Page 51 of Fenrir

His gaze went fully golden, and he swooped down and kissed her before shifting his hips and sliding into her deeper.

She kept her gaze locked on his and nodded. He pushed further inside, and she bit her lip.

His eyes clouded, but she reassured him. “It doesn’t hurt. It feels good. I just want more.”

With a solid but slow thrust of his hips, he seated inside her. Grace threw her head back and panted as he stretched her to the point of bursting.

Fenrir waited, but she wiggled underneath him, and he pulled back and then rolled into her again.

Fenrir waited, and the agony in her core coiled tight, and she finally realized what it was, what she needed from him.

“Fen. I need you. I need all of you. I need your knot. Please,” she begged. She ran her hand down his chest, needing him to do something before she imploded.

Fenrir dropped onto one elbow and pulled his hips back before entering her again.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

Grace gripped his shoulders as he slid out and back into her again.

“Yes. I’m sure. I need it. I’ve needed it ever since the first night we met,” she said. “I need your knot inside me. Filling me.”

Fenrir kissed her and did as she asked. Starting slow, he ground his hips into hers, pulling back only to circle his hips and enter her again. She claimed his lips, and soon his rhythm increased. Once again, her climax coiled inside her.

“Fenrir,” she moaned, biting lightly on his chest.

“Grace.”

She stroked his face. “Let go, Fenrir. Let go.”

He growled and thrust harder. Soon the friction between them grew until she couldn’t hold out any longer. Fenrir roared, and Grace shattered around him at the same time.

He called her name over and over, and then he thrust one final time and filled her. Her body clamped down involuntarily, and then she felt it. He swelled inside her, and the agony that had built inside her shattered and disappeared as his warm seed filled her completely. Suddenly he dropped his mouth to her shoulder and bit her. For a moment, neither moved, and it was as if time had stopped.

Grace’s spirit self howled at the contact, but Grace froze. She blinked several times as the purring started again in Fenrir’s chest, soothing and calming her. Only this time, it didn’t. It couldn’t because she was too preoccupied to concentrate on the sound.

Her heart raced, and her body hummed. He’d broken the skin. He’d marked her as his. Her spirit wanted her to bite him. Claim him. Finish the bond and make him hers. Her fangs descended into her mouth, but she stopped herself. She couldn’t. Not until she talked to him about it. Not until she was sure. Until he was sure.

Everything was happening so fast.

Fenrir dropped on top of her, his knot still filling her, his purring caressing her soul and calling out to her. Her own private lullaby. A sound made just for her, his fated mate.

Suddenly Fenrir kissed her shoulder and propped himself up on an elbow. He stroked her cheek and down the side of her throat, where his eyes widened as he looked at her, the spot he’d bitten her. His eyes darkened, and tears filled his eyes.

“Grace… I… I…”

Neither of them spoke. He tried to roll off her, but they were still joined. Shame marred his features, and he turned his face away from her.

“No.” She grabbed his arm.

He looked at her.

“No,” she said again. “You do not run. Not from me. Especially not now. Not that there is anywhere you can go at the moment since we are literally joined at the hips.”

He didn’t even smirk.

“You get it, don’t you? You realize what you did.”

He nodded.

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