11. Luka

11

LUKA

A week passes. Then two.

We keep ourselves hidden in my cabin where we fuck, and sleep then fuck again. Showers just lead to more fucking, followed by a nap before waking up and needing each other again.

My need for Izzy only seems to grow with each passing day, as does my desire to claim her. With my beast riding me, begging me to let him out so he can do what I refuse to, I begin to worry that I'm going to be forced to claim her before she is ready. Or maybe it's me who isn't ready.

I'm looking down my heaving chest, over my sweat slicked body, to where Izzy's sharp little fangs are buried deep, right next to my straining cock. Carding my hands through her wild red hair, I wrap the silken strands through my fingers as she feeds from me. Each slight pull of her mouth bringing me closer and closer to ecstasy.

"Izzy… fuck !" I grunt when she looks up at me through her thick lashes. "I'm… I can't hold back much longer."

With a purr, she releases me and then makes a show of sealing her bite with long languid licks while keeping her eyes on me. Jesus Christ, I thought I was close before.

My cock jumps when she wraps her fingers around my shaft. She barely slides her lips over the tip when I arch up into her mouth with a roar. Lashing the back of her throat with stream after stream of hot cum. She makes a show of swallowing every drop and then licks me clean, before she slowly prowls up my body to curl herself against my side.

"Luka," she says in a deep husky voice that has my cock trying to stir back to life. Her eyes are bright and golden as she strokes my chest before curling her hand around the back of my neck. "Claim me."

She's asked me at least a dozen times since the first time I was buried balls deep in her tight ass. Each time I've told her no. When I start to refuse again, when she clamps her hand over my mouth to silence me.

"I'm not asking you," she purrs. "This time I'm asking your beast. It's time. You've punished us both. Please, claim me ."

My beast stirs at being called to her. He's been growing more sluggish the longer I hold off my claiming bite, but now he's alert and focused.

Don't you dare… I warn him.

He chuffs. You've had your chance. Our mate calls to me, now. She wants me to do our duty.

He pushes to the front, shoving me back as my body stretches to accommodate his much larger form. Izzy's eyes widen and she reaches out to stroke her fingers across our snout.

She smiles. "Hello, there."

I'm surprised when my beast doesn't take over completely and instead, lets me hover just below the surface to share the same space. I never considered that we might share our mate. That it would be our hands, claw tipped and beastly, as we push Izzy to her stomach. That we would hold onto her hips, pulling them up so that they line up with our massive cock. She whimpers under us, and it's our tongue that laps a path from the base of her neck down her back until we bury our snout between her thighs where she's warm and wet for us.

"Please—" she begs as we lap at her, tonguing her to get her ready for us. Making sure she's dripping when we pull back to notch our cock at her entrance.

Leaning over her back, we fist her hair and then use it to pull her back so that her soft little cunt stretches around us.

"Oh, oh," her breathing hitches as we force more and more of our cock into her. "Luka, wait. It's too much!"

"Too late," I growl as we ease inch after inch into her tight body. "You asked for the beast, so now you get him."

Our hips punch forward, and she howls as she takes the rest of us. All the way to our knot, where we pulse deep inside of her.

"Good girl," my beast rumbles. "Such a good little mate, taking her beast like she should."

Izzy's head is stretched back because we're still holding her hair like a pair of reigns.

"Do you still want our claiming bite?" We growl, curling our much larger body over her back. We sniff at the side of her throat and then lick a path over the spot where our bite will go.

"Yes." Izzy's voice is steady and strong, without any hint of uncertainty.

"Good girl," we groan, just before we open our jaw over her shoulder and then bite down.

She cries out when our teeth break her skin, and we growl at the sweet taste of her blood. Snarling as our saliva mingles with her essence, we fuck her from behind until the room fills with the sounds of growls and flesh slapping, whimpers and sobs. We fuck her, maybe the hardest we ever have, holding her still with our teeth. Making sure our bite is nice and deep.

Make sure everyone will see it. Everyone will know she is ours.

Yes. This voice is new. It's soft and feminine and it washes over us like a cool river.

Mate. My beast and I both say.

I wasn't expecting this side of the mate bond. Jarik told me that Mercy has never been in his head, like beast mates are. Although he can sense her, and she can sense him, his beast cannot speak to her in this way.

The feeling of completion bursts deep in our chest like a bomb. Yes. Mates. Finally.

Her happiness is like looking up at the bright sun after a season of clouds. Our connection is instant as is the completion we all feel.

My beast howls his joy as we fuck our mate. Thrusting in and out of her tight heat until she's moaning her pleasure.

Make me come, my mate. She begs as her core begins to quiver around us. Please, make me come and complete this.

Releasing our bite, we lap away the last of the blood before planting our fists on the bed on either side of her. With our muzzle still pressed to her neck, we breathe in her changing scent as we fuck her hard. Izzy screams as her fingers curl around our wrists, clinging to us when we push her over the edge. Forcing more and more of our cock inside of her until my beast's knot slips inside and locks us together.

We come together. Curling tightly around each other as wave after wave of pleasure crashes in and around us. When she's drawn out the last drops of our cum, we collapse on top of her. If we're crushing her, she doesn't complain.

Slowly my beast falls back, and I feel my body returning to me. Sated and knotted, Izzy is motionless under me, so I curl my arms around her and turn us to our sides, before following her into sleep.