23

Aspen

I wanted it noted on my death certificate that I died by perfect dick. Every… freaking… inch was breaking me in half. I was impaled, filled to the brim, until Ranger lifted my hips like I was weightless and slid me back down on him again.

Thankfully he still had control, because I couldn't make myself move. It was so big. So wide. I was so full it burned. So, so good.

"Look how gorgeous you are taking my cock." He was half feral as he growled. I didn't know how he had the executive function to talk. I could barely make incoherent sounds. My whole body was a live wire of need and sensation. I wanted this. Goddess help me. I wanted it deeper and faster.

He delivered.

"Going to ruin you for everyone else." Ranger thrust as he slid me back down onto him again and again and again. "Gonna make you mine."

If I could speak, I'd tell him I already was. The tenderness and restraint he treated me with despite the raging masculine strength I could feel within him. This was the stuff of fairy tales.

No. This is Alpha male.

Rough yet sweet. Powerful and kind. The strength of a beast tempered with the heart of a real man. This ran deep. If I hadn't fallen before, I came down hard on his next thrust.

The stretching, burning, soul-deep pleasure was taking me to new heights. The moon and stars above bore witness to me slowly unraveling as I clung to Ranger's arms while a stronger orgasm built within.

"Ranger, I…" I tried to tell him I was falling in love with him. Tried to find words to describe this delirious pain and pleasure.

"That's not loud enough." He growled, increasing his pace as he slammed into me. "Tell me you're mine."

"I'm yours!" I managed to scream as my claws dug into his back and I gathered enough strength to meet his next thrust. It was too much.

I crashed into him.

Tears burned my eyes and dripped down my cheeks as my muscles clenched and released–such a luxurious release–and my body floated back down.

"There she is. My perfect mate." Ranger purred as he reached between us, massaging my clit as he thrust into me once more.

Hot liquid filled me.

I braced myself, nervous for what was to come, but ready to take it all. I opened my legs wider, trying to relax as his knot began to swell.

"No." He slid me off him, wrapping my legs around his hips as my hands rested on his shoulders. "You're not ready to take that yet."

There was a hollow ache in my core and my beast whined in confusion as his knot swelled under my ass and his seed leaked from between my legs.

Ranger took a steadying breath and turned his face up to mine. "Kiss me."

I couldn't deny him that.

My lips crashed into his hungrily. I was moving on instinct, driven by an intelligence I hadn't learned from a textbook. My body was made for his. Our lips and tongues danced, making a promise and tasting each other like it was the first time they'd ever touched.

I was still floating on the comedown, wrapped in his arms with my whole world caught up in his lips when the sharp sound of clapping surrounded us.

I cried out in shock and tried to push back. Ranger didn't let me scramble away. He wore the easy look of someone expecting this, kissing the tip of my nose before helping me to my feet.

I stumbled a little, still sore and drunk on our lovemaking, but Ranger's strong arms were grounding as he held me steady until I stopped swaying. He tucked a lock of wild hair behind my ears.

"Shift now and get back to your nest. I'll be there soon."

Yeah, no. I'd seen this movie.

"Not happening." I shook my head.

"Would it be too much to ask for you to be waiting there for me on your knees like a good submissive?" Ranger gave a resigned sigh.

I was wearing him down.

My thighs did clench at the image his words invoked, but I brushed off my lust real quick. "I'm not leaving you alone with them."

Them being Chad, Brett, Scott, and their posse of guards that came walking out from the forest still clapping as the camera drones followed them like an entourage.

My beast was a little hurt that none of the females were around to see Ranger coated in my scent.

Since when did we get so vindictive?

It's mating season. She shrugged.

"Why'd you stop?" Chad called out, laughing as he stroked himself. "Did Ranger ‘knot' have it in him to finish?"

"Good one." Scott chuckled.

No, it wasn't.

Ranger didn't rise to the bait, but he stepped protectively in front of me. I think it was more about me being naked than him being scared. Either way, I appreciated the gesture.

"Shouldn't you be out hunting your own females now?" I said from behind Ranger's back.

I could tell by the way his shoulders tightened that he didn't want me speaking to them, but he was smart enough not to say it out loud. This made me wonder why he was entertaining their little show when we both could've just shifted and ran away. There was something he needed.

But what?

"I am hunting." Chad came closer to us. The camera drones circled, shining their lights to illuminate the field of wildflowers and showcasing Chad's signature grin. "I was looking for you, Aspen. We never got to finish our dance."