Page 166 of Fated or Knot

“I agree, but I’d like to hear your reasoning.”

“Ah, tell me you don’t see him putting the good of the pack first,” was all he said. He spread his hand and sent a jolt of magic into my ass. I yelped as a strange sort of tension pressed against the sides of my back entrance. “Give that ten minutes or so.”

I nodded, breathing shallowly. He’d suggested earlier that I might like the mesh and really enjoy ass play once prepared for it properly. My knees felt a little weak already, as the expanding magic reminded me a lot of how a knot felt as it expanded and locked into place.

Kauz leaned in to kiss me as he spread his fingers. His thumb circled my clit ever so slowly, while his middle three fingers slipped into my pussy and spread out. He teased the inside edge of my ass with his pinky, treating it as gently as he did the bundle of nerves at the apex of my slit.

Our tongues twined, filling my mouth with a strong taste of Always. His nostrils flared like he sensed it too. He didn’t stop me when I went for his waistband again, freeing him from the rest of his clothing. I admired his strong form with my fingertips as he coaxed out my pleasure one stroke at a time.

I ran my thumb through the pearl of liquid beaded at the head of his shaft and spread it down his length, stroking with areverent hand. Though he throbbed around my fingers, he eased off the pressure just as my breathing changed, and instead of chasing another peak, I came back down with a ragged sigh.

He parted from my lips to murmur, “I think it’s time.”

It was, but I wanted so much more of him.I’ll get my fill of Kauz tonight in another dream.For now, I needed to love on a giant.

We emerged from the bedroom together. Tormund hadn’t moved except to remove his clothes and fold them neatly off to the side. His thick brow drew in as he squinted at us. “That was fast.”

I bent to retrieve his spectacles and placed them back on the bridge of his nose. “Kauz talked me out of it,” I said.

“He…did?” Despite his confused frown, he wasted no time in pulling me in to straddle him on the couch. “I’m not complaining. I’ve mostly cooled off.”

Though a fresh wave of warmth lifted from him as he spoke. He was tracing the outline of my hips and waist, careful of the claws starting to grow from his nailbeds again. He cast a glare at his own hands with a frustratedach.

“It’s okay, Tormund. I’ll touch you instead,” I said.

I traced the loop of his alpha mark and tiny fires ignited in his eyes again. I rubbed his padded stomach as he watched, clenching his clawed hands by his sides. “When I can control myself, I will touch you. That’s a promise, li’l bird. I want to know every inch of you, and to map your pleasure without any fear of hurting you.”

“You won’t hurt me,” I said, convinced that my gentle giant would rather die than leave a single bruise.

“I won’t. I would never hurt you. The stars gave me and my pack a perfect omega. You put up with all our problems, even mine.” Heat and muscle stretched the skin below my fingertips, revealing the inferno burning within him. The orange tint offlame shining through him made his brassy skin glow like molten metal. He was venting heat through his back, so touching his chest directly was like resting my palm on a sunbaked stone.

“I love you,” I answered.

He lifted his hand and cupped my neck with his massive fingers, trembling with restraint all the while. “I love you too. That’s why I—” A growl cut him off as I tried to circle his shaft with my hand and gave it a testing stroke. It was heavy and enlarged already, pulsing with the heat of him.

“Kiss me. Trust yourself a little.” If only he trusted himself as much as I trusted him. Such a gentle soul stuck in a body that was capable of things he was afraid of. I wondered if he’d be more interested in testing his limits once he had the sense of control he longed for.

He met my lips, kissing carefully with closed lips so I didn’t cut myself on a fang. The sweetness of caramelized mallows clung to him, though he smelled more like smoke now that his internal fire was lit and swelling. If I waited or teased him more, he’d be too big to handle.

I held his cheek, gazing into the reflection of tenderness in his fiery eyes. “And trust me, too. I’m going to take that knot and you’re going to feel so much better. All right?”

He tilted his head, showing his throat in a trust display. My breath caught for a moment. “All right, li’l bird,” he said in a low, crackling voice.

I ran my thumb through his beard and held his gaze as I angled the head of his shaft just right and sank the first couple inches onto him. He clenched his jaw with a strangled growl. “Don’t hold it back. I’ll tell you if it’s too much,” I murmured.

“Not too hot?” he asked again.

I circled my hips as I lowered a few inches more, working his massive cock into me about as quickly as I could handle it. His shaft pulsed; if anything it matched the temperature of my pre-heat. It felt perfect and my pussy stretched to adapt to his size so far. “Not too hot,” I confirmed.

Smoke escaped in two long tendrils from the corners of his mouth. He breathed through his teeth, growling with every exhale. I had yet to meet his fully shifted form, and fucking him while he swelled with heat and strength was not the way I’d expected him to coax it free. It seemed after his claws, horns, and fangs elongated and sharpened, it was a matter of size.

With my hands braced on his chest, I could feel the monstrous form stretch his body. The heat mounted, but he expelled most of it in a cloud that dampened my body with sweat. His muscles twitched and grew in slow increments, making him broader, especially in the chest and arms.

And his cock…oh. I was glad to set the pace. Once I fully sheathed him, I preferred for his length to be inside me for the jumps in size. He stretched my pussy just as effectively as the mesh in my backside, and my legs shook each time he expanded my channel a little more. I moaned and writhed on him as he continued to test how much I could take.

Tormund’s expression shaded from worry to heat. He seemed to realize I was enjoying the changes as they came, and not getting hurt. He started to move with me. The impact of his hips on mine gave me a boost up his shaft. No matter how gentle he wanted to be, he’d grown to twice my size and many, many times my strength. Something he didn’t let himself forget even as he finally started to touch me.

The back edge of a claw, tracing my cheekbone. Fingertips on my wings. I curled my fingers on his chest, barely even scratching his thickened hide. “More,” I moaned.

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