Page 70 of Fat Forced Mate

"Open for me," he commands, voice rough with desire.

I comply instantly, letting my knees fall further apart as his fingers explore with increasing confidence. He watches my face intently, reading every reaction, learning what makes my breath catch and my hips rise to meet his touch. When he finds the spot that makes me cry out, he focuses there, circling with just the right pressure to make my magic flare beneath my skin.

"That's it," he murmurs approvingly as his touch grows bolder. He slides one finger inside me, his thumb maintaining that perfect pressure, and I gasp at the dual sensation. My hips rise instinctively, seeking more.

"Look at me," Nic demands, his voice carrying that edge of wolf that makes my inner thighs tremble. When I meet his gaze, I see gold flecks dancing in his irises, his control slipping as his desire mounts.

He adds a second finger, curling them inside me with deliberate precision that makes me cry out. His movements are no longer exploratory but commanding, setting a rhythm that has me clutching at his shoulders. The heel of his palm presses against me with each thrust of his fingers, creating a delicious friction that builds the pressure low in my belly.

"That's it, Luna," he growls, his free hand gripping my hip to hold me steady as I writhe beneath his touch. His touch is relentless, bringing me to the edge but not quite letting me fall.

"Please," I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders.

In one swift motion, Nic withdraws his fingers and moves over me, his weight pinning me to the mattress. I barely have time to register the loss before he's positioning himself betweenmy thighs, the hard length of him pressing against my entrance. His hands grip my wrists, pinning them beside my head as he looks down at me with an expression that's almost feral.

"My mate," he growls, and drives into me with a single powerful thrust.

I cry out, my back arching off the bed as he fills me completely. There's no gentleness now, no careful exploration. Nic sets a punishing rhythm, each thrust harder and deeper than the last. The moonlight catches the sweat on his brow, his muscles straining with each powerful movement. The bed frame creaks beneath us, the headboard hitting the wall with a steady rhythm that matches our harsh breathing.

I'm overwhelmed by sensation—the stretch and fullness as he claims me, the delicious friction as he withdraws only to thrust back in with renewed force. My magic surges in response to his dominance, crackling across my skin like lightning-seeking ground. His wolf is closer to the surface now, golden eyes blazing down at me as he maintains his iron grip on my wrists.

"I love you," he breathes, voice barely human as he shifts his angle, hitting a spot deep inside that makes stars burst behind my eyelids.

"I love you," I gasp in agreement, surrendering completely to his possession.

Nic's pace becomes even more demanding, each thrust driving me further up the bed until he wraps one arm beneath my shoulders to anchor me in place against the onslaught of his passion. His teeth find my shoulder, biting down with enough pressure to mark but not break skin—a primal claim that sends a shudder through my entire body.

He growls against my flesh, his hips snapping forward with renewed vigor. The slight pain mingles with pleasure, creating a heady cocktail that pushes me closer to the edge.

My legs wrap around his waist, ankles locking at the small of his back, changing the angle and drawing him impossibly deeper. The new position tears a guttural sound from his throat, half-groan and half-growl. His control slips further, movements becoming more erratic, more desperate. One hand releases my wrist to grip my thigh instead, fingers digging into soft flesh as he holds me open for his relentless thrusts.

The tension coils tighter with each powerful thrust, my body climbing higher toward that perfect precipice. Nic's rhythm falters slightly, his breathing harsh against my ear.

"Luna," he gasps, "I can't—"

"Don't stop," I plead, feeling the familiar tightening low in my belly. "I'm so close."

His hand slips between us, finding that sensitive bundle of nerves, and circles with perfect pressure. The dual sensation—his body driving into mine while his fingers work their magic—sends me hurtling over the edge. My back arches sharply as pleasure explodes through me, radiating outward from my core in waves that leave me trembling and gasping his name.

Nic follows immediately, his body tensing above me as he drives in one final time. His release triggers a second wave of pleasure that crashes through me, my magic exploding in a burst of white-hot energy that leaves us both breathless and spent.

As we come down, his weight settles over me, comforting rather than crushing, as our racing hearts gradually slow. I can feel the thunder of his pulse where our bodies remain joined, the slight tremors still running through his powerful frame. Nic'shead rests in the crook of my neck, his breath warm against my skin as he plants soft, reverent kisses along my collarbone.

"Are you okay?" he whispers, his voice hoarse and tender, so different from the commanding growl of moments before.

I can only nod at first, my body still humming with aftershocks of pleasure. His fingers trace lazy patterns on my shoulder, soothing now rather than inflaming. I run my hands down the sweat-slicked muscles of his back, feeling them relax beneath my touch.

"More than okay," I finally manage.

Later—much later—we lie tangled in the sheets, my head resting on Nic's chest, his heartbeat steady beneath my ear. Moonlight silvers the room, catching in the dark strands of his hair spread across the pillow. Outside, an owl calls, its voice echoing across the woods.

"What are you thinking?" Nic asks softly, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my bare shoulder.

I smile against his skin. "That I never expected to be here. Like this. With you."

"Having regrets?" There's a hint of genuine concern in his voice that makes my heart squeeze with tenderness.

"No," I assure him, propping myself up to meet his eyes. "The opposite. I'm thinking how strange life is, how the path I was so certain would lead one place brought me somewhere entirely different." I place my hand over his heart, feeling its strong, steady rhythm. "Somewhere better."

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