Chapter 5

CHAPTER 5

K ira

I wake up in the middle of the night with a shout. I am covered in sweat, shaking from adrenaline, and something is holding me tight. I thrash against whatever has me, letting out little shouts of fear. I'm captive.

I thrash for freedom, trying to escape the bonds that keep me pinned in place, but they only seem to get tighter.

They're keeping me in place. They're drawing me down. They're…

"Shhh, Kira. It's okay. I'm here. I'm here…"

My eyes open in the dark. I didn't realize that they were closed. I see the face of a familiar man in front of me, but it is not until I smell him that I realize who he is. I draw in a deep breath and bring his smell in with it.

It's my mate. It's Cain.

"It's okay, shhh," he tries to comfort me.

"I'm okay," I say, verbally agreeing but physically pushing away. I feel like I might be sick. I hate this. I should have anticipated it, but I hate it.

He lets me go, thank God. Being held close when I'm freaking out does not help, especially when I'm only half awake to begin with.

"You are," he says. "You're okay."

He switches the bedside light on, which makes things instantly better. I see his handsome, strong face, his broad shoulders, his muscular torso, his… complete lack of underwear. He must have come to bed with me after I fell asleep. I am now thoroughly distracted, the nebulous terror of the dream dissipating in his presence.

"Have you had bad dreams like that before?" He reaches out and gently brushes a few strands of wild hair out of my face.

"All the time," I laugh. I want to play this off like it is nothing, because it is nothing. Nightmares happen to everyone sometimes. They happen for me a little more often, but I'm used to it. "I don't remember the last time I slept all the way through the night."

He is looking at me with concern.

"Don't worry," I try to reassure him. "It's okay."

"It is not okay," he says. "You should sleep well with me. You are my mate. You should feel safer with me than that."

"It's not about you."

I don't mean to say that snappishly, but it is late, and I guess I'm still riding the adrenaline surge that comes with waking up that way.

He gives me a harder look, and I know he is probably going to do something about me speaking to him that way. But the expression on his face softens.

"I'm going to get you some warm milk," he says.

"That sounds incredibly gross."

He pauses. "You're right," he says. "It does. What would you like?"

"A hug?" I say the words in a small voice mostly because after pulling away and being so snappy, I feel quite shy about asking for his physical affection. It's one thing to be ravaged and railed by my boss. It's something else to want him to snuggle me after a bad dream.

"Of course," he says, wrapping me up in his arms immediately. "I will always hold you when you want me to or need me to."

He pulls me down to the bed and pulls the covers up over the pair of us. He leaves the light on, which I appreciate. I snuggle into him, burying my face in his neck and breathing his scent in.

Cain strokes my hair, his big hand running down over my scalp and my back. He rubs me in slow circles, settling my nervous system much faster than I would be able to on my own.

Next thing I know, it is morning. Beautiful golden light is flowing through the blinds, casting perfectly parallel lines of cozy glow. I am alone in bed.

"Pancakes," Cain says, entering the room with a tray replete with coffee, pancakes, orange juice, croissants, and Danishes. He's still not wearing any pants. He's perfect. Absolutely fucking perfect.

"I can't believe this is happening," I say as I sit up in bed. He settles the legs of the tray over my thighs, boxing me in with a range of deliciousness. "You're being so nice to me."

"You are my mate," he says. "I'm going to do this for you every day for the rest of your life."

"Wow. Lucky me. Thank you so much," I say, digging into a Danish. My words don't really convey everything I feel at hearing him say something so deeply committed. I don't think I entirely believe him. Not that I think he's lying, but I'm sure once he really gets to know me, he'll start softening all this heavily committed talk.

"You have a lot to learn about your new identity, and your new place in the world," he says. "That's why we're going to go to the country estate where our pack traditionally lives. You need to be able to shift and run free in the countryside without risking being discovered. The pack will be gathering at the next full moon. They will be very excited to meet you."

"There's a whole pack of people like you?"

"People like us, yes."

That makes my stomach do a bit of a flip. The notion of being in front of a whole lot of ferocious wolves all looking at me and knowing I am mated to their leader feels scary. I know that I'm one of them too, but it doesn't feel real, and I know I'm never going to be frightening to anybody.

"Do I have to?"

"Do as I say? Yes," he says. "Don't worry, you will be well protected."

"Do I need to be protected from your pack?"

There's a moment of brief hesitation before he replies. "Of course not."

I narrow my eyes at him a little. "What aren't you telling me?"

"A great deal, as I haven't had the chance to tell you much of anything as yet. Too busy chasing you around the park and getting you into bed for a decent sleep."

I smile at his tone, which is indulgent. There is a lot I don't know about him, about myself, about everything. I suppose I have to trust him, because there's not really a lot of choice.

I wonder what would happen if I decided I didn't want to be his mate? I wonder what would happen if I told him I don't really like the countryside? Everybody says they love it, because it's so peaceful and nature is beautiful, yadda yadda. But most people live in cities if they get the chance. I fled to a city as quickly as I could when I got the chance.

"I've taken the liberty of having someone go to your apartment and get your things," he continues. "All your clothing and toiletries will be waiting for you at the country house."

"Oh… thank you?"

"Invasive, I know, but it was a necessary part of the preparations. I hope you will forgive me."

I smile, half-because he's charming, and half-because I never imagined someone like Cain Lupin would make any kind of an apology to me. I don't really even know what to say, so instead I eat.

By the time I'm done with breakfast, I feel an overwhelming tiredness coming over me. I let out a yawn and just barely avoid the urge to curl up under the blankets and go right back to sleep.

"Sorry," I say. "I don't know what's wrong with me."

"Nothing is wrong. Eating and sleeping is all you'll feel like doing for the better part of a week. This is why I want to take you somewhere quiet where you can rest. I also got some things for you in the meantime. As much as I enjoy you naked, I think you might sleep better in these."

"You got me pajamas?"

He holds up a finger, indicating I should wait, and leaves the room. I get the pleasure of watching his muscular back and ass as he leaves. God, he's a magnificent specimen. I am so damn lucky to have been able to sleep with him even once.

When he returns, his arms are full of several boxes in various colors with pretty ties on them. It looks like Christmas just came for me. He lowers them all onto the bed and smiles broadly, indicating I should open them.

"How many pajamas did you get?" I ask the question, astounded.

His laugh is genuine and warm. "This is just a few things."

This is more than I have ever been given in my entire life. I feel tears starting to spring to my eyes. I try to blink them away, but the harder I try to resist them, the more they want to come. Before I know it, I'm holding a pretty box and absolutely bawling my eyes out.

"Have I hurt you?" The question comes through a tight hug.

"No, of course not," I sniff. "It's just so nice. It's the nicest thing anybody has ever done for anybody ever."

"It is far from the nicest thing anybody has ever done, and it is only the first of the nice things I hope to do for you," he says, releasing me slowly. "Open them up."

I'm hesitant to open any of the packages. They are all so nicely wrapped, I feel like my touching them would ruin them.

"What's the matter?"

"I don't know which one to open," I whimper, wiping my eyes on the back of my arm. "They're all so nice."

"These are just the boxes from the store," he says. "You're not going to ruin anything by opening them."

His encouragement is sweet, and I know that if I don't start opening them, I'm going to seem weird. Well, weirder than I already seem. I pick the nearest box up and open it. There's a dressing gown inside, soft and pink and quilted and lovely. It's nicer than anything I've ever owned. I'm sure everything here is nicer than anything I've ever owned.

"Wow," I say. "Thank you."

"You're very welcome," he says, seeming quite bemused by my reactions. "I want you to be comfortable."

There are slippers too, and several different pajamas, both the dress kind, and the pretend business suit kind, with the pants and the little pajama jacket.

"Thank you so much for all of these," I say, trying very hard not to cry again. I don't want to make a scene. "These are all very nice. But you don't have to do any of this. I can take care of myself. I mean, I have pajamas. I mean…"

"I know you have some pajamas of your own," he says. "But I am going to be looking after you from now on. You are my mate. And you will be my wife."

I stare at him. "You will? I mean… I will? Don't you have to… ask for that?"

It is his turn to stare. "You're right," he says, suddenly. "I should not have blurted that out. It is a question. One I will ask, and you will answer."

This is the first time I have ever seen Cain Lupin seeming in any way awkward. I think I caught him off-guard by pointing out his little faux pas. I don't think he's had to ask anybody anything for a very long time. Maybe not even ever, really.

"You have a shower," he says. "And then you can choose one of these to put on. They're already laundered, don't worry."

"Oh… okay, sure," I say, trying not to grin too hard at the news Cain intends to propose to me. It's such an exciting thing to hear, that a billionaire wants to make me his wife. Oh, also, I'm a fucking wolf. That little fact keeps jumping in and out of my head with a sort of disturbing irregularity. I should be thinking about nothing else. But there's thoughtful gifts, and the prospect of marriage, and for some reason, the idea that I am secretly a wolf feels like the least surprising of all those things.

"Go on," he says, tapping my butt lightly. "You will need to sleep before we go."

Cain

I send Kira off to the shower, very much pleased at her reaction to the gifts. She is so satisfied with simple things. I want to spend the rest of my life spoiling her. She is the sweetest woman I have ever encountered, and she is my mate. Those two facts alone are enough to make me want to give her everything.

I shouldn't have assumed her desire to marry, though. She doesn't know about our customs, or the mate bond. I am sure she feels it, but she may not know what it means. I have encountered hundreds of female shifters in my life, and felt attraction to some of them, but nothing like what I feel for her.

I am her first wolf. Her first lover. Her only lover, too. Her mate, forever.

That is a lot to tell a woman who seems to be as sheltered and innocent as she is. There's so much to learn about her. We may have bonded deeply in the animal sense, but there is a great deal we don't yet know about each other's human lives.

There will be time for that later. For now, she needs to sleep.

My phone rings while she's still in the shower.

It's Abel and I answer, because there's a chance it's important.

"Yes?"

"How are you, brother?" There is a light chuckle on the end of the line, as if Abel finds this very amusing on some level. He wants to gossip. They say men don't do that sort of thing, but they haven't met my brother. He never met a piece of information he didn't immediately sock away.

"Good, Abel."

"Are you going to take her to the country estate today?"

"Once she's had a sleep, yes."

"Shall I set the conclave in motion?"

"Not yet, Abel. I want at least a week or two to settle with her. We need time to get to know one another."

There is a pause on the line.

"Abel…"

"I might have already set the conclave in motion," he admits. "I was excited for you, and I know that there's supposed to be a conclave as soon as possible once an alpha meets his mate. And you did tell me to take care of everything. I thought that might have been one of the things I was supposed to have taken care of. So the staff is at Denholm already, the rooms are being aired, the kitchen is setting up for a banquet tomorrow night…"

"Tomorrow night!? She's still going to be sleeping off her first shift… she's not going to be in any condition for that kind of social pressure. Call everybody and postpone it by a week."

There's another long pause.

"I can't really do that. The entire pack has mobilized."

"Unmobilize them."

"That would be very irregular. No conclave has ever been postponed. This way, you look eager to present her to the pack. If we push it back, it might look like there's doubt."

"And if she's half-asleep, exhausted, and has little to no control of her shifting, that's going to make her look like she's not alpha female material."

"She's not. She's a domestic dilute. But she is your mate. Do the same thing with her as you do with everyone and everything else. Be determined to get your own way no matter what."

If I didn't know better, or if I were the type to be suspicious, I might think that he is trying to sabotage me.

I have started pacing back and forth outside the bedroom.

"Fine. The conclave will go ahead. But I will not be following whatever schedule you set. Run everything else to do with this by me first, Abel."

"Very good. Do you want me to call you every ten minutes, or every five minutes?"

"Don't call me that much. I am going to be focusing on Kira. Leave me messages, and I will get back to them when I want to, I mean, when I can. Don't finalize anything until I approve it, understand?"

"Understood," Abel says.

I return to the bedroom and find Kira in the process of crawling into bed. Abel's shenanigans melt into insignificance as I see her sweet face turn to me with an expression that is half-pleased, and half a little concerned.

"I'm sorry," she says. "I was going to get into bed quicker, but then there was a…"

"You're okay," I reply. I know I probably walked in with a glowering expression, but that was because of Abel, not because of Kira. She is perfect. She will always be perfect. "Let's have a nap together."

She smiles. "That sounds good to me."

As I approach the bed, she watches me with hungry eyes, her expression shifting from sweet happiness to something a little more carnal. I can scent her attraction almost immediately.

But I can't fuck her right now. I don't want to push her into a second shift this quickly. It's not guaranteed that she will shift again the next time we mate, but I am not prepared to risk it.

I get into bed and find her warm and snuggly in her pink pajamas. They're adorable on her, complete with the little business pocket that has never made any sense to anybody and yet persists regardless.

I wrap her in my arms and pull her close to me, sheltering her against my body.

I feel her squirm up against me, pushing her curves against my hard lines, looking for safety. She tucks her nose into my neck and breathes deeply, taking my pheromones inside her. As she exhales, I feel her relax.

This is the beautiful side of the horror of our kind. Once we find our mates, we bond practically immediately. The bond between Kira and I will never be broken.

But that doesn't mean we don't have to do the same work that human couples have to do. And it doesn't mean I can keep her in the dark. This is a good opportunity to educate her as to her true nature while she cuddles with me.

"So you wondered why the first you knew of your wolf nature was when we slept together," I say.

"Mhm," she says. "That was so weird."

An understatement, to be sure.

"Male shifters start to experience their shifts around thirteen years of age. Females don't shift until they are first mated. We don't really know why. There are theories about it. Some say that it isn't safe for a female to be in her wolf form until she is old enough to have already mated. It prevents unfortunate matings that might occur earlier, and confusion with wild beasts."

"Well, those are disturbing thoughts."

"They are, and both of them are avoided by the fact that a female shifter must find her mate in his human form first. It means she gets to truly choose the sex, and the mate while she has a brain that is able to function above the animal level."

I feel Kira start to shiver next to me. Snuggling her against my body, I try to give her warmth and comfort.

"So I got to choose you? But it really didn't feel like we were making a choice. It felt like I had no option but to…"

"I know. It's an imperfect theory, but it does cover some of the more obvious pitfalls in mating strategy when you're talking about people who are also creatures."

"Mhm," she says, cuddling closer.

"It is not easy to make the first shifts," I say. "It is easier for males. Having it happen younger, to tissue that is still growing, means that the body adapts more easily. In your case, your body thinks it's done changing, at least, in the sense of growing. But it will adapt and adjust. The pain you feel when shifting at the moment is temporary and completely normal."

"Oh," she mumbles. "Okay."

She's far too tired to listen, adorable, precious thing.

Kira sleeps for several hours. The day is slipping by, and I know we are supposed to be somewhere very soon, but I am not going to rush her. I will happily go to the conclave late, and Abel can learn what happens when he makes plans without consulting me.

I think she is having a beast type dream, judging by the little whimpers, yelps, and gasps she's making in her sleep. I watch her rest indulgently, very much enjoying how it feels to love someone this deeply and this swiftly. I am looking forward to getting to know her.

While still half-asleep, she growls and nips at me. It's not uncommon for shifters to exhibit behaviors in their human form that cross over with their animal body, especially in the early days. This is actually a good sign, though of course it is also an impudent act I will not tolerate for too long. For now, however, I will encourage it. Because it is fucking adorable.

I feel her blunt little teeth on my arm, gnawing lightly, her tongue lapping at me in between. She is having wild impulses, and it is my job to encourage them. In so many ways she clearly has not had any time to play, to explore herself, to learn what it means to be her.

It might be time for that second shift. And this time, perhaps she'll be able to do it on her own, without a sexual prompting. It is very dangerous for one of our kind not to be able to control themselves, including the taking and shedding of forms. I had not planned on encouraging any shifting in the short term, but Abel's eagerness has rather shortened the time frames at play here, and while I do not wish to rush my mate or exhaust her potentially limited capacity, she was made to do this.

Kira

I wake up with something firm and muscular in my mouth. For a moment, I don't know what I am doing. Then I realize that it feels good to close my jaw and feel the way my teeth just slightly sink in…

"Easy," a rough voice drawls.

I open my eyes and look into Cain Lupin's flinty yet amused eyes.

"I don't want an actual wound," he says. He doesn't move his arm, though.

I look down at the place I've been biting. It is reddened, but I haven't done any real damage. Which is good, because in my dream I was doing a lot more than gumming a man's arm. I was tearing prey apart. I can still hear the screams.

It felt good to kill, in my dreams. I didn't feel sorry for what I was doing. I was following my instincts, which now feel completely wrong in the light of human consciousness.

But I still have an urge to gnaw. Chewing feels good. Seems to relax tension. And he didn't actually tell me to stop, so although it feels like a very feral sort of thing to do… I return consciously to the activity I began in my sleep.

He chuckles and moves me up his body slightly so he can kiss me.

"We are supposed to be traveling," he says. "But I don't want to get out of bed, and I don't think you should. We will go tomorrow."

I don't much care about going anywhere. I only care about the immediate pleasure of being in bed with him. His smell is intoxicating, and my body is responding with the kind of desire that got me into trouble in the first place.

I nip him again, this time on the shoulder. If I had my proper teeth, I might be drawing blood. As it is, I am just making some reddish marks.

He nuzzles me and emits a low growl. Nothing overtly aggressive, not a threat, but enough to make those delicious submissive chemicals rush through me. I feel my entire body relaxing, and some of the ache of the recent shift melting away.

Being a little bit naughty with him feels a lot good. I don't know that I am going to be able to keep my promise to behave myself when disobeying him makes me feel as though I'm made of marshmallow.

I bite again. This time it is not a nip. It is a proper chomp.

That earns me much more than a nuzzle. He flips me over, and I find myself pinned to the bed, his jaws on the back of my neck, a stern snarl running down my spine. I feel as though he and I are connected by animal resonance. I also feel as though I am in trouble.

"The audacity," he says. "You are starting to get a long way ahead of yourself, my pretty little mate."

A giggle escapes me.

He nuzzles me. Nips me lightly. Then he purrs softly as he lets me up. "Do it again."

I don't know exactly what he means, but I risk doing what he says. I try nipping at him again, and this time he does not pin me down. This time he nips back. It is playful, and it is fun.

"Follow me," he says, confusing me momentarily. I watch, somewhat confused as he rolls over on his back and slides from his human form to that of the wild wolf he inhabits so naturally.

Finding myself naked and vulnerable with a massive dangerous creature should scare me, and it does. But not in a way that makes me want to scream and run. Instead, it fills me with a kind of sexual adrenaline I can barely contain. There is a beast in me that yearns to be like him and with him, to always be by his side.

Follow me , he said. He wants me to try to take my animal form, but I don't know how to follow suit. I wish I did, but the only time it has happened, I've been locked in orgasm. I look at him hopelessly, knowing that there is no point whatsoever in asking him questions. Even if he wanted to respond, he couldn't.

"I don't know how to do that," I whimper softly.

He rises up to his feet, no easy task on a bed. His massive wolf head swings toward me. I freeze in his presence, feeling very much like prey. I know logically that I am made of the same oddness he is, but right now I feel very human, very vulnerable, and very afraid.

His mouth opens, revealing those incredible teeth of his. They gleam, long and dangerous. He could destroy me entirely in this moment. My life is in his jaws as he nuzzles me forward with his head and grips me by the back of the neck.

I gasp and squirm as I feel myself become trapped in a vice like grip of potential death. I know he is not going to end me. He loves me. In this form, and his other one. His teeth aren't penetrating my neck. They're just holding me firm.

I go limp in his grasp, submitting not only to the inevitable, but to him. He moves his head back and forth in a semblance of shaking me like captured prey, but far more gently. What he is really doing is making me feel… animal.

But it's not enough. I can't feel the transformation. I don't know how to bring it on myself, and though there is a thrill to being held like this, and to feeling how very vulnerable and yet protected I am, it's not working.

I hear and feel him snarling softly, further stimulating my lupine self. I can feel a stirring now, something akin to pleasure, but not quite enough to put me over the edge. He knows that, though. He knows it the same way he knows everything else.

He tightens his jaws another fraction. His teeth sink into the back of my neck, but instead of making me bleed, they meet with thicker skin with protective fur. I am already shifting. He is hurting me, but the pain is not causing me to suffer. It is helping me become what I truly am.

I let out a little yelp of glee as I feel myself become beast. The bed creaks and groans beneath our combined weight. In this form, I can smell him so much better. He is no longer someone I see as much as someone I experience through these other senses. He is power and strength, he is love and warmth, and he is mine.

We rub together, drawing the sides of our bodies against one another. It is a sweet, cozy thing to do. I can feel that he is proud of me. I am proud of myself. I feel fulfilled in a way I never have before. I'd forgotten how good it feels to be my wolf-self, how refreshing and invigorating it is. There is a strength in me I never knew existed. A strength I want to share. Well, exercise.

Cain nips at me lightly, inviting me to play. It is an invitation I barely need.

I leap atop him, snapping and biting, trying to take his neck. He whirls around, denying me my target. I feel the game between us, a game I have never properly played before, but which came preloaded into my being. One must always attempt to go for the throat, but if you can't get the throat, then the belly is almost as good.

He lets out a brief yelp as I snap at his underside, ending up with a thick chunk of his fur in my mouth. It is followed by a stern stare under which I flatten my ears and sink down, tail wagging in an effort to apologize.

He takes the apology and offers me an invitational play bow, snorting to show he means me no harm.

I sneeze back, shaking my head and my body, offering him a tongue-lolling grin before leaping at him once more. I am sure my clumsy gambit could easily be rebuffed, but he does me the service of dramatically rolling over and letting me happily alternately lick and gnaw at the ruff under his neck.

He nuzzles and licks me back, cleaning my muzzle and face with loving laps. I feel ever so cherished and completely cared for. It doesn't matter what form I am in, Cain knows how to give me what I need. I have spent a lifetime feeling odd and alone, but in his presence I am neither of those things anymore.

Our animal forms leave us as our desire takes over. Fucking might turn us into animals, but wanting to fuck seems to be the thing that most makes us human.

"You did so well," Cain praises me. His hair is slicked back, sweaty. His body is covered in a similar sheen. We are both covered in our animal scents. He smells like the most incredibly hot creature I've ever encountered. I want to rub myself against him, and I do, my naked curves sliding against his hard muscularity.

I want him inside me. I need him inside me. I don't have to tell him any of that, because he knows.

I wrap my legs around him and allow him to roll me over onto my back, one of his big hands fisting in my hair, gripping the back of my head tightly. He always maintains control of me, I notice. He never leaves me to my own devices. Not even for a moment. He keeps me right where he wants me, and he shows me what he wants from me.

"Such a good girl," he purrs against my lips before kissing me deeply.

My hips grind against his, the hard ridge of his cock sliding along my lips. I don't think he means to tease me, but I want him inside me so badly, I can hardly stand it. Needing Cain is like needing oxygen. I can feel my inner walls gripping at nothing. I really want him to fuck me. Mate me. I want him to fill me up and satisfy the part of me that craves him more than I have ever craved anyone.

When he slides himself inside me, it feels like I am coming home. He was made for me. I was made for him, there is no denying it.

He makes love to me with animal tenderness, tossing me around the bed into one position and then another, fucking me on my back, and then from behind. His hand grips my hair and forces my head down against the bed, his cock deep inside my upraised ass. I let him use me. He knows what he is doing, and I still feel like a timid virgin.

"I'm going to fill you up," he promises me, his voice rough with desire. "I'm going to make you take my seed inside this wet, bare pussy. I'm going to breed you nice and deep, my little mate. And you are going to take every drop of it, aren't you?"

His questions are delivered interspersed by rough thrusts, his fingers playing with my clit as he rolls us both onto our sides and makes me spread one leg up and wide, so his cock has full access to the very deepest parts of my soaking wet sex. He spanks my pussy while he is fucking me, giving me pleasure and pain at the same time, making my sensitive clit ache, and the tender skin around it sting while he continues to pound me as if he owns me—because he does.

"Fuck yes, you are such a good girl," he praises, driving deep inside me. I feel his cock pulsing as he starts to come, filling me up. We are not using protection. There is no protection from Cain Lupin. There is only my pussy being stretched and used and filled by him.

As he comes, I feel him swelling inside me. Somehow, his cock is getting bigger and bigger. I know my pussy is absolutely full of his come, but something else is happening now. I feel my cunt stretching for him in a way it feels like I almost cannot take. There's no stroking now. No in and out. There's just him deep inside me, getting bigger…

"Ow, Cain…"

"Don't be afraid," he murmurs against my ear from behind, holding me firmly so I cannot squirm too much. "That's just my knot. It stays inside you to keep my seed inside you. It will go down in a bit. Just relax. Good girl."

"Your knot?"

"It's a swelling that keeps me inside you. Nature's mechanism to ensure you don't escape your breeding and have to take it like the sweet, fuckable girl you are."

His filthy words make my clit pulse.

I am still practically spread-eagled somewhat atop him, my pussy stretched around his cock, my clit still very much at the mercy of his fingers. He starts to spank me, distracting me from the knot in my cunt.

"Who is my mate?" He growls the question as he whips my wet clit with his fingertips.

"I am," I whimper.

"And who is going to come for me with her pussy all filled up with my knot, my seed inside her empty, fertile little cunt?"

"I am," I gasp.

I didn't know it was possible to be pussy-spanked to orgasm, but the absolute mind-shattering sensation of being both punished and pleasured, used and cherished, fucked and loved at the same time pushes me over the edge before I know what is happening.

I yowl and howl, my cunt gripping his knotted cock as I do as I am told and come for him, giving him everything he wants. I thrash and I wriggle, and he rubs my clit hard the entire time, mercilessly making me orgasm over and over until I lie absolutely exhausted in his arms, far too tired and satisfied to complain about the knot in my aching pussy.