Page 23 of To Run with the Wild Hunt

"Then kiss me," I commanded. A heartbeat later Key's mouth was on mine, and nothing else mattered.

Tying the Knot

Alexis Sharpe

Key kissed me like he would die without the taste of my mouth—as if everything he'd been and everything he was had been meant for this moment. He didn't bother with any preliminaries, sliding his tongue into my mouth with open demand, and fuck if I didn't love that greed.

I grabbed him by the back of the head, dragging him down onto the bed with me. His teeth clicked against mine as we hit the mattress, both of us too full of reckless hunger to care. He tasted like fucking paradise, and I shoved my tongue deeper into his mouth, licking at him as if I might be able to devour him.

With a flash of silver, Key ripped his claws through my nightshirt, and a heartbeat later he tore his mouth off of mine to attack my breasts. His hot mouth wrapped around my nipple, tongue laving the sensitive tip as he sucked on me.

Nothing could have prepared me for the sheer pleasure of having that raw need focused on me, or of the perfection of a soulmate's knowledge of my body. I cried out, back arching. The contact sent a bolt of pleasure straight between my legs, the throbbing of my pulse turning into pounding need. My fingernails dug into his scalp and his back, but Key only groaned out his pleasure, switching to devote his attention to my other breast.

Strong hands ran down my body, the pads of his fingers rough and his touch leaving a tingling wake along my skin. He gripped my hips as he straddled my thigh, grinding the hot length of his cock against me.

"I would have come like this for you," he said, his voice ragged. He bit me, sharp pleasure lancing through me, making me gasp. "Humping your thigh. Your pillow. Fuck, even buried in one of the other hounds, if you would have liked to see me do it." Key pressed two fingers against my clit before shoving them down between my legs with insatiable demand, moaning when he felt the wet of my pussy. "Anything for you."

"And now?" I asked, panting with pleasure as I raked my nails down his back.

His back arched up into the contact, his head thrown back and open pleasure written on his face. "I'll still do it if you want me to," he said, all but whining. "I'll love it. But I'll never be satisfied with that."

I bucked my hips against his fingers, chasing the pleasure. "Tell me—"

Key gave me what I wanted, rubbing his fingers against me, his fingertips sinking into my pussy with every movement and the base of his fingers shoving hard against my clit with vivid pleasure. "I need you," he said, nipping and licking his way down my stomach. "Need to be loved by you, and need to love you." He slid down between my legs, setting one of my thighs on his shoulder and shoving his fingers deep in my pussy with a moan. "Tell me I can taste you, Lexi."

I held his gaze, breathing hard, then grabbed him by the hair, hard enough to hurt. "Make me come, hound," I said, putting every every ounce of my will into the command. "Now." I shoved his face down against my pussy, the power of it all thrilling through me as he obeyed without hesitation.

Black fur rolled down his spine as he fell on me with hunger, the raw edges of his skin healing and the exposed silver bone of his monstrous tail replaced by a plume of silken fur. Key's hot tongue pressed against my clit as he finger-fucked me, his endless devotion turned towards pleasing me with a desperation that flooded me with warmth.

I shoved his face harder against me, making him whimper as I ground my pussy against his tongue. He wanted to be used, and I would use him, claim him, show him how much I wanted him.

Tension curled inside of me, the pressure of his fingers rubbing up against my g-spot with a tingling glow and the hard licks of his tongue spiking the pleasure with every stroke. His hips started rocking, the movement looking helpless. He ate me, tiny whimpers in the back of the throat, and he drove his cock against the sheets to the same pace as the movement of his fingers inside me.

I couldn't tear my eyes away from the sinuous movement of his hips, everything narrowing down to a soaring endless moment of need, my hound running down ecstasy for me. My fingers dug against his scalp, thighs closing around his face, and with a growl Key shoved his fingers hard against the place inside me that begged for relief.

Orgasm hit me like a freight train, my whole body curling up off the bed as I screamed out my pleasure. My core clenched and released in waves, every grip of my body around my soulmate's fingers sending a bright flash of ecstasy through me, the glory of orgasm flooding my body with pleasure.

Key ran me through it—chased me through it, his tongue pressing hard against me and his fingers curled, his fucking tail wagging. He would have kept going, eaten me for hours, but I grabbed him by the horns and yanked his face towards mine, unwilling to be patient.

He followed my hands with a yelp, panting and wild-eyed. I hooked my legs around his waist and hauled him down, his cock a hard line against my belly.

"Good boy," I said, watching him with hunger as he almost orgasmed from that alone, his lashes fluttering and hips jerking. I shoved my fingers into his mouth, and Key sucked them like a cock, eyes closing in bliss and hips rocking against mine. "Wanna fuck me, baby?"

"Mhm," he whined around my fingers, low desperate sounds. "Mm—"

I pulled my fingers away, Key following them with a whimper, and grabbed him by the hips. "Want me like this, or on my knees?"

"Like this, please, please, I'm not just your hound, I'm your love— I want to see you and kiss you and—"

I cut him off, licking him across the mouth before claiming his tongue with an open-mouthed kiss. He met me with a moan of deep pleasure, tilting his hips and using one hand to guide the tip of his cock to my entrance. His first thrust drove it in almost all the way to the knot, my pussy dripping wet and body aching for him.

The heat of his body soaked into me. He fucked himself deeper, until every drive of his hips slammed his knot up against my entrance. Pleasure radiated out from each hard thrust, Key forcing himself deeper with relentless need.

I met and matched him, my hips bucking up against his and my depths gripping his hot length. Every stroke stretched my entrance wider, aching tension coiling inside of me, and then with a shuddering cry Key sheathed himself in me, the knot slipping past my entrance and deep inside my core.

The perfect shock of it made my back come off the bed. Key didn't give me any respite. He started kissing my neck, open-mouthed kisses that left my skin tingling. I gripped him by the back of the neck as he fucked me harder, his knot popping in and out of me. The suddenness of it, over and over again, made my pussy spasm, my eyes wide and unseeing and hands grasping at nothing. There was nothing else in the world that mattered, only the spreading tension deep inside me and the spike of pleasure as I took his knot, again and again and again.

"Baby, knot me, you have to knot me— Holy fuck, Key—"

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