Page 47 of Corrupted Tyrant

“Hmm?”

“Where’s the male I fell in love with? You’ve buried him. I fell in love with a wolven. Fuck me like one.”

A roaring sound fills my ears as my cock turns to steel. My eyes flare as I gaze at her, trying to ensure this is what my woman wants before I lose my mind completely.

“I want you, Courage. All of you. Just as you are. No pale substitutes.”

My wolven nature leaps to the forefront, announcing the change with a howl that reverberates off the walls. Without thought, I toss her to the bed and follow her onto it. As I grip her shoulder with my fangs, I let her feel the pressure yet keep its power leashed.

Instead of terrifying her, she goads me on. “That’s right, wolven. This is the male I fell in love with.”

No longer hiding my true nature, I let myself loose. I slide my unsheathed claws through her hair, then draw them down her shoulders and breasts, watching the palest pink lines appear on her skin.

“Mine,” I rasp.

When her arousal scent bursts on the air, I realize it was missing when I was keeping my true nature hidden moments ago. This. This is what my woman wants. All of me.

“I’m going to fuck you, mate.”

“Good.”

“You’re going to take my knot.”

Her fear-scent spikes, but dissipates quickly. We’ve never talked about my knot, but she’s sucked my cock and has to know what I’m talking about. Bold and Jasmine are soulbound. Will the Goddess bless us too? We won’t know until I bite her with my mating mark. It’s too much to hope for, but it doesn’t matter, we we’ll be mates no matter what.

My Candy doesn’t just lie back and wait for me to make the next move. Instead, she commands, “Give it to me, wolven. Give me your knot.”

This woman faced down her abusers and walked away the winner. What made me think she couldn’t handle a thing like my knot?

As I sheath my claws, I yank her thighs apart, then slide one, then two, then three fingers inside her warm channel.

“You’re dripping for me, Candy.”

“Yeah. Because I love you. All of you. Now, show me what you’ve got.”

I know she wants me to pound into her, force my knot inside her, but that’s not the wolven way, certainly not my way. I need to make her come first.

I bury myself in her in one long, slow slide, groaning with the bliss of being gripped in her tight sheath. Her hands fist in my shoulder pelt as her thighs grip my hips, her feet resting on the backs of my knees as she positions herself to take her pleasure.

I ride her from above as she writhes below me, moving her hips in rhythm with mine, bucking up to force each thrust as deeply as possible.

“Feel my knot?” I husk into her ear. How could she not feel it? It’s pressing against her with every passionate drive of my hips.

“Harder!”

That’s my Candy, my mate.

“I want you to come first.” My words are murmured into the shell of her ear as I change my angle and drag against her clit with every sweet invasion.

I know it’s perfect when she gasps and her thighs clutch me harder. She’s keening now, her head thrust back, throat arched—a prey’s gift to the predator, the signal of complete surrender.

“Fuck!” I almost lose my load at the sight of my woman giving me everything, all of her.

She quivers, her inner walls clenching me tight as she falls apart under me. She fists my pelt so hard I imagine my hair is being pulled out by the handfuls.

“That’s right, beautiful woman. Take your pleasure.”

My words urge her on, somehow making her climax gain momentum as she spasms beneath me, around me.

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