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The feeling only intensifies as my orgasm comes upon me, rushing from my brain and my balls at the same time, every part of my being focused on knotting and rutting inside her until she is so full of me she cannot be anything other than bred.

“You’re going to swell for me, you’re going to take my seed, you’re going to be the mother of my whelps, and she-wolf of this pack. You’re my everything.”

She makes no verbal reply, but her little animal sounds, moans, groans, and grunts are enough to spur me on, the sound of her pleasure making me desperate to hear her peak.

“Yes! Armand!” She screams my name as orgasm fires through her, my knot stretching her pussy lewdly wide, trapping her on my cock. “Oh, my god, oh, my fucking… oh…”

I kiss her temples, stroke her hair, and reach between us to rub her clit, forcing her to keep the orgasm rolling around my knot. I know it can be painful to take, especially when she has only recently been bred for what I have to assume is the first time. This is rough treatment for a virgin, but I think she likes rough handling. I think she craves it.

She bites her lower lip, chews at the air, grinds and squirms and moans as my fingers continue to circle her clit harder and faster, spurring her onto another orgasm.

I feel her pussy grip my knot again, I feel her tremble all over. I see her sweat and hear her moan and I feel rushes of possession and pride as she responds to my touch as I demand.

“It’s too much,” she moans. “It’s all too much, it’s sore, but… no, don’t stop!”

I chuckle as I pull my fingers away, only for her to beg for me to put them back. I oblige her, because there’s no reason not to keep her in this particular physical prison. I can feel her soaking my knot as it begins to subside, her wetness and my cum coating my cock and then her thighs as her ongoing wriggling desire keeps her desperate for stimulation.

I slide my fingers inside her, rubbing up against the inner wall closest to her belly button, curling them up to find her secret little spot and forcing one final squirting release from her, after which she begs me to be careful as I pull my fingers from her swollen, ravaged sex.

“You are such a perfect mate,” I praise her, covering her with affectionate kisses and holding her in a tight embrace. She is soft and relaxed, no remnants of tension in her mind or her body. Her face is transformed by the orgasmic ordeal, and I think I glimpse what she would look like when she was entirely happy.

It will happen, I am sure of it. I will dedicate the rest of my life to keeping her in this state of completely satisfied desire. I will erase all the sorrows and horrors of her past. I will make her mine. Forever.

CHAPTER8

Armand

My mate keeps her secrets, but our lovemaking is so passionate I had started to forget that they mattered. We are forging something between us, something out of blood and lust, not tenderness and trust. I will take the former if I cannot have the latter.

I would never have slayed Duplante that way if not for her influence. Not that she asked me to do it, or that she had any idea it was in the cards, but something in her eyes when she saw me with the sword, an intense approval, made his fate inevitable.

She liked seeing me violent.

She liked seeing me merciless.

She liked seeing me kill.

Many of the men in the pack have told me how finding their mate made them better. I am almost certain Beatrix makes me worse.

I relish it deeply.

Probably shouldn’t.

For too long I have been polite, controlled, passive at times. I have allowed life to flow by. I have let the pack do as they will, trusting in the forces of habit and propriety to manage their behavior.

I see now that life as I desire it to be requires more aggression, more forcefulness. The willingness to do what must be done.

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“So,” Marcel says in the early light of morning as I attempt to get my affairs in order while being able to think of nothing besides my mate. “Killed a man last night, did you?”

“He was asking for it.”

“I’d say he was. He’s been sitting on one of our largest estates for years and funneling the profits into private accounts. I was going to talk to you about it, but you were knee deep in your new mate.”

“Knee deep?”

“I didn’t want to mention the actual body part,Maître, at the risk of being disrespectful and losing my head.” He smiles to let me know he is joking about the last part.

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