Page 16 of Avaritia

“Let’s see if you can take it without whining this time.”

Verity’s eyes flashed with defiance. “I can take it.”

She bit down hard on her lip as I fed her each hard inch of my cock, breasts rising and falling temptingly with each breath. She took me beautifully, in truth, her delicate body seemingly made for mine, soft smooth stomach bulging as my cock slid home.

How was I meant to get any of my work done when I had this temptation living under my roof?

Verity smirked, far too cocky for someone as thoroughly impaled as she was. She didn’t even have real claws! And her teeth were blunter than a newborn Shade’s. It was unfathomable that she possessed any confidence whatsoever.

Some of that cockiness faded as I picked up my pace, replaced by a needy, drunken expression that I found myself quite fond of. Yes. I would like to see her look like this each morning and evening, and I would never so much as feel a hint of hunger again. I would never need to experience the indignity of taking from the stores, stealing from the Shades who actually needed those resources to live.

As Verity lost herself to her pleasure, she tilted her head back, exposing the smooth column of her neck to me.

And my teeth ached.

I ran my tongue over them, wondering if they’d always felt that long and sharp. Every instinct in my body screamed at me to bite her, to sink my teeth into her throat, and I had no idea why. It wasn’t an urge I’d ever experienced before.

And I wasn’t in the habit of denying myself the things I wanted.

I lowered my head, opened my mouth, and captured the junction of her shoulder and neck between my teeth, biting down until coppery blood filled my mouth.

“Theon!” Verity shrieked, her pussy clenching and pulsating around me. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

My knot was swelling, and I vaguely recalled her not wanting that, so I started pulling out, hating the feel of leaving her perfect, slick cunt.

“What are you doing?” Verity snapped, grabbing my ass with her delicate, breakable fingers and attempting to yank me back to her. “You may as well knot me now.”

I was confused by her tone but not about to question it when she was offering me what had suddenly become the thing I wanted more than anything else in the world. With one rough thrust, I enthusiastically shoved my knot forward as I came, greedily watching Verity’s every reaction as it swelled to its full girth inside her.

“Oh fuck,” she slurred, pretty brown eyes growing unfocused. “It’s so big.”

It had been twenty years since I’d had a lover, and I’d never knotted anyone, but I suspected that my knot was thicker than most. My chest puffed out with pride at the acknowledgment.

Verity shifted experimentally, milking more cum from my cock and setting off another wave of clenching, whining orgasms for her. Fuck, the sounds she made. Desperate, greedy, whimpering sounds.

If anyone else heard them, I’d have to kill them.

“Do you know what you’ve done?” Verity asked, struggling to catch her breath. Her breasts heaved with the movement, and I dipped my head, intending to drag a taut nipple between my teeth.

“Focus!” she scolded, grabbing my chin with frankly astounding boldness, and yanking my head up. “Do you know what you’ve done? Do you know what that bite means?”

I dropped my gaze to it, admiring the still-bleeding wound on her neck. Perhaps I should lick that instead. Yes, that was a good idea.

“Oh my god, hornball, you are so easily distracted. That is a mating mark. You have mated me. Do you know what that means?”

“It doesn’t matter what it means. You are my captive, and I am keeping you forever, regardless.”

“Yeah, no shit you’re keeping me forever. We’re fucking bonded by some kind of… I don’t know. Magic or something. Whatever. We’re basically married. We’re more than married. We’re super married.”

She sounded worried. I ground my pelvis against her clit, letting my knot soothe her back into a state of mindless calm.

“You… can’t… distract… me… with… fuck!”

I laughed darkly, delighted with my new little mate. I hadn’t intended on getting married, but why not? A wife who fucked like a dream and kept me at full strength while doing it? No Shade would turn down such a gift.

Though I couldn’t deny that there was a faint thread of concern working its way through my elation. What did having a mate entail? What limitations did it impose? How long would it take for the bite to heal?

“Okay, but now we really have to talk about this,” Verity gasped, cunt still fluttering around me. “What are we going to do?”

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