Page 102 of Red River

Colors swirled around us, filling the flower-covered meadow, wrapping us in their glow.

The energy crackled in the air, little sparks flickering like static on dry sheets—tiny bolts of lightning swirling in a crimson vortex, mirroring the color of River’s hair and the wildflowers around us.

River let out a high, inhuman sound, his eyes wide and burning with red flames as he absorbed the incredible power that had just bound us together.

The energy of our Joining—our True Mate bond—had sealed us in an unbreakable connection, one that would last until the day we died.

"Oh my God, oh my God!" River gasped, blinking like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

"How is this possible?"

I could barely speak myself, still reeling from the aftershocks. My whole body was tense, buzzing.

Finally, I managed to croak out, "We’re True Mates."

River laughed—a desperate sound that quickly turned into sobs of relief, his emotions overwhelming him.

"True Mates!" he almost yelled.

"Yep!"

We just stared at each other, utterly shocked.

"Oh, Fate’s Mercy! Deep down, I’d hoped for it, but now… now that we know… everything will change!" He clung to me, his arms tight around my neck, pulling me closer.

At the same time, his hips moved slightly, massaging my shaft, and he moaned, "Please, make love to me," he whispered.

I was stunned. "Hey, wait! Not so fast! We just discovered we're True Mates!"

River was in a daze. "I know, but please, don’t stop. We’ll talk soon, but first, make love to me, Archer. Please, let me savor this…"

He was just unbelievable! I chuckled with a rough, low sound, but I didn’t need much encouragement, and also wasn’tup for a long chat mid-coitus. I started moving, feeling his small, trembling body beneath me.

"Yes, yes," River moaned as I thrust into him, feeling two-thirds of my cock diving deep inside, hitting his sweet spot. His fingers dug into my hair, pulling me closer, and I could sense his impending release, the pressure building in both our bodies.

I didn't need to warn him what was about to happen when I felt a familiar tingling in two places: in my shaft and… in my gums! I knew he was all in. I quickened my pace, feeling wild waves of energy coursing through me.

It felt like River and I were merging, our souls intertwining, becoming one—a single sphere of energy, tinged with River’s royal red. The color was intense, like life itself, like flowing blood. He saturated our bond with his vibrant hue, overpowering the scene, and I welcomed this crimson dominance with satisfaction.

Despite his small stature, River carried a fierce, spirited energy that perfectly complemented mine, infusing my very core with even more power and vitality.

Fate had been infinitely wise in pairing us—everything about him resonated with me. I needed him as much as I needed air.

My body, my very essence, recognized this truth, no questions. My mating fangs extended from my gums, and in one fluid motion, I sank them into his swollen neck glands.

At the same time, River’s teeth pierced my gland, slicing smoothly through the tender flesh.

But that wasn’t all—my body didn’t want to stop, didn’t want to gradually claim him. It wanted him whole, all at once. The characteristic tingling in my dick arose, and a minute later, we became bonded—not just by our teeth, but by my knot swelling, filling him while River let out a low rumble.

A powerful, deep satisfaction coursed through my body, and I knew River felt it too—his mind flooded with ecstasy, exhilaration, and pure joy. He was nearly consumed by these emotions, his nature as fiery and insatiable as his namesake, woven into his very essence. River’s energy surged through me like a force of nature, and I couldn’t imagine existing without him, not even for a moment.

We remained locked in a tight embrace, as I reveled in this discovery, tiny aftershocks of pleasure rippling through my body, my hips making small, short movements despite the blocking knot.

River purred incessantly, his fangs still embedded in my gland, and I knew this bite would hold significance—for only True Mates could successfully mark each other outside of heat.

After what felt like an eternity of slow, deep sex, fully connected, we both climaxed again in a powerful orgasm that overloaded my senses on every level.

Finally, my fangs withdrew from his neck, and he did the same.

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