me to stop.”
But I don’t want him to. I breathe him in as he pleasures me with his cock, the sensation of fullness and the piercing dragging inside me so unique. Knowing I have a part of him inside me is making me emotional.
Don’t cry, I tell myself. You didn’t cry in your misfortunes. You want to cry now that you’re happy?
But this is different. A different sort of release.
And the pressure this time is mounting faster, with every roll of his hips, every thrust of his cock. His hard stomach is pressed to my breasts, and he pushes himself up on his hands, head bowed, gazing down at me as he fucks me into an orgasm I can’t escape.
Don’t want to escape.
I scream as I come again, clenching so hard around his hard length I can’t draw air.
Gods, what is this? I’m becoming a slave to pleasure, the pleasure he keeps dishing out, and I can’t get enough. Can’t get enough of him. I hold onto his shoulders, his biceps, his forearms to anchor myself, to pull him closer.
The pleasure is still buffeting me, rolling over me in great waves, and I can only ride them, ride his cock, to the end of this orgasm.
“Good,” he croons after I’ve finally gone limp on the bed, “very good. Good girl. Now…” He pulls out of me, making me whine, and closes my legs with a smirk.
He rolls me over and wraps a strong arm under my middle, lifting me to all fours.
“Now, you should grab onto that headboard, Sweetheart, and hold on tight as I mount you the wolf way.”
“The wolf way.”
“Now is a good time to stop me,” he whispers, molding his body over mine, his hard cock lying over the small of my back, a hot slab of fire. “If you don’t want to go through with it anymore, love, just say so.”
“No, I want it,” I breathe.
“It doesn’t have to mean anything, even if we do it.”
“It means something to me. I want it to mean something.”
“Girl…” Wrapping his hand around my hair, he pulls my head back, his breath warm on my arched neck. He presses his mouth to the juncture of neck and shoulder. “Are you asking me to mark you?”
“Yes…”
“Think about it first,” he whispers.
“I have. I want your bite on me, your brand. I want…”
“What do you want?” he asks.
“All of you.”
With a deep growl, he reaches between us, grabs his cock and rams it into me. I gasp at the force of it, the suddenness, but I’m so wet and open it slips inside easily, deeper and deeper until he’s seated almost all the way.
Stopped by his knot.
His growl continues, a low rumble at my back, and I’m pretty sure if I glance back, I’ll see wolf ears and teeth.
It’s thrilling. Strangely, even more arousing. I tighten around his cock, and he licks my shoulder, my neck, my ear. “You don’t know how fucking much I’ve wanted to mark you.”
“All of you, Valen,” I whisper. “I want all of you.”
His cock throbs inside me, swelling bigger, and I gasp as it stretches me more. Then he starts fucking me with short thrusts, going deeper, until his knot starts hitting the lips of my pussy.
“Let me in, girl,” he growls in my ear, the words distorted. “Open up for me. Take my knot.”
And he lifts his hand and brings it down hard on my ass cheek.
Just like he had done in the woods.
I yelp, the sting tightening my muscles, making me clench harder around his cock, the pleasure skyrocketing. Again, he slaps me, and again, until I’m panting and clenching and coming around his cock again.
“I can’t…” I realize I’m crying, big fat tears, as my body convulses with pleasure. “Can’t…”
He grunts, rotating his hips, pushing… working his knot into me. It takes me a long moment to realize it’s actually fitting inside my pussy, stretching me so wide it hurts, but the pain is distant.
My mind is buzzing like a beehive, erasing all rational thought, muting the sensations. He grunts again, rocking into me with shallow thrusts, shoving his knot deeper.
“Fuck, woman…” His voice is inhuman, barely intelligible. “You feel amazing…”
But it means Valen is still there, still in charge.
He hasn’t lost all control, as he’d feared.
He’s taking care of me, careful not to hurt me, conscious of the enormity of his cock and knot, of my human fragility.
He’s holding onto his control with the last shreds of his self-discipline as he knots me.
A superhuman act that melts my heart. A heart that already belongs to him.
“Bite me,” I whisper. “Mark me, brand me, sink your teeth into me.”
“It will hurt,” he slurs. “The scar will be permanent.”
And he goes still. Waiting.
He knows my scars have been a big deal for me, a source of pain and bad memories. But this scar is one I am choosing. A mark of his love for me, and I want it.
“Do it,” I breathe. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life, Valen. I love you. I’m yours. Complete the bonding. Please…”
With a bone-rattling growl, he fastens his mouth to the back of my neck. He licks my skin, his lips press an open-mouthed, warm kiss on my nape, and then, without warning, his sharp teeth sink into my flesh.
I cry out and jerk, the pain sharp. But as suddenly as it came, it fades away, smothered under a ton of pleasure.
His teeth remain clamped on my skin as his hips snap and he works his knot a little deeper into me, his thick cock pleasuring me with every little shift, so large it fills my pussy completely.
Oh Gods, it’s not possible… I’m going to come again. The muscles in my legs and arms quiver with fatigue. There is a white buzzing inside my head. That place, that warm spot connecting me to Valen, tingles and sparks, and like every time, I can’t quite tell if it’s in my chest or in my mind.
Now it seems to be everywhere, filling my body, my veins, my bones.
We’re one. We’re always connected, but in this moment, we are one, one body, one mind, one beating heart.
I catch glimpses of thoughts of memories that aren’t mine—but they become mine now—of a beautiful lady leaning over me, a lady with Valen’s eyes, of wolves running through the forest and the plain, of a ritual in a ruined temple.
He growls against my skin, and I wonder what memories he’s getting from me.
And then I can’t think at all, because the most intense orgasm of all crashes into me, wrenching a scream from my mouth.
The pleasure is somehow multiplied, and it keeps rising and cresting, cresting and rising.
I’ve come, but I’m still coming, and I realize I feel Valen’s orgasm, too.
He’s released my bruised neck and is groaning my name, his cock jerking inside me.
His release feeds mine, and mine feeds his, and I wonder if you can die from too much pleasure.
A pleasure that pierces my soul, because this is Valen inside me, over me, around me, everywhere. And I love him more than I could ever tell him.
I think he feels it now, though, through the bond, because he lets out a shuddery breath and whispers in my ear, “I know, love. Words are too small for what we feel.”
That’s exactly right.