Page 87 of Brody
His cock throbbed inside me, each jet of his release triggering another wave of pleasure so intense it bordered on agony.My pussy milked him greedily, inner walls rippling in spasms I couldn’t control.
I felt him in my bloodstream, his essence merging with mine.His presence filled my mind, not thoughts but pure emotion flooding through the newly forged connection.Fierce joy.Desperate relief.Years of tightly leashed love suddenly set free, washing over me in a tsunami of raw feeling.
“Brody,” I sobbed, my body convulsing beneath his as another orgasm ripped through me, this one centered not in my core but in my very soul.
His husky growl vibrated against my throat, his hips still pumping as he emptied himself inside me.Through our bond, I felt the exact moment his pre-feral symptoms began dissolving.
I sensed his wolf, not as a separate entity but as an integral part of him, howling in triumph as it recognized its mate, finally claimed after an eternity of waiting.And for the first time, I willingly let my cheetah answer, her purr rumbling through my chest as she twined herself around his wolf in the metaphysical plane.
Our animals mated as our bodies did, the double claiming creating a feedback loop of pleasure that transcended physical sensation.For one breathtaking moment, I understood everything, the geometry of the COL moss, the mathematical precision of shifter bonds, the perfect balance of human and animal that defined our dual nature.
Most astonishing of all, I could feel my own cheetah responding, not with submission, but with equal claiming power.This wasn’t about dominance or surrender.This was partnership in its purest form, two predators choosing each other, stronger together than apart.
My consciousness expanded beyond the boundaries of my skin, merging with his in ways science could never explain.
“Mine.”I gasped as a second, even more powerful orgasm tore through me, not just a physical release but a spiritual one, my very soul realigning itself around this new reality.
“And you are mine,” he replied, his voice reverent as he followed me over the edge, his release pulsing deep inside me as the claiming solidified between us.
As the initial shock wave subsided, the bond settled into something quieter but no less miraculous, a bond connecting us heart to heart, mind to mind, unbreakable and eternal.
Our claim was complete, irrevocable.Whatever came next, we would face it together.
He collapsed beside me, gathering me against his chest.The bite marks on our necks were already beginning to heal.But the scars would remain, permanent, visible symbols of our bond.
“That was…” he began, his voice rough with emotion.
“Worth waiting for?”I suggested, a smile playing on my lips.
He laughed, the sound rumbling through his chest and into mine.“Worth waiting a lifetime for.”
I traced patterns on his chest, marveling at the sense of peace that had settled over me.I’d defined myself by my independence, by my ability to stand alone.I’d thought accepting the mate bond would mean surrendering that identity.
Instead, I’d found something unexpected.Something miraculous.
Completion.
“What are you thinking about?”he asked, gently trailing his fingers along my spine.
“About thresholds,” I replied honestly.“About how crossing them changes everything.”
Just like the moss at the edge of the COL, not fully submerged, not completely dry, but existing in the space between, I’d found myself in that liminal space between past and future.
“I never thought I’d have this,” he confessed, his voice soft in the darkness.“After what I did, I thought I’d lost my chance forever.”
I pressed a kiss to his chest, right over his steadily beating heart.“The universe is more forgiving than I am,” I said with a smile.“Lucky for you.”
He tightened his arms around me, and I felt him press his lips against my hair.“The luckiest,” he agreed, tracing lazy patterns along my spine.Through our newly formed bond, I could feel his contentment mingled with a building desire.“Though I believe there’s still more research to be conducted.”
I raised my head, meeting his gaze with a raised eyebrow.“Is that so?”
“Absolutely.”His smile was pure sin, a promise of pleasures yet to come.“I seem to recall you mentioning something about ‘everything.’That’s a rather extensive experimental protocol.”
Heat pooled low in my belly at his words, my body already responding to the promise in his voice.Through our bond, I felt his satisfaction at my reaction, his own arousal building in response to mine, a feedback loop of desire amplified by our connection.He gave me a quick kiss then said, “Let me take care of the condom.”Getting off the bed, he removed his condom and cleaned off with a towel.
“Now, get on your knees, mate,” he growled, his voice dropping to that bass register that vibrated directly against my clit.His hand smacked my ass with just enough force to sting, the sharp crack echoing through the room.“And present that sexy ass to me.”
The command sent molten heat straight to my core.Precome leaked from his rapidly hardening cock, the scent of his renewed arousal making my mouth water.The claiming bites on our necks throbbed in unison, still fresh and sensitive.
