We both panted. Her body was completely still as the length of my cock stayed buried deep.
“Journey?” I whispered. “Journey, are you okay?”
I had been selfish as a mate. I did not even consider her past. She must be terrified. Me hovering on top of her.
“Yes, now, please move,” she urged.
I grinned, pulling my cock from her body, only to slip it back inside her. Her soft mewls, her hands tightening around me, urged me to continue. My wolf considered her form—a small, tiny human. We could not rut her, not now, not when it was her first time feeling pleasure from any man.
We were not each other’s firsts, but we were each other’s lasts.
I grunted, pushing deeper inside her. My cock was painfully hard and incredibly tight in her pussy, but that didn’t deter her when she wrapped her legs around my waist.
“More,” she begged.
My wolf growled, my eyes darkening. My wolf wanted this. He wanted to complete the bond before she tried to leave, not that she ever would. Journey was ours. In the short time we knew each other, she knew the connection we had. She accepted it; she accepted us despite her own pain.
Journey’s back arched, and she let out a long breathy cry with my name on her lips. I gripped behind her back, pulling her up until she sat on my cock in the middle of the bed.
My hands roamed her back, her lips crashing into me. I drank her in, gripping her ass while I bounced her against me.
She gripped my shoulders, her knees firmly planted beside me as she helped guide my throbbing cock back inside her. She lowered her sweet eyes, watching the knot at the base grow.
“It’s going inside you,” I growled. “It’s going to fill you, then I’m going to mark you.”
I slammed my lips back onto her, pushing her back into the mattress. I thrusted like a wild animal, and more of her sweet come dripped from her pussy. She was drenched, the sheets below us covered in her arousal.
My wolf purred deeply, claiming the walls of her pussy until my knot slipped inside. I could feel it growing as it entered, and Journey let out a delectable moan at the tightness as it swelled near her clit. I could still move, and my wolf anxiously took over.
He growled, each thrust causing grunts and snarls of approval at the base of our throat. He became feral in his own right, rutting her into the sheets.
Journey’s pussy fluttered, her moans rippling tiny bumps down her arms. “Grim!” she convulsed as she reached her orgasm.
Panic ensued, my body trembling because I could no longer control the movements to keep her safe. I yelled inside myself, watching as my mate took the thunderous thrusts to her pussy as my wolf enjoyed his takeover of our human body.
“Another. I want another,” he snarled.
She cried out, her head rolling from side to side with each thrusting stroke. Her chocolate brown hair creating a halo around the pillows. She was a damned fucking goddess. Her continued screams heightened in pleasure while my wolf wrecked her soft body.
“I can’t,” she panted. “Goddess!”
My mate had accepted the will of the goddess. Her cries calling out to her in ecstasy as we completed the threaded bond we wove. I took back some of the control and pistoned my cock at such an angle it hit both the top of her mound and the spot deep inside her cunt.
“Come again,” I begged her. I wanted her sated. I wanted to know she was happy with our endeavors.
“Ahh!” she fell from her mountain of pleasure. Her arms falling away from my body and landing in the pillows.
“Mine,” my wolf and I shouted.
Our voices came out as two snarling beasts as my mate’s pussy clenched around us, and my cock released spurt after spurt of seed.
My knot expanded to the fullest potential, and I was unable to move. We were locked in place, and my wolf lowered his head and pierced the skin on her shoulder.
Journey closed her eyes, her head lulling to the side while my wolf licked the blood from her wound as he clung to her, both in body and soul.
If she was a wolf, she would have bitten me in return. We would have latched our souls together as one. Since the goddess deemed us paired souls, I hoped my bite would be enough.
My wolf released her shoulder. The bite was deep, and her skin would not heal as quickly. My wolf retreated, unbothered by the bite marks on her tender skin.
