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We both hissed at the burn of his sudden invasion yet welcomed the pleasure-pain it gave us. Remus didn’t pause to let me adjust to his girth and pursued his rocking motion, his speed gradually picking up. To my dismay, as soon as I started gyrating beneath him, wanting more, my man suddenly pulled out and flipped me onto my stomach.
I instantly propped myself up on all fours. The pool of lava swirling in the pit of my stomach erupted in powerful streams of liquid flames that flooded my veins. My burning anticipation was quickly sated as my mate rammed himself in with one powerful movement. A blissful growl vibrated in my throat asI began to rock back and forth, meeting him thrust for thrust. That same primal instinct resurfaced as Remus started taking me deeper and harder.
I tumbled down a vortex of bliss, each stroke of his cock, each caress of his knot against my sensitive spot, setting off electric sparks on my nerve endings. His claws pricking my skin as he firmly gripped my hips had my own claws extruding further, digging into the ground. The light breeze caressed our feverish bodies while carrying the sound of our voluptuous moans and growls.
As pleasure built towards yet another apogee, something shifted inside me. An odd pressure in the lower half of my face finally took on its full meaning when a sharp sting stabbed my gums before a pair of fangs descended. My spine appeared to expand, and my muscles tensed. But Remus’s fingers rubbing my clit just as his cock was striking my sweet spot at the perfect angle thwarted whatever phenomenon had attempted to take place.
I threw my head back and cried out as ecstasy swept me away for the third time. The sound that came out of me was a strange mix between a shout and a howl. Remus emitted a savage roar, his grip tightening painfully on my hips. At first, I thought he had also surrendered to bliss, but he continued to pump in and out of me, his movements erratic until he got his emotions under control again.
This time, as soon as I regained my own composure, the ‘phenomenon’ that had begun to manifest itself before I tumbled over the edge came back with a vengeance. My fangs ached, my skin burned, and something in my throat swelled. It felt like having some sort of glands. But my muscles also joined the fray as a surge of energy coursed through them.
I suddenly pulled away from Remus, mid-thrust. He appeared stunned when I turned around, still kneeling, andbared my fangs at him with a menacing growl. His stupor gave way to an air of pure lust that had my nipples harden painfully while more moisture trickled down my inner thighs. I lunged at him, pinning him to the ground on his back. He didn’t resist or fight back, his lips stretching into a feral smile, exposing the sharp tips of his intimidating set of double fangs.
Still driven by instinct, I rested both my palms on his broad chest, my claws pricking his skin, and I impaled myself on his cock in one swift movement. He threw his head back, his face dissolved in an air of pure bliss as he growled with pleasure. My mouth watered, and the aching sensation in my fangs went up another notch as I stared at his exposed throat.
I began to ride him with unbridled abandon. By the gods was he beautiful and all mine. The world around us ceased to exist. All that mattered was the perfect man beneath me, his hands on my hips holding me as if he feared I would disappear, his cock filling me to the brim as he thrusted upward in counterpoint to my own movements, the sound of our voices mingling in a voluptuous chant, in the infinite love that burned in his eyes locked with mine.
A tingling sensation at the back of my head nearly broke the lustful trance that had engulfed me. I almost cast it out to refocus on the intense pleasure building within me. But it persisted, needling me like a gnat buzzing in my ear. Only once I granted it my attention did a doorway I never expected opened. It wasn’t something to which I could give a physical description. It felt like a new channel of communication or level of consciousness had been established.
And then I heard his beloved voice in my mind.
“Bond with me, my Flame,”Remus said telepathically.
My eyes widened, and the aching in my fangs intensified exponentially to almost painful levels. My glands swelled evenmore. And a cool liquid dripped from the tips of my fangs. I didn’t know how to reciprocate but never got a chance to.
Before I could respond, my mate slipped his right hand between my legs and rubbed my clit with his thumb. My spine seized, and my orgasm crash into me with the violence of a tsunami. I didn’t cry out. I roared, and guided by instinct, I darted forward, burying my fangs into his neck. Through my voluptuous haze, I heard Remus roar even more savagely than I did at the same time his seed exploded inside me, filling me to the brim. Simultaneously, my own glands deflated as my essence flowed through my fangs into him.
Still flying high on the wings of ecstasy, I vaguely felt him yank my head back, removing my fangs from his neck. Then the sting of his bite in my own neck quickly faded, replaced by liquid bliss flooding my veins. It triggered another climax that left me wrecked and boneless as I collapsed onto his chest, destroyed.
“I love you, my Flame,” Remus whispered, his arms tightly wrapped around me. “Welcome back.”
Head resting on his chest, I smiled and tightened my embrace. “I love you, too, Remus. Thank you for bringing me back and for never giving up on me.”
We remained in each other’s embrace, locked together by his knot, and linked for eternity, body and soul by our bond. With Fate, the Gods, and nature as our witnesses, we were one.
Epilogue
Amara
In the week that followed my rebirth and bonding with my soulmate, Remus and I divided our time between marathon-length sessions of love making, him watching me gorge on obscene amounts of food—as my body apparently needed the fuel to finalize the changes it was undergoing—and then training my new abilities.
At first, we believed I would only have a werewolf form, which looked semi-human. To our mutual delight, we discovered that I actually also had a full wolf form. I still struggled with both of them, mostly when it came to running on all fours. My stupid brain kept wanting to keep my hind legs much too straight in that position. It had me traipsing around with my butt sticking up in the air. Remus systematically teased me by saying I only had to ask if I wanted a spanking, there was no need to flaunt my rear end like that.
He would then take off running before I could get my hands on him to give him a spanking of his own. The wretch was much too fast for me. Not only was he stronger, but he also masteredhis body in all its forms. Still, I was steadily catching up and didn’t doubt that it was only a matter of time before we were evenly matched.
However, with my still stunted shapeshifting abilities, we both believed it wiser to ride our horses all the way back to the Weaver’s house. For a reason I couldn’t explain, a sudden wave of apprehension settled over me as her gates quietly opened upon our approach. I wanted to believe it was merely the guardian imps sitting on the pillars of the gates who unnerved me. Their owlish eyes glowed yellow as they watched us enter, the weight of their stares lingering as we rode up the path to the humble hut the Weaver lived in.
We dismounted our horses—Remus rushing to my side to help me down in the most adorable display of chivalry—then walked up to the door, hand in hand. It parted before us, once more revealing the Weaver already sitting behind the table directly in front of it, clearly expecting us. A mysterious smile stretched her lips while her purple eyes sparked with either a mischievous glimmer, or a taunting one. Then again, with her, it was likely a mix of both.
I gasped when the grinding sound of chairs gliding towards her table startled me. I had expected the one to the left of the door as she had then the same thing when I first came to see her. But I had not expected the presence of the second chair hidden behind the open door, which also slid over the wooden floors to stop right across the table from her, next to the first chair.
I scrunched my face at her when her taunting smirk broadened, confirming she was enjoying messing with her guests… or at least with me. We both took our seats in front of her.
“Cute ears, Amara,” the Weaver said in an amused voice.
My cheeks immediately heated. As part of my shifting troubles, I would occasionally end up stuck with my earsremaining pointy instead of resuming their normal rounded human shape. After trying for nearly half an hour of shifting in and out of my wolf and werewolf forms and back to human in between to no avail, I finally gave up. I had hoped that my hair would cover them enough that she wouldn’t notice. But obviously, you couldn’t hide anything from Cliona Nox.
“But I’m surprised that you both came riding horses,” she continued with the same shit-eating grin.
