Page 40 of A Kiss From a Wolfman

The words are said as if in disbelief.

“Ciaryn,” I moan. “I’m close.”

His hips raise even further, and he grinds his cock into me even harder. His finger on my clit rubs me quicker until my whole body is shaking. My strength is fading, but Ciaryn guides me through it all. My muscles begin to tighten as another climax tears through me. My head falls back as I scream Ciaryn’s name.

My mate pounds me through my climax, spurring me on to another one.

“So fucking tight,” he snarls. “So perfect.”

“Ciaryn,” I say, forgetting every word but his name.

Rising quickly, he captures my mouth with a deep kiss before plucking me from his length and settling me on my hands and knees. Looking over my shoulder, I watch him spread the cheeks of my ass and run his tongue along my back entrance with a smirk. His tongue travels lower, spearing into me. I gasp, my arms nearly giving out on top of the linen sheet.

“Ciaryn, please,” I beg.

“In a minute, my greedy mate.” His teeth bite softly into my ass.

I make a noise of protest, pushing my hips back against him. I need his cock again, and he knows it.

“Now,” I demand, my need making my frustration grow.

His tongue glides up my spine, tasting my sweat and the water dripping from my wet hair. Once his lips are on my shoulder, he presses a kiss to my claiming mark, tasting it lovingly.

Then, after what feels like an eternity, I feel the head of his cock pushing into me.

“Yes,” I moan. “Fuck me.”

Ciaryn nips my shoulder, not hard enough to break the skin but enough to set my blood on fire.

“I’ll do more than just fuck you,” he growls. “My knot needs to be buried in your little cunt once more.”

My mouth opens with a moan. A delicious shiver goes through me. Ciaryn retreats only to plunge deep. His hips smack up against my ass, and I feel the ridge of his knot against my opening. Again, he retreats and plunges deep. My fingers curl into the linens as I try to keep myself upright.

Ciaryn wraps the long length of my hair around his fist and snatches it back. My head falls back as he powers into me over and over again. His cock butts up against my womb as he takes me over and over again. With each thrust, I feel his knot harden.I begin clenching down on his cock, another climax looming when I finally feel him breach me with it.

The pain is immediate, but it is also fleeting. Once he is deep inside me, I feel his knot swell and seal the two of us together. After a moment, my body is quickening again, and pleasure rolls through me. Wave after wave of climax washes over me, and I clench down on his pulsing cock.

Ciaryn’s hand drops my hair and takes hold of my hips tightly. Rolling himself, he rocks back and forth inside me, moving as much as he can with the knot tying us together. My fingers claw at the stone floor as another climax rocks through me.

“Come inside me, mate,” I say, locking eyes with him over my shoulder. “Fill me with your seed. Get me pregnant.”

The words are out before I can take them back. I had ideas of wanting to wait to start a family, but now I’m unsure if I do. Perhaps I won’t take the contraceptive herbs and instead will let nature take its course. I can’t think of anything more perfect than us having a child. The final piece in solidifying our family.

Ciaryn’s whole body tenses at my command. His claws prick the skin of my hips as he hauls himself harder against me. I come with another cry and Ciaryn follows me. My name is a harsh growl on his tongue. His seed bathes my inner walls, flooding me with torrent after torrent of hot spend. Without the knot, it’d leak out of me in a steady stream.

Instead, it’s all locked inside me, solidifying our bond and tethering our souls together.

Once his cock twitches but releases no more come, he falls panting against my back. Our hearts echo each other, pounding with intensity. His mouth leaves lazy kisses against my spine. My legs and arms tremble as little licks of pleasure still assault me.

Wrapping his strong forearms beneath me, Ciaryn lifts me still impaled on his length. We’ll be joined together like this forsome time. My eyes threaten to shut as I feel him carry us back down the dark hall. We return to our room in no time, and he settles me atop the silks and overstuffed pillows.

I sigh deeply as he drapes a heavy arm across my waist. His lips press kisses to my cheek and temple. Sleepily I turn towards him, all my energy waning, but I have enough for one final declaration. After death loomed so close today, I couldn’t feel more alive and at peace.

“I love you,” I whisper.

“I love you,” he returns.

Our bond becomes tangible with our declarations and wraps us in a fine thread of gold. Whether it is real or just my exhaustion making me see things, I hardly care. Ciaryn is mine, and I am his.

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