Page 42 of Protected By the Wolven

Somehow, I surface from wherever I went for that amazing climax and realize I’m in my mating bed with Lash.

“Words, Lash. Give me words, then give me your knot.”

“You’re back among the living, Starlight? You want words?”

He kneels between my legs and, for the first time tonight, I realize he’s naked. I’m not sure when that happened. All I know is that he has the most perfect masculine body of anyone on Earth. His cock is ninety degrees from his body, leaking pre-cum, pointing at me. If we weren’t about to enter into what I think is going to be a solemn ceremony, I’d steal a taste.

“Mei grrahla. Mei Rrohgren. Ull mai alla Ahgrrahl.I love you, Zoya. You came out of nowhere and broke me out of the cage I’d locked myself in. Not only do I want you to be mine forever, but I want to be yours. I’ve already given my heart to you, but what happens next will be my pledge.Rrohvahl,Zoya. Forever.”

He places his cock at my entrance and presses in as our gazes remain locked. This is the opposite of the hot sex we just shared. It’s slow and tender and full of meaning.

I take him easily. He was right when he said it was the perfect time to knot me. I’m loose and relaxed, ready, and… eager. He’s thick, and the stretch burns a bit, but it’s nothing I can’t handle. When he bottoms out against me, I’m relieved.

“That wasn’t hard at all, Lash. It must be because I love you so much.”

His eyes widen as he says, “You haven’t taken my knot yet, love. That will happen in a moment.”

Searching my heart, my body, I look for my fear, but it isn’t there. I guess I’m not afraid of a little pain if it brings us closer together.

He kisses me, a delicious kiss that reminds me of all the things I love about him. Then he begins to thrust. Pressing my hands to his hips, I feel in control. One word from me, or tightening my grip on his flesh, will make him stop. I know it as surely as I know my own name.

He rides me, flowing into me, surrounding me with his arms, his body, his love. His pace shifts into a higher gear and everything changes. No longer is this a sweet, meaningful ceremony. It’s becoming a sensual dance.

He’s holding nothing back, murmuring his love words in English and wolven. His hips press. His angle is perfect for bumping my clit, forcing my lust higher with every thrust. He edges me higher, but never presses harder, never forces himself inside me.

Although he says nothing, I know what he needs. He won’t knot me until I’m ready. Until Iask.

He’s nipping my throat, biting my earlobe, grinding against me, increasing my bliss until my mind is back in that nowhere place with no beginning, no end, just pure pleasure. I ease into anorgasm. It’s soft, maybe not even a full release, maybe just an echo of one, but it teases me, reminds me of the goal.

After another little orgasm, which accomplishes nothing other than making me want more, I urge him. “I want your knot.”

“Not yet.” He pulls back enough for me to see a knowing smirk on that handsome face.

Something about his words, his cynical smile, unleashes something in me. After I give him a gentle nudge, he complies, turning us so I’m on top. I left Zoya somewhere on Earth, because I think we’re in another place, another time.

I’m riding him like a wild animal. I don’t know which of us is more primitive. The sound of our flesh slapping reverberates through the room. His scent, musky and reminiscent of the forest, surrounds me. It all just serves to make me fuck him harder.

I’m pounding on him now, determined to get that thick knot of flesh and muscle inside me.

“Help me, Lash.”

With his hands firmly on my hips, his fingertips clenching my skin, he presses me down on his cock harder with every thrust.

“Oh!” His knot slips deeper. How can it hurt and feel like bliss at the same time? “More!”

We work together as I ride him like a banshee, thrusting hard. He matches my fervor, pressing his hips up to meet me with each stroke. We’re both sweating, moaning, grunting with the effort, until the knot eases inside me in one final, blissful burn.

Then, unbelievably, I feel it swell even more, locking me in place. I rock forward, grinding my clit into the hard bone above his cock, a moan coming from the depths of my being.

Our gazes meet as we both orgasm at the same time. His essence is hot as it bathes me. He’s as fully feral as I’ve ever seen him. His noises are wild as he pants through his release.

“So good. So deep.” My words are idiotic. I just needed to say something, to punctuate this important moment.

“I need to bite you, love. It will hurt.”

Fear whips through me. If my mind was straight, I would scold him for not warning me. But I’m speechless, fully compliant.

“I’m told it will hurt and then will be the most bliss you’ve ever felt.”

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