Fuck.
For a beat, I have to fight for control, battling with every ounce of willpower I have to keep from rutting on her like an untested pup.
I still, letting her adjust, kissing her throat, her cheeks, whispering praise. When she’s adjusted and begins squirming, that’s when I start to move.
Slow thrusts at first, dragging out our pleasure. Then deeper. Harder. Her nails score my back, her legs wrapping around me, pulling me closer. She’s keening now, her body slick and needy beneath mine.
“Good girl,” I pant into her ear. “You’re taking me so fucking well.”
She groans, back arching. “Please, Ryker.”
I grin against her neck. “You’re perfect, Kitara. So sweet. So tight. Your cunt was made for me—for my cock, for my knot.”
She clenches at the words, her moan guttural.
“You love that, don’t you? Love knowing I’m going to fill you up. Fuck you so full you’ll feel me for days.”
She’s panting now, almost there.
“Going to make you come so hard, you’ll still be shaking when I knot you. Gonna pump you full, baby. Fill you until you drip.”
I reach between us, thumbing her clit.
Her orgasm builds fast. I feel it coming, and when it hits, I let go too.
My knot begins to swell, readying to lock deep inside her.
Her eyes fly open, lips parted in a shocked gasp.
Among wolves, the knot is more than simple anatomy—it’s a symbol of a true claiming. A physical bond that only forms with a true mate. The thick swell at the base of my cock grows, catching inside her, anchoring me in the hot clutch of her body. It keeps us joined and my cum locked inside her—and fuck if that doesn’t drive me wild.
My cock pulses, the knot vibrating against her inner walls, adding to her pleasure. Kitara writhes against me, gasping as the sensation floods her—stretching, claiming, filling.
“Oh—gods—Ryker!”
“That’s it,” I groan. “Take it, little wolf. You’re mine. Let me breed you. Let me fill you until you’re round with our pup.”
The thought of her filled makes my teeth ache. I want to bite her, mark her.
The knot finally locks in place, vibrating, and we both come apart. She screams, her entire body pulsing around me as I empty into her with a groan loud enough to be heard a territory over.
I collapse, careful not to crush her, and then roll us to the side, still joined, still panting.
She presses her face into my neck, sighing. “You’ve ruined me.”
I grin. “Good. You’ll never forget who you belong to.”
She surprises me by nipping at my throat. “Neither will you.”
Heat flares beneath my skin—not just arousal, though gods, there’s that too—but mostly satisfaction. She’s claimed me as surely as I have her.
I tip my head back, offering more of my neck without even thinking, baring it to Kitara’s teeth like some lovesick fool. My chest tightens with a wild ache. She could ask anything of me right now, and I’d give it. Hell, I’d fall to my knees and thank her for the privilege.
A rough laugh escapes me, low and full of wonder. “Fuck, you’re perfect.”
Her cheeks flush with pleasure and her fingers curl against my chest.
We lie like that, tangled and sated, the bond between us thrumming like a drumbeat beneath our skin. Her fingers stroke lazily over my chest. I can feel her heart still racing against mine.
