Page 47 of Tamed Wolf

“We can sit here and answer questions,” I tell her, “or I can make the pain rising within you go away. I can tell by the way your eyebrows are getting closer and closer together that you're hurting. It hurts me to see you in pain. Please, Lark. Let me fix it for you.”

The heat radiating off of her is threatening to incinerate the both of us if we don’t quench it and give in to its demands. And yet, I can’t do anything she doesn't ask for explicitly. I will not give her the treatment she's used to.

“Give me everything, Blake,” she finally says, looking at me with so much trust that it nearly breaks my heart. “If that knot is somehow for me…”

“If?”I nearly laugh. “See any other sexy ass wolves around here domesticating mine?”

She bites her lip at my comment, driving me even crazier. “Fine. Give me your knot, Blake.”

“Thankfuck,”I utter as I quickly lose all of my clothing.

My mouth is on hers in the next moment, sipping from her and branding her with my own heat, fighting against her and daring her to fight back.

Eventually I’m rewarded. Her ambitious creativity kicks up a notch and she tries to flip us, and if she's feeling confident to take control, then you damn well better believe I’m going to give her that power.

She holds herself just above me as if weighing the moment and making sure she really is allowed to do this, and then she throws all caution to the wind and sinks straight down on me. My whole body goes taut, my legs locking up at the incredible rush I get from her encasing me.

I punch up into her, making her throw her head back and moan, making sure she feels my inflated knot hit her opening. I'm not going to surprise her with it, she needs to know about everything. That's the only way she's ever going to feel confident with us.

She lets out a whine as she grinds herself down, trying to take me all the way in, furiously moving her hips, sweat pouring off of her.

I thought I had it good with our late mate the few times she let us touch her, the few times we tried to show her how good we could be for her, but there's no comparison. The way that Lark is scrambling onto any bit of skin she can reach on me, clawing me up as if she's trying to wear a really creepy skin suit, it’d be almost adorable if I wasn't buried to the knot in her body.

Her eyes flash open and she stares me down, her voice a low timbre as she grinds out, “Give me your knot,” in the most aggressive way I think she's capable of producing.

I'm helpless to give in, working myself up into her and pushing against her, stretching her, enjoying every damn bit of ground I gain. She’s fronting just as much effort, pushing herself down and swiveling her hips, trying to lodge me inside of her. But if she's never taken a knot before, it's going to be a little tricky.

The nerves running through my knot are going haywire, lighting up my spine and warning me that I'm about to blow my load, so I focus on the way her body looks on top of me, legs splayed wide, obscenely pulling me into it, and I give one last push before there's an audible pop and my pelvis is pressed against her at long last.

She's instantly screaming, orgasming and clamping down on me in waves, pulsing and bouncing, giving me an eyeful of her perfect breasts. Her nipples are begging for my mouth to take them into it, but I'm incapable of any sort of function other than just sitting here as she takes me now.

“Oh fuck, Blake,”she cries out, head thrashing as her orgasm goes on and on. “Stop holding back,” she demands. “Give me what I want. Fill me up, make me doughy inside.”

I try to flip us, which takes way too much fucking effort in our current states and completely tugs on our connection in the most intense way but seeing her on her back for me is worth it. “You want my cum? Is that it?” She nods furiously, wrapping her legs around my back. “Ask and you shall receive.”

I stop trying to hold anything back, and I feel my canines elongating as I produce what little bit of movement I can when I’m stuck inside her like this, my knot pulsing as she keeps squeezing me.

I know this moment is important, that it's going to be branded in my entire body, and I'm good with that. I go still as I finally release in her, flooding the condom and wishing I was flooding her instead. I don't like the condom, but I'm glad that we decided to have them because if we can get a knot for her, then that means we can get her pregnant. We're not doing anything against her will.

We both still at the same time, aftershocks running rampant through both of us the whole time.

She's staring at me and I'm staring right back, wishing I could say all the creepy possessive shit I wanna tell her.

You’re mine, and I'm never letting you go.

I want to ride your pussy every day for the rest of my life and hear you screaming out every name in my pack.

I want to make a home with you and share my son with you, because I know you’re everything we’ve ever needed and that terrifies me but I’m so fucking excited about having you in my life that it doesn’t matter.

Let’s spend an entire day in bed just staring at each other.

I see you.

Okay, those last two might produce mixed results.

I can't do anything to jeopardize what she's giving us right now, so I tone down my thoughts and hope my feral wolf mentality doesn’t go rogue and slip into my conversation with her. “How are you feeling?” Her face is flushed and sweaty, absolutely gorgeous.

“I think... I think I'd be feeling a little better if we didn't need the condoms but thank you for having the forethought to use them. I know we didn't talk about that…”

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