Page 72 of Fate Unchained

He had her trapped in place in the most primal of ways. She moaned and quivered. A low growl filled the room, vibrating through her. Heightening her need.

His fingertip circled, and her hips bucked on their own. She was already so close, but his finger slowed, keeping her from climaxing. His growl became silkier, and arousal punched through her. Her body coiled, and her muscles shook as she tried to stand while Kyril teased her to the edge.

He released his hold, and his mouth trailed up her neck. “You can come now, lalee.” And he bit her under her ear. At the same time, his finger circled faster, in exactly the way she loved.

She cried out, and her release slammed through her. If he hadn’t been holding her to his chest, she would have tumbled off the bench.

“Kyril.” She could barely breathe, trying to push all her desire, and the potent feeling that had stalked her for weeks into that one word. One she didn’t dare name.

He picked her up, his big hands gentle against her waist, and stepped onto the bench. His head brushed the ceiling, and he ducked, then bent forward and laid her on top of the coverlet. Following her down, he stretched on top of her. His arousal lay thick on her thigh as he settled between her legs. Under her hands, his skin rippled. Dark vulk fur replaced his smooth, hairless chest.

Good. She wanted his vulk form tonight. While his cock was the same in both forms, he was wilder as a vulk. And that was exactly what she needed.

She ran her hands up his back with its smattering of silky hair covering hard, flexed muscles. He nibbled under her ear, then dropped down to her breasts. He sucked at one tip, and in his vulk form, the way he sucked was harsher. More intense.

She writhed and moaned. Digging her nails into his back, she whispered, “Let go, Kyril. You don’t need to keep yourself under control.”

He froze, then slowly lifted his head. His dark eyes seemed to glow in the moonlight. “That’s probably not a good idea.” But the black of his eyes was already expanding, pushing into the white. She’d seen his pupils dilate, but his eyes had never gone solid black.

She reached up and cupped his face. “Just stay facing me. Please.” She lifted her head, rubbed her cheek against his, then bit his neck in the spot where he always bit hers.

Kyril swore, and his claws came out, digging into the bed. He growled, and it was a claiming, possessive sound. Her skin broke out in goosebumps. It was like hearing the call of the wild itself.

He pushed her legs open and covered her body fully with his. His mouth landed at her neck again, and he bit gently, keeping her in place. He shifted between her legs. One hand landed at her waist, pinning her, and his cock nudged at her entrance, seeking the right angle.

The tip eased inside her, and with a growl before he thrust hard.

All of him shoved inside her in one claiming stroke. She cried out, and her fingernails bit deep. His claws bit into the bed, and he withdrew, then lunged again. His hips snapped. His mouth left her neck as he shifted farther over her and plunged again and again.

He rolled, moving onto his back to have her straddle him. His eyes were fully black, his gaze absolutely feral. He grabbed her waist and moved her up and down, dragging her along his thick length.

She tilted her hips and, when she sank all the way down, rolled them, rubbing along the lower part of his shaft. The part that swelled when he knotted.

He went wild.

His hips shot up, seeking to get deeper inside her. He growled again. Rough. Almost a snarl. He moved her faster, and she matched him, nudging her hips every time he was all the way inside her, rubbing him, rubbing herself exactly the way she needed.

She wasn’t sure if she drove him faster or if he set the pace, but sweat slicked her skin, and her breasts bounced as she chased closer and closer to another release. Her hands landed on his chest, and her nails bit deep. She bucked her hips, and Kyril groaned. She bucked harder.

She exploded, tightening around him fiercely as she came apart.

He flipped her onto her back and took over, slamming deeper and deeper as she cried out. She kept rolling in her release, and his strokes became frenzied. Hard and short. He swelled, tilted her hips, and jerked one final time. His knot pushed inside and slid into place.

Again she fell apart, saying his name over and over.

Kyril shuddered, bathing her with the warmth of his seed. He purred raggedly, his chest heaving. His hips still nudged small, short pulses, and he released again almost immediately. Over and over. Filling her far more than he ever had before.

She wrapped her arms around him and held on.

It lasted a long time. Hours maybe, but she had no idea and didn’t care. He was both fierce in his need and gentle. Holding her. Kissing her in his vulk way—tiny licks and nuzzles at her neck.

When they finally calmed, he rolled slightly to his side and held her close, nestling her head on his chest. She kissed him and stroked up his neck and over his ears, knowing how sensitive they were in vulk form and how much he loved it when she played with them.

His heart beat slow and steady under her ear. She was supposed to be able to choose if she wanted to entwine their lives together forever. To have this vulk forever. Instead, if they beat Boris tomorrow, Kyril would leave Coromesto and wouldn’t return.

She inhaled sharply. Kyril said what he meant—it was one of the things she loved about him—and he’d said he wouldn’t take a mate. That he believed in the old ways of the vulk.

It was better she didn’t have the choice after all, then she wouldn’t drop her guard and choose him, because Kyril would say no, and she couldn’t handle that. Even the thought right now made something crack inside her. She wouldn’t be able to survive it.

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