Page 223 of Settle Down, Princess

“Well, look at you…” Roan couldn’t seem to work out what to look at, his eyes flicking between the look of pleasure on her face or the place where the two of them were joined. “Taking all of me, just like that.” She moved then, her arms rising above her head, swaying like the trees did in the breeze. “Gods, you feel so fucking good. You can take more, can’t you?”

His hands slapped down on her hips as if she was about to fly away and he had to stop her, their bodies slapping now as they came together. The strokes got shorter, his words mumbled now. My brother told my mate how beautiful she was in the rough and ready words of his people.

“Take me,” he growled, his eyes gleaming in the darkness. “Take all of me. Gods, why do I need to get deeper?”

“So part of you will still be there inside her, long after this is done,” Silas replied. Jessalyn turned his way blindly, her mouth open and panting, and he moved to claim that. A kiss, then another, trailing his mouth down her neck. But as she clawed at him, he knew what I did. As my cock rocked against her, the slip of her skin everything and not enough all at the same time, he jumped to his feet and then fed his cock past her lips.

To fill all of her—that need had my fangs lengthening. Then that restless ache inside me wouldn’t be alleviated until she was, but I experienced both relief and jealousy as she opened her mouth wider. Every move Roan made thrust Silas deeper, something that had him easing off lest she choke. The wolf snarled at that ragged sound, making clear that it would not be permitted, so Silas cradled her head as gently as a newborn bird, before wrapping his hand around the base of his cock to stop her from taking more.

“Fuck…” Roan panted that, or Silas did, I couldn’t tell. There was no I left, only we. We pleased our mate. We mated her. We drove her harder and harder, her moans muffled. We made her stiffen. My claws punched into the earth, feeling like they’d reach into the depths to grip the very roots of the trees around us, because we knew. Roan’s almost sad sob as he shuddered. Seed dripped down her thighs and onto the ground, a sacrifice for the earth itself, that it might bless us with fecundity, as I moved to fill the space he’d left.

Her cunt was still spasming with pleasure as I lined myself up. Jessalyn let out a frantic little whine as Silas dragged himself free. The man wavered on his feet, looking like he might faint as Arik stepped closer. His eyes locked with mine as my hand slapped down on the back of Jessalyn’s neck. Her head was pressed into Roan’s chest. He cradled her there, stroking her hair, as I forced her to present herself to me, ready to be mated. Her hips were tilted back, opening her up, resulting in the seed she’d already received pooling against her cervix. Perfect for breeding, I let out a strangled growl, right as I surged forward.

Despite everything we had put her through, her body still fought me. I made it in an inch or two before she clamped down around me. “Let me in,” I growled, the wolf feeling the flames of a mating frenzy licking at his skin, but he wasn’t in control. I was. “Let me in, Jessalyn.”

Her body bucked under my grip and Arik crouched down to stare into my eyes.

“Don’t hurt her. Don’t you fucking hurt her or I’ll have you on the ground, my knife in your throat within seconds.”

“Everything hurts,” I snapped back. “Who knows that more than you? You’ve fought everything, but sometimes…” I felt her flex and open around me, allowing me to sink further in. “Sometimes the greatest pleasures come from surrender.”

I was lost now, in the feel of her, so tiny by comparison, and yet she was swallowing me up. She felt like wet silk tied tight around my most sensitive skin, the sensation enough to have me drawing back, just to stab back in.

“Gods, yes, my mate. Take me.” All the talk amongst unmated males was about taking and conquering. The elders looked upon this with thinly veiled irritation, but most ignored it as youthful expressions of masculinity, perhaps because they knew. I wasn’t giving anything to Jessalyn. She was taking. Every inch was another part of my soul claimed by her, another part that would always find her eyes across a crowded room, who would silently snarl at anyone else who dared to watch her walk past. “Take me, Jessalyn, take everything because I am yours.”

She was letting out little sobbing gasps of pleasure by the time my knot grazed against her, her fingers raking across the ground.

“Creed… Creed…!”

“Just a little more,” I urged.

“Don’t push her too fast,” Arik snapped.

“Just a little…” She was made for me, so of course she opened up, my knot sinking into her, the feeling of it being swallowed by her cunt indescribable. Sex was great, but this was glorious. My roar echoed out through the forest, the golden deer finally bounding away at the sound of it. Seed burst from me in a breathtakingly long arc of bliss that threatened to have me slumping forward, limp with ecstasy.

“Oh… Oh! Oh, oh, oh!”

“Has he hurt you?”

Roan was shoved aside as Arik landed next to Jessalyn, his hands going to her face, but I was willing to bet he didn’t expect this. One long ragged laugh of bliss from my mate, then she tried to twist around. We were locked tight together, the movements difficult but not impossible. Jessalyn panted through each one, her brows creasing as her cheeks flushed bright red.

“Oh I’m going to… Again? Oh gods…” She threw her arms around my neck, pressing her face into my neck and I held her close, feeling the shudders of pleasure running through her.

“She’s fine,” Roan assured Arik. “More than fine, I think.” He moved closer with a nod to me, sweeping his hands across her stomach. “Knotted like this will be like being on roseblood but better.”

As he kissed her neck, she writhed, the sensation pulling more seed from my balls to shoot up inside her. Nothing, not anything in my life prepared me for the ecstasy of this sensation. Nor Jessalyn, it appeared. She kissed me messily as she began to move, stringing out the sensations until we were both forced to burst again.

“Because he’s knotted you,” Silas said, drawing closer to stare at our mate. “If you’re fertile…”

She was, I knew it. My seed and Roan’s were planted inside her. All it would take was for the others to join us with theirs. Once she’d milked me dry and I was forced to soften, as the sun started to bleed through the trees, each one of us would breed her in turn, and then she would be our mate in every way.

“Fertile…?”

Somehow that was exactly the wrong thing to say to Arik. Rather than draw closer and serve our mate, he pulled away. I watched him disappear into the darkness but was unable to follow his path, because Jessalyn claimed my attention.

“More?” she asked in a breathy voice.

“More,” I agreed.

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