Page 62 of Enchanting Her Monsters
He pushes all the way to his bulging knot. I lift my hand and brush away his mess of wavy brown hair, more out of the need to touch him, to make sure he’s real. I don’t want to wake up and find this whole thing with my guys was all just a fever dream.
Arran hums and closes his eyes in bliss for a moment, sliding in and out of me.
Then his eyes open, and they are bright with magic. He smiles, displaying Serky’s sharp canines. His skin ripples, and I discover fur has erupted at his shoulders and chest. Arran is part Serky, and it’s like they are sharing this experience.
He begins to pound into me, grinding his knot against my clit with every thrust.
I’m riding closer and closer to a climax.
“Come for us, mate,” Arran purrs in a deep, monstrous voice.
It’s all I need to fall off the precipice. I cry out and spasm around his cock. He uses the moment to force his flared base into my cunt and lock inside me.
I come again on the tail of the first. “Love. You!” I shout. My toes curl, and I grind against his deliciously muscular body.
“Mine!” he growls, dragging his teeth over his mate mark, ratcheting me higher.
Overcome, wild with my need for him, I shout, “Mine!”
I bite at his shoulder, getting a mouthful of fur.
But surprisingly, my teeth sink into his flesh. I taste the metallic flavor of blood, but also magic. Something snaps into place.
He jerks like… well, like someone bit him.
“Mate!” He pumps into me frantically, as much as he can, while still locked inside me.
Then I realize what’s happened. As deep as Flint’s bond, I’ve completed the mate bond like a proper shifter. Is this possible because the containment spell is truly broken now?
I don’t care how as long as I can give this to my wolf-mate.
I’m winning this mate thing! At least with Arran.
After an hour of Arran luxuriating as he lazily pumps his knot into me with a fucking grin as big as I’ve ever seen, he finally slips free and pouts. “I wanted to stay inside you forever.”
“I know, baby, but I gotta pee.” I move to roll out of bed, but he snatches me up in his arms and carries me to the bathroom, setting my naked ass down on the toilet.
“Out.” I wave him away.
“No.” He crosses his arms. “If I can lick that spot, then I can watch you while you pee.”
I huff. “Okay then, and you wanted me to watch you while you were taking a dump in my yard as a dog?”
His ears turn pink from embarrassment. “No, but…”
I can’t hold it any longer, and I piss anyway.
He smiles smugly, like he’s won the argument. “See? No big deal.”
Rolling my eyes, I wipe and flush. As I lean over the sink, I see Arran gingerly touching the mark on his shoulder.
“You did it. We’re fully bonded,” he says in awe. He glances down at my ass, his hands land on my hips. “I need to be back inside you. Now.” His cock comes to life and rests over my ass crack.
“My poor pussy is sore. Give a vajayjay a minute after all that knotting business.”
“I can make your ass sore.”
I spin and playfully swat away his hand. “I’m serious about needing a break. And I’m hungry.” Right on cue, my stomach grumbles.
