“No,” she refuses, wrapping those soft thighs around my waist and pulling me closer. “I want to see your face when you lose control.”
The defiance in her eyes makes my wolf snarl with equalparts frustration and desire. Even now, yielding to me, she’s challenging me. Making this her choice, her surrender rather than my conquest.
It drives me fucking wild.
“You think you’re in charge?” I growl, positioning myself at her entrance, the head of my cock sliding through her slick folds, teasing us both.
“No,” she whispers, dragging her nails down my back in a way that makes my hips buck involuntarily. “But I want to be taken.”
The balance of surrender and demand in her words snaps the last thread of my restraint. I thrust forward in one savage stroke, burying myself to the hilt in her tight heat. The sensation is so intense, so overwhelming, that for a moment I can’t breathe, can’t think, can only feel.
She’s so tight, so perfect around me, her inner walls clenching and fluttering as she adjusts to my size. I have to fight not to come immediately like some untested pup, the pleasure so acute it borders on pain.
“Fuck, Kitara—” I groan, trembling with the effort of holding still, giving her time to adjust. “You’re so fucking tight.”
She can’t speak—head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut—as she takes all of me. I can feel her working through the stretch, the initial burn giving way to pleasure as her body adapts. The bond between us thrums like a live wire, each sensation amplified and shared until it’s impossible to tell where her pleasure ends and mine begins.
I pull out slowly, watching with fascination as her body clings to mine—reluctant to let me go—then slam back in, harder this time, driven by the need to claim every inch of her.
“Is this what you wanted?” I growl, establishing a rhythm that’s just shy of brutal. “You aching for it, little mate? You begging to be knotted like a good girl?”
“Yes,” she gasps, her legs wrapping tighter around me, heels digging into my back to pull me deeper. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop?—”
I have no intention of stopping. Not now, not when she’s finally, properly mine. I fuck her like I’ve wanted to since the moment I first caught her scent—deep, hard, possessive. Each thrust is a claim, each withdrawal a promise to return.
My hands grip her hips, pulling her into every punishing thrust. My mouth finds her skin, biting, marking, tasting the salt of her sweat and the sweet flavor that’s uniquely her. My cock drives into her with a rhythm that builds and builds, chasing our shared release.
“You’re mine,” I snarl, needing to hear her say it, needing her to acknowledge what we both know is truth. “Say it.”
“I’m yours,” she gasps, her eyes holding mine with an honesty that makes my chest ache.
“Again,” I demand, needing more, always more from her.
“Yours, Ryker. Always yours.”
Something breaks inside me—not just the thin veneer of civilization I’ve maintained, but a wall I didn’t know existed until her simple declaration brought it down. A rumble tears from my chest, a sound almost broken with the weight of emotion behind it.
My thrusts grow faster, harder, more punishing as I feel my release building, my knot beginning to swell at the base of my cock. The pressure builds with each stroke, my body preparing to lock with hers, to seal us together in the most primal way possible.
She feels it too, her eyes widening as the growing knot catches at her entrance with each thrust. “You’re close—” she gasps, her body trembling beneath mine.
“So are you,” I growl, fucking her faster, chasing that last edge that will send us both over. I can feel her tightening around me, the telltale flutter of her inner walls signaling herapproaching climax. “Come for me, Kitara. Fuck my cock. Show me you’re mine.”
And gods, she does. Her body locks around me, back arching off the bed as she screams my name, her release triggering my own. With one final, powerful thrust, my knot swells to its full size, locking us together as I spill inside her in pulsing waves that seem endless.
I roar as I come, the sound tearing from somewhere deeper than my chest, somewhere primal and ancient that recognizes this moment for what it is—not just physical release but something transcendent, something that binds us together more completely than even the claiming mark.
She feels it too, I know she does. The bond between us explodes with white-hot magic, crackling through our veins like lightning finding ground. Through it, I feel everything—her pleasure, her awe, her surrender and triumph all at once.
And beneath it all lays a fear that sits cold and heavy in my gut despite the heat of our joined bodies. The terror of loss. The knowledge that what we’ve found together is both perfect and fragile, a flame that could be extinguished by the coming storm.
She reaches up, pulling me down to kiss her, long and slow and soft—a promise sealed with gasping breath and trembling limbs.I’m not going anywhere, the kiss seems to say.This is just the beginning.
We lie there, fused together by my knot, the aftershocks still rippling through us. Her body softens beneath mine, tension melting away as she relaxes into the aftermath. I shift my weight to avoid crushing her, though I remain buried deep inside her, unable to separate even if I wanted to.
“I didn’t mean to be rough,” I murmur against her neck, suddenly aware of how wild I’d been, how completely I’d lost control. “Did I hurt you?”
“Never,” she whispers back, and the trust in that singleword undoes me all over again. “And also... that was really hot.”
