Page 62 of The Longing

“Will it be painful?” she asks, her body shuddering as I continue to plunder her.

“As it would be to touch the stars, but beautiful too.”

“I want it,” she breathes, her eyes closing as I thrust into her once more, circling my hips so my pizzle can feel every single shiver from her hot channel which flutters over me, soaking me, desiring me.

“Once you have my venom, there will be nothing to stop my seed from filling your womb,” I respond, as the text has taught me.

Females require choice, even when fate has thrown mates together. I’m not sure I’ve ever wanted anything more than to give my Alice a choice, a reason, a life. And she will get all of these things regardless of what the queen insists, regardless of any young she conceives.

But it is her choice.

I hope she chooses me, even if it does mean the curse comes to fruition.

“Bite me,” Alice breathes. “Bite me and mate me before I melt.”

Her little body is on fire as I gently trace my claws over the flushed skin around her shoulder. I haven’t thought much about where I want to bite, but I know I want it to be clear for every being in the Yeavering to see for time immemorial.

My fangs extend, and my pizzle throbs in her heat. The second I bite her, I am going to erupt with an emission greater than ever. But my Alice is so deliciously pliable, so needy, so ready for all of me, I don’t hesitate any longer. My venom fangs extending, I bite down into her soft flesh.

Alice arches her back, pushing herself into me, her heels digging into my tail as the venom enters her body. I hold mybite as she moves under me. I hold it to make sure I can taste her blood, mixed with the bitter taste of venom as I continue to pump both my pizzle and my venom into her.

A pizzle which grasps her entirely as my eruption follows, seemingly turning my insides into outside as every inch holds on, my balls contracting as they expel my seed.

The curse is in motion.

I cradle my sweet mate in my arms, lapping over my bite mark until the blood stops running, before taking her over to the bed and lying down with her, still embedded in her warmth.

“Fenrother.” She breathes my name, and I think it’s the best thing I’ve ever heard in my entire life. “What is all this?”

“Your heat and my rut, my mate.”

“How long does it last?”

“Until you are filled.”

ALICE

Fenrother curls around me on the bed, his cock buried deep inside with the familiar pinch telling me we’re locked together.

I don’t feel as weird, or as hot, as before, and my pelvic region hurts less, but there’s still a dull ache and a hunger which I can’t shake.

A hunger for my monster who claims I’m inheat.

Fenrother’s lips brush over mine, and my super sensitive skin means my entire body shudders. He groans as I ripple over him.

“Your heat should last a day,” Fenrother rasps. “My rut? The text wasn’t so clear.”

“Does it hurt?” I pull him hard against me, needing the touch of his silky scales, needing to have as much of him close as possible.

Fenrother chuckles. “Hurt? This is the best place I could possibly be, little mate, buried in you, biting you, breeding you.”

He slides out of me, a great rush of moisture following, and he nuzzles at my neck.

I feel the loss of his cock intensely. It’s as if he should always be inside me. I want him back more than anything.

“Please,” I whine, not caring it sounds bad. “Please mate me some more.”

Fenrother grins, and it’s a smile filled with joy and pleasure, a smile I’ve never seen on his face.

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