21. Epilogue

Full moon night

Aziel

I can barely catch my breath with how much lust is controlling me right now. Anwyll has the same silver chains binding my wrists that were on me when I was sick.

"You don't have a lot of time," he informs, checking the moon in the sky. He rolls his head over his shoulders snarling. "And neither do I. It's a good thing we will be on opposite ends of the property. Hundreds of acres. We shouldn't cross paths. Everyone is safe and locked away in the house as promised. Except for our mates. They are in the woods. Everyone has been told to leave us alone."

Like I'd fucking care if anyone got in my way. I'd just kill them to get to Louie. It's what I've always done and I'll continue to do it.

With every breath, a low menacing growl escapes.

"I know what you're feeling. It does get easier as time goes on with every full moon but every time, I feel like I'm about to burst out of my skin."

I launch myself at Anwyll, the chains stopping me from attacking him. My brother doesn't flinch.

"I'll let that slide because I know what you're going through but come at me again with that, and we will fight."

I roar at him as loud as I can which only causes him to retaliate.

"I just want to let you two know, I find this fascinating and will be watching for as long as I can!" Luca shouts from the cracked window upstairs.

Anwyll and I look up, both of us changing into our beasts as the moonlight hits our skin. We sneer and howl at Luca, warning him that if he comes out of that house, he is dead.

He pops a piece of popcorn in his mouth. "Don't worry. I'll be right here where you can't reach me. The house has been werewolf-proofed."

Someone comes up from behind him, Greyson I think, and slaps him on the back of the head. The curtains get shut, finally giving us our privacy.

Anwyll gives me one last look before dashing away on all fours, sprinting south. I only have a few minutes left of clarity before I'm lost to the moon. Anwyll isn't chained because he has gone through a few full moons. He is more in control, but this is my first time hunting my mate, and God, I fucking want her.

I fall to my hands and knees, the rut hitting me full force, and I whip my head up, zeroing in on the woods to the north. My cock is already hard and hanging between my legs. Precome drips under me, creating a pool of want.

It's too bad my mate isn't here. I'd shove her face in the dirt and force her to drink it. The power as the moonlight falls on me fuels my beast and my humanity vanishes as the moon orders me to hunt what's mine.

Standing on my hind legs, I spread my arms to open my chest, and throw my head back, releasing a crazed howl so Louie can hear how her time running is about to come to an end.

The windows to the house shake, the leaves on the tree fall around me, and the silver burns into my skin to keep me in place.

Nothing could keep me in place. Louie is mine. I deserved to hunt her years ago and I swear, I won't stop knotting her until I know for a fact I can smell my child in her womb.

Saliva drips from the thought. My cock jerks from the memory of experiencing her tight cunt pulsing around me. I leap forward, desire strengthening me so much that I break the silver chains that no longer have a home on my body.

I howl again, following her scent. It's so much stronger now that she's in heat. Her body aches for the chase just as much as I need the hunt.

I dash through the pumpkin patch, ripping a pumpkin from the vine with my mouth. I smash it with one clamp of my jaws before spitting it out. Every time my front right paw lands on the ground, I crush a pumpkin under me.

Breaking through the trees, I gain more ground as I speed up. I use a tree trunk to leap from, using my momentum to bound from tree to tree until one breaks. I follow it down to the ground, the rumble of the earth vibrating from the fall.

Her scent is heavier.

I bury my nose into the ground, my tongue flicking out to gather her slick from the ground. I moan, reaching down to stroke my cock.

"I can't wait to bury my face in your cunt and swallow your slick to sate my thirst," I shout, knowing she's close and can hear me. "You better hope you're ready for my knot. You're going to be ruined, Louie. You hear me? I know you do. I'm going to hold you down, break those fucking bones so you can't move, and I'm going to take—" I break a branch from the tree "—And take." I snap another. "—And take. Until you're begging me to stop. You'll cry. And all I'm going to do is lick your tears away while I split you open with my knot."

I come to another tree with her slick wiped on it, laughing at her attempt to confuse me.

"Your games won't work on me. You can't trick me. This isn't Purgatory anymore, My Light." I scan the forest, the trees full and thick creating canopies Louie can hide in.

Closing my eyes, I inhale again, her heat seeping into my system and heading straight for my cock. If I don't fuck her soon, I will go mad again.

I'm crazed for Louie. I always have been, and I always will be.

"You always have me on the brink of absolute insanity," I shout at her, wherever she is. "Mmm," I moan, fisting my cock. "You're my madness. You're my fucking craze."

A strong wave of her heat hits my nose. "Oh, you like this?" I change my stance, using both hands to fuck my cock. "You wish it was you, don't you? It will be. Don't worry. I'll catch you and give us what we both want." Just as I'm about to come, I stop, wanting every fucking drop for my mate.

Why would I waste my come when her womb needs to be filled by it?

I hear a twig snap in the distance. Snapping my head to the right, I sniff the air, grinning the best I can in this form before falling to all fours, and sprinting to her.

I'm carried to her aroma, the sweet scent of her heat and fertility has me almost panting by the time I come to a stop. We're so far in the forest, I hope we never find our way out.

I'll take her so hard, fucking her so relentlessly into the ground, that we will surpass the dirt that makes earth and we will find ourselves back in Purgatory.

I sniff the tree, following the line of slick to another spot, this time a random plant. Sneering, I rip the green leafy plant from the roots and toss it, roaring in anger.

I'm losing my patience.

She's surrounded this area with her slick and now I can't tell which direction she is in. Rage sets in. My eyes turn red, proving just how far gone I am.

A branch up above shakes and before I can check to see what's going on, Louie has her legs wrapped around my neck. I bellow, clawing at her legs to get her off me, but my mate is a vampire, and she's using her strength against me.

Pain bursts through my sides, and when I look down, a dagger is sticking out of my side on the left and right.

"You thought I was going to make it easy? You thought you were going to hunt me?" She laughs in my ear. "I'm hunting you."

Louie leaps from my shoulders. Mid-air, I grab her ankle and slam her to the ground. I grunt when I yank the daggers from my side and toss them where she can't reach.

She grins as she backs away. Her shorts are soaked with her heat. Sweat glistens on her skin. Her nipples are tight under her white cropped shirt. I can see the hard beads beneath the thin material taunting me.

Louie turns over and tries to use the ground as leverage to launch herself into a sprint, but I catch her again. Snarling, I claw her clothes off, sneering and salivating as more of her skin becomes visible.

She's almost naked. Her shirt is in pieces, hanging off her shoulders in shreds. Her shorts are gone, nothing but wasted cloth on the forest floor. Her cunt shines with how much she is aching for me. Her thighs are wet, and I know once I drive my long, thick cock inside her, she will be so welcoming.

"You think you could hunt me?" I lift her off the ground by grabbing her plump cheeks. "You could never," I snarl, licking my tongue up the lips of her pretty little cunt. "Mmm." I gather her slick, drinking it down as if it is water and I'm a werewolf dying of thirst. "You're all mine, Louie." I drive my tongue into her entrance, igniting a passionate cry.

While I feast, she tugs and twists her nipples. Her eyes are shut, completely lost in pleasure. My claw flicks her clit and with that much ease, my mate is orgasming, squirting more slick down my throat.

I growl, wanting more.

She gasps, her chest glistening with beaded sweat, and then she shoves my chest with her foot causing me to fly backwards until I hit a tree. My mate blurs away, and I'm left with nothing but the taste of her on my tongue.

Elouise

I knew challenging him during the hunt would be bad but I couldn't help myself. I can't make this easy for him. So when I had the idea to stab him with my daggers, I couldn't resist.

Now I have to reap the consequences of my actions because there is a livid werewolf behind me. I have two voices in my head. One is telling me to run as far as I can. The other is telling me to stop and present myself to him, have him fuck me like I know I want him to.

I pass one of my daggers and pick it up, losing half a second, and Aziel becomes closer. I swear, he runs faster when he is in a rut. I dare to look over my shoulder. I can see the spit dripping from his mouth, the ferality in his eyes, and I can scent the blood from his wounds.

He's running as if the daggers didn't even nick him.

Aziel growls, his claws sweeping at my feet. I jump, yelping, picking up the pace when I feel the heat of his breath on my back.

I'm not quick enough and I'm not sure any paranormal could beat a werewolf on a hunt for his mate.

He pounces, locking his jaw around my shoulder while pinning me to the ground. Those sharp teeth sink into me while his claws grind across my back from shoulder to hip, marking me like the wild beast he is.

Aziel explained to me that naturally, they slip into their hybrid form when they finally catch their mates, but I told him I didn't want that.

I wanted him in the form that protected me in Purgatory.

Snarling, he keeps the lock on my shoulder while he pries my legs apart. Without giving me a warning, he presses against my entrance and drives in.

"Aziel! Fuck. Oh God, you're too big in this form. I can't take it."

He ignores me, sneering, blood dripping from where he has his jaw clamped on me. My beast slides out, leaving nothing but the wide tip inside me before slamming into me.

He fucks me without mercy, without a care in the world other than needing to claim me.

"You're mine." He licks the wound on my shoulder, cleaning the blood off. "You're all mine."

"I thought I could take it. I can't. It's too much. I'm going to die, Aziel. You're splitting me in two." I claw at the ground to try and get away from him, something he warned me about was that it didn't matter what I had to say, he wouldn't be able to stop.

I don't want him to but I do at the same time. I'm wound so tight. I feel like I'm about to explode from my skin if he keeps going.

"Good. More of you to fuck." He slaps my ass, pulls out of me, and flips me onto my back, then in one smooth thrust, he's inside me again.

He's so large, so thick, my stomach bulges from his intrusion. My Beloved spreads my legs, watching his massive shaft somehow glide in and out of me.

"This cunt belongs to me. Doesn't it? You'll be all stretched and ready for my cock whenever I want to claim your pussy." His giant werewolf hand wraps around my throat. His lethal nails dig into me, breaking the skin, and more blood drips out of me.

I moan from the pleasure of being used, being filled too much. I feel the stretch of my pussy, the hint of pain that warns me I might tear.

I'll heal.

"Nothing but a whore for my cock. You've always wanted me in this form and now you get to have me. You can't run away this time. You're my prey." He plants his hind legs firmer against the ground, his free hand raking down my side to grip my hip as he gets closer to my womb.

A tear leaks from my left eye from the intensity. Aziel is there, licking it clean before it has a chance to dry on my cheek.

"Like I said before," he thunders, tightening the grip on my throat. "Your tears are mine." He slams inside me. "Your cunt is mine." He thrusts. "Your body. Your fucking soul. Goddamn it, Louie!" He fucks me so hard, I slide against the ground and off his cock.

He drops to all fours, tilting his head as if he is waiting for me to run. I don't think I can. My thighs tremble. My clit is throbbing, and I cry out as an unexpected orgasm quakes my body from head to toe.

I can't breathe. There's no use. I can't go anywhere. I'm trapped with a beast who is three times my size. His cock dribbles with come onto the forest floor and with every step he takes to get closer to me, the more my insides turn to molten lava.

Wrapping his hand around my throat, he slams me against a nearby tree, keeping me high off the ground. His other hand works its way up my inner thigh, his fingers grazing my pussy before slipping inside, claw and all.

I moan, looking down to see blood trickling down his palm. My gaze locks onto where my name is scarred onto his chest. Knowing my brand is on him, my stamp of ownership, my own claim has another orgasm building in my system.

"You're going to come, again? Like this? Being thrown against a tree and claw fucked? You're my dirty, pain-addicted slut. Tell me."

I shake my head. I don't think I could manage to say a word right now.

"Tell me you're my dirty, pain-addicted slut. Tell me you're a werewolf whore. Tell me…" He drives his finger in deeper, his claw tearing my insides, and I love it. I gasp, doing my best to rock against his hand. Blood is a river flowing down his forearm. "Tell me what I fucking want, and I'll let you come before I throw you on this floor, break your fucking back until you can't feel your legs, and knot you until I split you open."

I moan at the thought of him tearing me to pieces and the orgasm is waiting on the edge, just waiting for My Beloved to show me mercy.

"Please," I beg him. "Please."

"I don't give a fuck about your pleas."

I know he means it. I see it in his eyes. He always had the kind of eyes that I could see right through into his soul. Right now, there's nothing there but the overwhelming urge to stamp his claim all over me.

"I'm your werewolf whore." His nostrils flare and the pace increases as he finger fucks me. "I'm your dirty, pain-addicted slut."

The classic, deep, dark, eerie growl a werewolf creates leaves him and the power of the alpha he keeps on a tight leash has shivers blasting across my body. I tremble as if it is below zero.

"Oh—" he exhales, his shoulders relaxing. "I do love it when you tell me what I want to hear, My Light." His thumb presses against my clit and that's enough to send me tumbling over the edge, pulsating on his finger and claw, wishing it was his cock I was gripping instead.

Keeping me pinned to the tree by my throat, he pulls his finger out, brings it to his mouth, sucking the blood and come off it.

"You taste so good. Here." He rubs his finger through my pussy, gathering more blood. He rubs over my clit to drive me mad and traces my lips with my own blood. "Try. See why I can't ever get enough." He shoves his finger between my lips, and I tilt my head, scraping my fangs across the digit.

My body heals from the claw-fuck he just gave me. When no more blood drips from me, he tosses me to the right. I smash against the ground and roll a few feet before coming to a stop.

He marches over to me, sits me up, and positions me like I'm his doll. Grabbing my head, he tries to slip his werewolf cock into my mouth, but he won't fit. I slap his thigh, warning him, but he ignores it.

"We'll make it fit." He grabs my jaw with both hands and with a solid yank, he snaps it out of place.

I scream as loud as I can but moan when his cock slips down my throat.

"That's a good girl," he moans, slipping his cock across my tongue. "Taste yourself on me? Get it while you can."

I do taste myself. I lap the best I can with a broken jaw, the pain easy to manage since my body has been healing every second.

"I'm going to knot your throat one day." He rubs his finger across my neck. "You're going to love it too."

I agree, spit dripping from my bottom lip.

He slips out of me and my jaw immediately clicks into place, healing as if it never happened.

"Run," he orders.

Without a second thought, I do as he says and try to get away from him as fast as I can. I'm weak. I'm exhausted. I need his blood. I'm not moving as fast as usual.

Howling behind me, he attacks, shoving me to the ground again. I'm on my back and he is between my legs, slipping his cock inside again. He's all snarls and growls with every stroke, truly unrelenting, and shows no sign of stopping. His claw digs into my chest. I cry out in pleasure when he carves the A in his name.

"All marked for me," he murmurs to himself. "Everyone will see. Everyone will know you're mine."

I'm scarred across my back, on my chest, and his bite is on my shoulder. There's no mistaking I'm mated to a werewolf.

He curls over me, ramming his cock as far as it can go. "I'm going to knot you. I'm going to spread you so wide, you're going to wish for Death to come save you."

I groan, digging my nails into his back and raking them down. "Why would I wish for him when I have you?" I suck his nipple into my mouth, biting down before letting it go with a pop.

His knot begins to swell, the base of him already struggling to fit inside me.

"Won't. Fit." I have to break up my words in order to breathe. I've never felt anything like this before.

He covers my mouth with his hand, rutting me with small thrusts to push his knot inside. "I'm going to make it fit."

When I glance down, all I see is the monumental size of his knot. I squeeze my eyes shut, tears flowing free and warm out of the corners of my eyes.

His knot pops inside me, locking him in place, and my stomach is bulged. I almost look pregnant. Aziel moans, his cock jerking inside me, and the warm, tingling splash of his come has my muscles relax.

I sigh with relief, the bond snapping into place. Our souls expand from our bodies, wrap around each other, and sink back into us. Aziel snarls, clamping his teeth around my shoulder again as he spills into my womb.

Another orgasm has my throat raw as I scream his name, "Aziel!" My muscles spasm up and down his cock, milking more of his orgasm to be bred.

He licks the wound on my shoulder, giving it care when I least expect it, and lifts me up. My Beloved leans against a tree while I am on top of him. I start to slide up and down until his knot tugs at my entrance.

"I knew I'd fit," he marvels, staring at where we are connected. "You're all mine."

"I always have been." I hold my breasts, playing with my nipples as I slightly bounce on him. "Oh my God, I'm going to come again."

His chin dips to his chest as his eyes hood with hunger. "You're going to come a hundred more times with how my knot is positioned inside you. I love it. Soak up my come. I want you pregnant with my child by the time the moon sets."

I toss my head back, shouting my own howl as a wave of pleasure has stars shooting across my eyes. Reaching behind me and between his legs, I fondle his sack, rolling the soft flesh in my palms.

He groans, another large spurt of come claiming my womb. "You're mine," he growls, ramming into me harder. "You're fucking mine!"

Something shifts inside us causing us to lock eyes. A spark ignites, warming me from the inside out before disappearing. The red haze to Aziel's eyes fade, the beautiful golden hues returning to me.

He inhales, grinning from ear to ear when his hand lands on my stomach. "Already." His bottom lip trembles as he looks up from my belly to me.

The feral side of him is gone. As quick as the wind comes and goes, the moon has given My Beloved back to me early.

My hand lands on his. "How long will we be like this?"

"I don't know. I'm still my beast. It could be hours."

"Even though I'm already pregnant?"

"Even though." He wraps his arms around me, scratching my freshly healed back with his claws. It's hard to believe these were the same claws that made me bleed. "We finally have everything I have always wanted for us."

"It's a good thing we finally ran away," I say, pressing my cheek against his strong chest.

"I'll always run away with you, Louie. I don't care where. Where you go is where I want to be."

"Then, I never want to leave this very place." I poke his chest, slipping my hands up his neck. "If we do, I'll be too afraid to lose you again."

"We aren't lost souls looking for each other anymore, My Light. We're home now."

He is my home.