Page 50 of The Warrior's Captive

She had to arch forward to do it, the metal was slightly cold to her touch. She braced herself as he filled her until her walls clenched around him, until she thought he couldn’t go any deeper.

His thrusts were even and gentle slow, but he was so massive inside her that he didn’t need to pound into her.

“You’re so wet, Briar May. You love being impaled on my cock.” He slicked his fingertips between her ass cheeks, until one finger pressed at her opening there. He circled the rim and when she grasped the headboard and pushed back on his cock, wild to take more, for that extra fullness and sensation, he spat on his hand and brought it to her.

It was animalistic and it made her so wet. He’d found a rhythm, and he fucked her a little faster. He kept circling her asshole, and then he pushed the tip of his finger inside.

It was like fire, being breached that way, but she could feel herself clenching even tighter now that she was fuller. The sensation was like a starburst, like getting thrust straight into the sun from miles away. She started to beg, making sounds that she didn’t even know she could make. Little pleas as Castor pumped harder, each stroke taking her closer and closer to the sun inside herself.

It shattered so hard that she thought she would implode from the inside out. A supernova.

“Please, please, please,” she cried as their bonding scent flooded the room. This time it wasn’t a fear response, it wasn’t terror. It was her wolf claiming its mate, as his claimed its own. Her orgasm ripped her open and reformed her, their past forgotten and all that remained was their future.

“That’s it, little wolf. Come on my cock. Harder.” His finger pushed a little more into her asshole, intensifying the climax when she already thought that she’d die from the pleasure. “Come on this dick because you own it. It’s now yours for life. It’s the first cock you ever took and it’ll be the last. I put life inside you. I’m the only one who will ever fill you like this. Your beautiful little cunt, your tight asshole, your gorgeous mouth. All of it is mine. Mine for life.”

“Yes.”

Mine, her body echoed. You are mine.

He kept filling her, filling her until he pushed forward and burst inside her. He roared at the release, their bodies rocking together through the end of the pleasure.

When he pulled out of her, some of that wetness trickled out with him. He cupped her between her legs with his hand so it wouldn’t spill out again.

It was beyond a possessive, claiming gesture. “It’s not enough,” he grunted near her ear, his breath hot against her neck. “One day, I’ll own all of you. Heart. Soul. Dreams. Your thoughts. I’ll own them because you’ll want to give them to me. You’ll want to share them. I’ll do whatever it takes, work as hard as it takes, go through whatever pains are required to be that man that you open all of yourself to. You’ll give it all to me one day, but I’ll work every minute of every day to deserve the whole of you.”

He turned her over gently. He bent over her and kissed her breasts, suckled her nipples, and trailed down to her belly. He kissed her stomach with tenderness and reverence. “How many young do you want, Briar May?”

“Brooke won’t know until I’m further along how many I’m having.”

“I asked how many you would like.”

“As many as you want to give me,” she replied with a smirk.

He coked a brow at her sass, a dark, evil grin splitting his face in half. “Careful, little wolf. You know far too well how happy I am to fill you up with my cum.”

“My parents had twelve,” she said breathlessly. “We were a big family, but it never seemed like too much.”

“We’ll see what your wolf says. Keeping her inside for so many months, she might not agree.”

“Will you wait for her? Wait to shift unless it’s absolutely necessary, so that we can run together for that first time when we’re mated?”

He couldn’t hide the question burning in his eyes, so she explained further, “It’s our tradition after a mating ceremony to run as wolves together. We give our vows as humans, and we go through the woods as wolves. It will probably take Kieran and my father a few months at least to negotiate with your alpha. So by the time of our mating ceremony, I’ll have had our baby… or babies.”

Castor nodded in understanding.

“They’ll want to make sure that blood vows of peace are also undertaken. No one will just give my sister to your pack unless they can prove they are worthy of her,” Briar May added.

“Agnar is a good man.”

“He had you tortured.”

“I told you, that was all my father’s doing.” He looked so troubled that she touched the frown lines on his brow to smooth them. “There are those in the pack who gather like storm clouds and vultures.”

He was still troubled, but he wasn’t going to talk about that all night. There was too much between them, the sharp, brutal need still thrumming with tension, drawing them together.

“Let me own you again, little wolf. I need to be inside you.”

The real owning was there in the way he didn’t bother to hide a single ounce of his need for her. It was clear that she owned him in return. They’d belonged to each other before they ever met in the forest. Darkness gathered and took from them both. Terrible things had happened, but out of that darkness, a crack of light, a faraway blinking, until they finally came together, their own new star.

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