Page 82 of Knight With Benefits

“Come for me, Gwyn. Let me make you mine forever.”

A noise I’d never made before escaped, my hips rocking faster as I chased the high I knew was coming. It was unavoidable even though it was going to destroy me, and when teeth scraped over the top of my shoulder, a hot tongue laving the entire area blemished with scars, I shattered.

Searing heat spread from my shoulder as Carl bit down, my orgasm rushing through me to overwhelm the pain and morph it into some twisted pleasure that broke and repaired me in the same moment.

He released his hold on my flesh, adjusting his teeth before biting down again. The waning orgasm slammed back, full force, and if he hadn’t been holding me in place I’d have been reeling. My existence narrowed to the shaft splitting me open and the teeth rewriting the scars of my past with each new bite.

His knot ballooned, putting more pressure on my pelvic bone which trapped it in place, each ripple of my ongoing release squeezing the bulge as my body tried to force his to follow. I knew the second it finally did, a sharp jolt of pain spiking deep in my core before soothing heat followed, his seed flooding my womb along the route his baculum forced open.

Women were right to fear it. If I hadn’t been lost to my heat and strung out on the orgasms he’d wrung from me the pain would have been worse, but the blooming awareness in the center of my chest kept me from focusing on the discomfort.

It was done. Carl had claimed me, and once again I was bonded to an alpha, but this time, instead of cold indifference, I was flooded with the comfort of his love and concern.

The sobs started instantly, my fingers curling tighter in his fur as I pressed my forehead to his shoulder. He’d barely removed his teeth again, his tongue painting my flesh with the healing power of his saliva, when a worried warble that was closer to an animal sound than a person’s filtered through the rush of emotions and sensations threatening to drown me.

His concern filled my chest, and I rushed to reassure him, sniffling back the tears and lifting my head to meet his gaze when he pulled away.

“It’s okay. I’m okay. It was just… a lot.”

Massive shoulders shrank, thick fur receding as his muzzle flattened and the cute, rounded ears atop his head moved down and changed into ones like mine. He brushed my hair away from my face, a crease between his brows as he searched my expression, more and more of his feelings flooding into me through the bond.

He was mine, and he loved me. More than I would have guessed.

The thought brought tears to my eyes again, but I smiled through them, reaching up to tangle my arms behind his head and pull him closer. I needed to feel his heartbeat against me, his lips on mine, and be sure this wasn’t all just a dream.

“Thank you. Thank you.”

I whispered the words between kisses, a trace of amusement sneaking in as his worry faded from my chest. My bond with Anthony had been a weight wrapped around my heart, giving very little unless he was upset, always dragging me down, but feeling Carl inside me, in every way, was everything I’d dreamed about as a young, naïve girl.

“No one can take you from me now. You’re mine, Gwyn, and I’m yours.”

I felt his sincerity, and for a moment my world was perfect.

Until reality intruded and reminded me he was wrong.

“But they can. They can kill you. I won’t live through that again. I can’t.”

“Shh.”

He pressed his lips to mine, stroking my hair and pushing reassurance through the bond to calm my fear. I trembled in his arms, chills rolling through my limbs, and he shifted us until I laid atop his chest so he could pull a blanket over us.

“Don’t worry about that. I’ll take care of it. You’re safe, and I’m not going to lose you now that I’ve got you.”

My breathing eased and the trembling stopped, but there was still a flow of unease deep inside. I knew how determined the Purists could be when there was something they wanted. I could only hope I wasn’t valuable enough to take risks over.

“Better men than them have tried to kill me and failed, and I have the Knights behind me.”

I huffed, shaking my head before lifting it to meet his green gaze. I didn’t like the idea of him being at risk, especially because of me, but I couldn’t help the way my body responded to an alpha saying things like that to me.

“You suck at being comforting.”

His lips twitched into a smile, his cock giving a kick inside me that made me clench around his knot, forcing a moan from my throat.

“Then let me help you forget instead.”

Hands sliding from my waist to cup my breasts, he tweaked my nipples, sending a bolt of sensation straight to my abused core. My thoughts started to grow fuzzy and less immediate, a new wave of need taking over and washing away the clarity fear had brought.

“Okay.”

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