He positions himself between my thighs, the blunt head of his cock nudging my entrance. Through our bond, I feel his struggle for control, the wolf in him demanding he take, claim, breed, while the man fights to be gentle.
“It’s alright,” I whisper, framing his face with my hands. “I won’t break.”
His smile is feral. “No, you won’t.” He pushes forwardslowly, inch by exquisite inch, stretching me around his considerable girth.
“Perfect,” I finish for him, lifting my hips to take him deeper. “And it will be. Because it’s with you.”
His expression softens even as his body remains taut with restraint. He leans down, capturing my lips in a kiss more tender than I expected given the circumstances.
When he’s fully seated within me, he pauses, letting me adjust to the intrusion. The feeling of fullness is overwhelming—physically, emotionally, spiritually. Through our bond, I feel his pleasure mirroring my own, the connection between us strengthening with each shared heartbeat.
“Mine,” he growls against my lips, the word both possession and promise.
“Yours,” I agree, wrapping my legs around his waist to draw him even deeper.
That simple action breaks his control. With a sound more wolf than man, he begins to move, his powerful body driving into mine with a rhythm that speaks to something primal inside me. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure radiating from where we’re joined, the heat in my veins turning molten.
His pace increases, driven by the dual needs of our wolves, recognizing their other half even as our human sides are still learning each other. The bond between us flares with each movement, carrying sensations back and forth until I can’t tell where my pleasure ends and his begins.
I feel the change in him first—the subtle swelling at the base of his cock that signals his approaching climax. The knot I’d felt once before but still wasn’t prepared for.
“Ryker,” I gasp, both warning and plea.
“I know,” he grits out, his movements becoming more urgent. “Can you take it? All of me?”
“Yes,” I answer without hesitation, instinctively tilting my hips to receive him fully. “Give me everything.”
With a final powerful thrust, his knot locks inside me, stretching me to the edge of pain before tipping over into blinding pleasure. The pressure against sensitive nerves triggers another orgasm, more powerful than the first, tearing a cry from my throat that echoes off the stone walls.
Ryker follows immediately, his release hot and copious inside me, his massive body shuddering with the force of it. Through our bond, I feel his satisfaction, his wonder, his fierce joy at claiming me so completely.
We remain locked together, his weight supported on his forearms as he presses his forehead to mine. Our breath mingles, our heartbeats gradually slowing to match each other’s rhythm.
“Better?” he asks, voice rough with exertion.
I nod, the burning fever temporarily banked though not entirely gone. “How long will this last?”
“The heat? Three days, maybe four.” His hand strokes my hair back from my face with surprising tenderness. “We’ll weather it together.”
“And this?” I shift slightly, gasping as the movement tugs on where we’re still joined.
His smile is pure male satisfaction. “About half an hour, give or take.” His lips brush mine. “Long enough for you to rest before the next wave hits.”
As if summoned by his words, I feel the heat beginning to build again, slower this time but no less demanding. My body tightens around his still-hard length, drawing a groan from him.
“Already?” he asks, a mix of surprise and anticipation in his tone.
I smile, feeling strangely powerful despite my vulnerable position. “Disappointed?”
His laugh is dark and promising. “Not even slightly.” Heshifts his weight, somehow managing to flip our positions without breaking the intimate lock between us so that I straddle his lap, his knot still firmly seated inside me.
The new angle sends sparks of pleasure shooting through me, making me gasp.
“This time,” he says, his hands settling on my hips, “you set the pace.”
I rock my hips slowly, experimentally, relishing the way Ryker groans beneath me, the way his hands grip my thighs, letting me move but not guiding.
I move again, deeper this time, the motion sending delicious friction through my core. I can feel every inch of him, the stretch, the pressure, the sheer fullness.
