Page 48 of Corrupted Tyrant

Now is the time to bite her, when she’s in the throes of bliss. We haven’t discussed it, though I should have brought it up.

As she slowly spirals down from her orgasm, I place my fangs on her shoulder, capturing her attention.

Reluctantly pulling my mouth off her, I say, “I want to bite you, love. It will hurt and will leave my permanent mark on your neck, but it will bind us.”

Our gazes connect and somehow a conversation passes between us, though no words are exchanged. The expression on my face must tell her how much I want this because she barely hesitates before nodding.

“Do it.” When I hesitate, she hisses, “Do it, Courage. I don’t want to wait a minute more to become your mate.”

All control evaporates, and I pierce her with my fangs. The coppery tang of her blood bursts on my tongue. Though I’ve never tasted anything like it before, it’s like coming home. She cries out, muffling the noise in my pelt.

Her pain tears at my heart for only a moment, then that’s when the old tales become true. The elders said if the female is our soulbound, it only hurts for a moment, then our saliva increases her pleasure.

Though she had a powerful release only moments ago, her rapture seems to hit her like a thunderbolt as her channel grips my cock and she moans in bliss, her back arched like a bow.

Releasing all inhibitions, I hammer her now, battering her so my knot can move that final inch and slide inside her. She’s working with me, as determined as I am to finish this. If she were a different person, I would offer to wait, tell her we could try again another day. But if she were a different person, I wouldn’t love her as much as I do.

With one final thrust, the thick ring of flesh slides inside her. She yelps, her eyes flaring wide as her mouth makes an O of surprise. Then her lids flutter shut, her lips forming a thin line as she lapses into silence.

She opens her eyes and captures my gaze in hers. “Oh, my God. So. Full. I’ve never felt closer to you.”

“I love you, Candy.” Though I want to tell her she’s mine, I surprise myself by declaring, “I’m yours.”

“I love you, too. And Courage, I’m yours. Forever.”

I mate her with renewed vigor, my release building, spiraling, climbing until it explodes. My knot swells impossibly larger, locking my cock inside her. I paint her womb with my seed as I howl loud enough to wake everyone on the floor.

Candy’s back arches and the scream that rips from her throat blends with mine as her walls seize my cock in a vise of rhythmic pulses that blast me into the stratosphere.

I press my forehead to hers as we gasp for breath. I didn’t believe it, but I knew it in my heart. Candy is my soulbound. My one and only.

A moment ago, everything had been so serious, life-altering. Now, somehow, we’re both laughing. To soothe any residual pain, I lap at the beautiful mark on her left shoulder. Seeing it there fills me with pride, possession.

“So, your knot knotted?”

“Yes, Goddess be praised, it did. A wolven’s knot swells and locks only for his soulbound.”

“How long will we be connected like this?”

“Don’t know. Why?”

“I love it. Love being together. So intimate. But the moment you release me, I want to see what my bite looks like.”

For the briefest second, I wonder if she’ll hate being marked, but the look on her face is anything but filled with regret. Her grass-green eyes are sparkling.

“I’ll need a new wardrobe, you know. Some of my friends have done that when they got a tattoo, found clothes with shoulder cut-outs. I want to show it off. Oh!” Her eyes fly wide. “It won’t fade, will it?”

A starburst of satisfaction flares in my chest that she wants to show off her connection to me. “Not if I have anything to say about it. If it does, I’ll just have to bite you again.”

“Mmm.” She gives me a long, close-lipped kiss. “That gave me the most powerful orgasm of my life. You’ll get no complaints from me, mate.”

My mind is racing with joyous thoughts about this, but I realize that although I’ve kept my thoughts to myself my whole life, I’m mated now. This woman wants to know what I’m thinking.

“I landed on Earth, little more than a pup, in a painful heap on the sands of the Mojave Desert. I was alone and terrified. A wolven female who lost her mate and pups took me in and raised me until she died when I was eighteen. I joined the Warriors and they became my family, my pack. Since then, my prospects haven’t exactly been bright. I’ve kept my hopes and dreams to a minimum to protect my heart from aching. But there were moments in the dark of night when I allowed myself to dream of a mate.”

I press my palms to her cheeks, needing her to gaze into my eyes as I tell her the next part.

“In all that time, even in my most hopeful dreams, I never dreamed of anything half as wonderful as you. Mae adme rosh. I love you, Candy Wood.”

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