32. Chapter Thirty-Two

Chapter Thirty-Two

N atalie

Is my desperation because this male already knows how to give my body more bliss than it's ever experienced? Or is it that I know I'll be taking his knot soon? I guess it doesn't matter. In fact, nothing matters other than getting him naked and having him fill me.

"Naked. Please." Although I'm spent and barely have the energy to move, I punctuate my remark with grabby little hand movements, as though the gesture will magically make him move faster.

"This big, bad wolven is going to fill you up, my love. Don't worry."

I'm lying on the bed, barely able to move as I watch him stalk from one end of the bed to the other as he yanks off his polo and shimmies out of his jeans, kicking them across the room as the big finale.

His body is perfect. His chest and thighs are thickly muscled. And his face. So handsome. But better than all of that is the way he's looking at me like I hung the sun and the moon and the stars above .

I can't force myself to keep my gaze from the main attraction, though. Right now, my focus narrows to the male staff that is thick and hard and pointing directly at me, bobbing as he paces, more feline than canine right now. And the luminous bead at his slit? Chef's kiss.

"I guess I don't need to ask if you're ready, love. You couldn't look more love-drunk if you tried, sur'nam ."

Before I can blink, he's on his knees at the foot of the bed, his hands on my ankles, pulling them apart as he wends his way up my legs, one kiss at a time. After a sweet little kiss on my clit, he positions his cock at my entrance.

"Don't worry, love. I'll make you come a few times, get you slick and feeling good. You'll be ready to take my knot."

His cock alone was almost more than I could handle, I imagine the knot is going to hurt. Somehow, though, I'm not worrying about it.

When he breaches my entrance, we moan in unison. I love this moment as two become one. He eases in, one thrust at a time. It's slow enough, gentle enough that he's in to the base of the knot without a moment of pain.

"So hot." He thrusts, hissing through his teeth, the unmistakable sound of bliss. "So wet, sur'nam ."

I settle my hands on those masculine divots on each side of his ass. God must have put them there just for me to hold on to.

"Like a satin glove." His voice is a combination of breath and gravel.

With each statement, he thrusts all the way in and pulls out entirely. Each entry is like another bit of heaven.

After leaning to kiss my lips, something clicks into place, as though all his inhibitions and perhaps his ability to speak in sentences disappear. He slides into his feral, wolven nature as his tempo quickens .

He pistons into me, faster, harder, as he ramps us both higher. "Fucks," and grunts, and growls of pleasure ricochet off the walls as he pounds into me. Instead of scaring me, it makes me want more.

His ferocity calls to some animal part deep inside of me. I scratch his back, lean up to bite his collarbone, his shoulder—even through his pelt. My head is thrashing as I strain to feel… more. I want him harder, faster. I want him to own me, but I can't say any of this. My brain can only focus on one thing—coming.

He's slamming into me now, grinding my clit with every forward thrust, forcing me closer to the edge until my breath stutters and my orgasm rips through me like a tornado.

I scream with pleasure, wild and fearless as my muscles ripple around him, the orgasm intensifies as I clench his fat cock.

And then his mouth is at my ear as he asks, "Now?" and I nod.

He presses harder and I feel that thick knot of muscle trying to tunnel inside me. I'm committed. No turning back. I might as well enjoy the ride. It's some magical combination of pleasure and pain that builds, heightens, until, with one final, monumental thrust, he's all the way inside me.

He growls and yips, his flesh vibrating in what must be some wolven brand of ecstasy. Then he's pulsing inside me, bathing me with his hot jets of cum.

Suddenly, I feel his knot swell impossibly more, locking us together, the pressure sending me soaring even higher than before.

Mei grrahla. Mei Rrohgren. Ull mai alla Ahgrrahl. I love you, Tally."

All at once it's too much and not enough and I remember the bite .

"Bite me, wolven. I want to be your mate in all ways." I put as much steel as I can into my words so he doesn't ask again—not now.

He settles his teeth on my left shoulder, just the four tips of his fangs pressing into my delicate flesh. A pause, an unspoken question.

My "yes!" is barely out of my mouth when he pierces into me. It's a burning pain, surprising even though I knew it was coming. And then the pain flashes into pleasure and the most powerful orgasm of my life hits me like a train wreck.

Did the bite turn me into a wolven? Because I'm howling now with so much bliss it needs to escape somehow, so it rushes out of my mouth.

His knot is at my entrance as my inner muscles clench and spasm around it. He releases his teeth and laps at the punctures, crooning as I spiral back to Earth.

The pain is a memory, perhaps his saliva is soothing the wound.

"You okay, sur'nam ?"

I want to answer in an eloquent sonnet, but the best I can do right now is to say, "Good."

He turns us on our sides, still connected, as he murmurs more words in Wolven. Over and over, he babbles the sweetest syllables as he combs my hair with his claws and nuzzles my neck.

Over the past few days, he's looked at me with so much affection, said words filled with love, but it's never been like this before. How would I describe it? Infatuated? Lovestruck? Besotted? The words don't matter. All I know is that I'm the luckiest woman on Earth to have a male look at me with so much love. I hope he sees the same amount of affection beaming from my eyes.

"You are my soulbound, my beloved. A wolven's knot swells and locks only for his soulbound. A wolven can mate and have pups without locking but when we find our soulbound, that's the ultimate dream of every wolven, male and female."

"So, we're mated?" I nuzzle his nose with mine, then steal a kiss for good measure.

"In my eyes, yes. And in my heart. If you want a wedding, we can do that."

"I don't need another ceremony. I think we just had it." I clench around his cock to make sure he gets my drift. "But I'd like a party. I imagine your Wolven Warriors would be happy to attend. And my friends." I don't mention my dad. If I were stupid enough to invite him, all I would do is pray he won't accept.

"We cleaned up the main floor in anticipation of your arrival. Now that we're spic and span, let's have it here at HQ."

We hash out some details of food and drink as we remain connected.

"I love being knotted." I kiss the hollow of his throat. "We get to lie here longer. Bask in the afterglow."

"Get used to it, love. We've got a lifetime together, sur'nam ."

"You're the best thing that ever happened to me, wolven."

A moment ago I was excited and full of energy, but suddenly I realize how tired I am. After tucking myself even closer and burrowing into his warm embrace, I fall asleep as I count my blessings.