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He is saying such filthy things, but this really does feel like my purpose and my destiny. I feel as though I was made to be fucked by him, as if destiny is being fulfilled when his cock enters me. This is what the mate bond does. It makes me wet, willing, and entirely devoted to being fucked by my alpha.

“Mine,” he snarls as his cock thrusts deep inside me, pulling me onto his lap and spreading my legs so they are on either side of his. “You’re mine.”

I writhe on top of him, soaked and desperate for his flesh and for his love. I want him deep inside me. I want him to completely consume me. I am giving myself up, abandoning the past and embracing the future of what I will be with him.

Cain bounces me on his cock for a very long time, long enough that my pussy starts to get a bit sore. I start to whimper a little at that point, which only seems to encourage him.

“Does it hurt, having your cunt used to make up for all the fucking you missed when you were away?”

“A little,” I moan.

“Good,” he says. “I want you to feel this long after I am done with you. I want you to feel your poor, soaked, swollen, used cunt, and remember that I own you, and your primary function is to take my cock.”

With that, he starts lifting me up and slamming me down on his dick. He is so damn muscular and strong, easily able to use me like the fuck toy he says I am.

“That’s right, grip my dick,” he encourages me. “I can feel how tight you are. You need to be stretched out again, don’t you? You need to be filled up and knotted.”

He pulls me down on his cock and comes inside me. I let out a wailing whine, because of course, this is not over. My pussy was starting to feel a little too fucked, and now, as his knot swells inside me, I feel my body struggling to take him.

“Come on my cock,” he says. “Rub your clit and take my come and be a good girl for your alpha.”

I do as I am told, rubbing my pussy to try to get to orgasm. This is a welcome home fucking, but it is also a punishment. He is disciplining my pussy. He is reminding me of how sore he could make me if he wanted to. And he is using me just as I was made to be used.

I come so fucking hard on his cock, I almost black out and shift, but he keeps me in my human form by biting the back of my neck, the pain shocking me into another orgasm as I am held impaled on his knot, my pussy absolutely ravaged, but my sins entirely absolved.

Later, when we are two separate beings instead of one horny beast, he speaks to me more rationally.

“You belong here,” he says. “You belong with me. And when we are ready, we will call another conclave, and I will marry you in front of the pack.”

“They don’t like me though. I mean, they don’t respect me.”

“You met them before you had even begun to understand what you are,” he says. “I’m going to teach you about yourself. You’re going to meet others who will also educate you. Linus, ourhistorian, is excited to work with you. By the time the next conclave is called, you will be more than ready.”

It takes me about ten minutes to prove him wrong. I go looking for sweet treats in the Denholm kitchen, and who do I run into besides the woman who seems to have absolutely nothing going on in her life besides hanging around this dusty old building.

“Nice to see you again, Kira,” Isabella smirks. “Cain was always so good at picking up trash.”

I don’t know what comes over me. Maybe it’s hormones. Maybe my body is still adjusting to all the shifts and twists of being a newly minted wolf. Whatever it is, I bite her. I don’t shift. I just bite her with my human mouth, right on the fleshy part of her upper arm.

Her yowl of shock and pain is immensely satisfying.

“She bit me! She fucking bit me! She’s an animal!”

Isabella runs away from me, all her alleged poise leaving her as she comes to grips with the realization that I don’t care who she is. She might be accustomed to being treated as though she is something special, but I am the alpha’s mate.

I go about my business for maybe five minutes before the chickens of consequence try to roost upon me.

“Kira!”

I am swept up off my feet, swung around, and then put back down again in a gesture that seems half intended to chastise and half intended to correct. I let out a little giggle of excitement, because every time Cain touches me, I feel a rush of the most pure feeling of excitement. He and I spark whenever we touch.

Cain holds me by the shoulders and looks down at me with alpha intensity. “Did you bite Isabella?”

“She deserved it,” I say calmly. I don’t know what’s shifted inside me, but something has. Am I more confident? Or am I more feral? Most of the time I’ve spent as a shifter has been back home in St. Infernus.

Maybe not every part of my upbringing doesn’t serve me. Maybe there’s some benefit to…

Cain’s expression shifts back and forth a little, as if he is wrestling with himself. I give him a wide-eyed, innocent look. He has to know that this is progress for me. I’ve never stood up for myself in my life.

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