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But all that came out was Viktor’s name, dragged from his throat like a confession.

Viktor groaned, his grip tightening, and suddenly, Nick knew that he wasn’t the only one unraveling.

Viktor cursed, a guttural sound that was more growl than word. He withdrew his fingers suddenly, leaving Nick empty and clenching around nothing.

Nick whimpered at the loss, but Viktor's next move silenced him. With a desperate urgency, Viktor spat into his palm and reached between them, slicking his massive cock.

"Tell me to stop," Viktor demanded, his voice strained as he positioned himself. The blunt head of his cock pressed against Nick's loosened hole, hot and impossibly large. "Tell me now if you don't want this."

Nick could hardly breathe. The rational part of his brain screamed that this was insane—Viktor, the man who'd made his life a living hell for months, was about to fuck him against a treein the middle of the woods. He should say no. He should push Viktor away and reclaim some dignity.

Instead, he tightened his legs around Viktor's waist and whispered, "Don't you dare."

Something flashed in Viktor's eyes—relief, hunger, something deeper Nick couldn't name. Then he was pushing forward, the thick crown of his cock breaching Nick.

Chapter ten

Viktor

Viktor's world narrowed to a single point of pressure—the tight ring of muscle yielding around the head of his cock as he breached Nick for the first time.

"Oh god," Nick choked out beneath him, his body clenching reflexively around Viktor's cockhead.

Viktor nearly lost control at that first squeeze. The heat was indescribable—scorching, silken pressure enveloping the most sensitive part of him. He'd fucked plenty of humans before, but this... this was different. This was Nick—Nick whose scent had been driving him mad for months, Nick whose sharp mind had challenged him at every turn, Nick, who was now taking him inside with a broken gasp that Viktor felt in his bones.

The wolf inside Viktor howled in triumph.

Viktor’s breath came hard and fast, mingling with Nick’s ragged gasps. He gritted his teeth, gripping Nick tighter, holding him exactly where he wanted him.

“Fuck,” he growled, his voice rough, nearly breaking. He wasn’t sure if it was frustration or adoration or something far too dangerous to name.

Halfway inside now, Viktor paused, letting Nick adjust to his considerable size. It wasn't mercy—it was selfish preservation. The tight heat around him was so exquisite that he feared moving too quickly would end this before it truly began. Supporting Nick's weight was effortless with his strength; he could hold this position for hours if necessary, keeping Nick impaled and desperate.

Nick's response shattered that thought. Instead of accepting the reprieve, he tightened his legs around Viktor's waist and used the leverage to force himself down further onto Viktor's cock. The unexpected move drove more of Viktor inside, pulling a feral sound from his throat.

With a final, powerful thrust, Viktor seated himself completely, his hips flush against Nick's ass. The sensation of being fully engulfed in Nick's tight, slick heat was transcendent—a completion he hadn't known he was seeking. Nick's body trembled around him, internal muscles fluttering and clenching as if trying to pull him deeper still.

Then Nick rolled his hips, a wordless demand, and the last of Viktor's restraint shattered.

He withdrew almost completely before driving back in with enough force to make the tree trunk creak behind Nick's back. The sound Nick made—half gasp, half cry—sent fresh heat coursing through Viktor's veins. He established a ruthless rhythm, each thrust powered by inhuman strength, each withdrawal leaving Nick empty and gasping before filling him again more completely than any human lover could.

The slight curve of Viktor's cock dragged relentlessly across Nick's prostate with each powerful thrust. Viktor could tell themoment he found the perfect angle—Nick's entire body jerked, his scent spiking with a fresh wave of pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.

Viktor maintained that angle with supernatural precision, hammering against that spot with unerring accuracy. No human could fuck like this—with this strength, this stamina, this absolute control over each thrust. He was giving Nick something unique, something only he could provide, and the knowledge fed a dark, possessive corner of his soul.

Mine.

Viktor felt something then—that shift, that instinct clawing up from the depths of his being. It sent a shiver down his spine, the primal call to make sure that when this was over, there would be no doubt about who Nick belonged to…

The sensation started at the base of his cock, a tightening, a swelling that wasn't supposed to happen.

Not here. Not with Nick.

His rhythm faltered for the briefest moment as realization crashed over him.

He was starting to knot.

Panic flashed through Viktor's mind even as his hips continued their relentless drive into Nick's body. This was wrong. Impossible. In all his years running with the pack, all the humans he'd taken during the mating run, he'd never once felt his knot begin to form. It was a sacred part of werewolf physiology—a biological bonding mechanism that emerged only with true mates.

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