Page 42 of Alien Huntsman

“More,” she demanded, her back arching. “Please.”

Her words sent him into a frenzy. His hips surged forward, her tightness and wetness driving him wild. She cried out, her fingernails scoring his shoulders, her legs tightening around him.

“Mine,” he snarled, the primal sound tearing from his throat. “Mine.”

Her head thrashed on the pillow, her curls spilling across the blankets. “Yes.”

He could feel her approaching her peak, the scent of her arousal driving him on. She was his. She was finally his. He needed her pleasure almost as much as his own.

His hips thrust harder, his cock surging into her again and again. Her cries grew louder, her body meeting his every stroke.

When her inner walls began to flutter, his thrusts became more erratic, his own climax approaching. His fangs emerged, his beast snarling with the need to claim her properly.

“Korrin,” she whimpered, her fingers gripping his shoulders tightly.

“Look at me,” he demanded, and her eyes fluttered open.

Their gazes locked, and his climax roared over him, his seed erupting in long helpless pulses as his knot expanded, locking them together. She cried out again, her body gripping him so tightly that he could barely breathe.

It felt like hours passed before his release finally ebbed. He collapsed onto the bed beside her, pulling her into his arms. She burrowed into him, her breathing still uneven, her body trembling.

He stroked her hair, murmuring reassurances, his heart swelling with emotions he’d never experienced before. She belonged to him now, bound to him irrevocably. And he’d finally found a place where he could belong, too.

He had no idea how long they lay there, tangled together, his fingers stroking her soft skin. When his knot finally receded, she shifted, her lips curving into a small smile.

“That was… wow.”

“Yeah.” He grinned. “Wow.”

She laughed, a sound of pure happiness, and he tightened his grip, unable to resist the temptation of her mouth. He kissed her slowly, thoroughly, savoring the sweetness of her taste.

He didn’t know how long they stayed like that, but when the sun began to dip below the horizon, he reluctantly broke the kiss.

“We should get some food,” he murmured. “You’ll need your strength.”

She raised an eyebrow. “My strength?”

“For the next time. And the time after that.”

She shivered, her body pressing closer, and his cock hardened, ready for another round.

“Hmm. Is that so?”

He nodded, his eyes traveling lower, to the smooth expanse of her neck and shoulders. To the soft curve where her neck met her shoulder. His beast clawed at his consciousness, demanding he sink his teeth into the unmarked flesh.

Mark her. Claim her.

He groaned, burying his face against her neck, inhaling her intoxicating scent. His lips brushed over her pulse point, feeling the rapid flutter beneath her skin. It would be so easy. One swift movement and she would be his forever.

But he pulled back.

No matter how right it felt, no matter how desperately his beast howled for completion, he couldn’t do it. Not yet. Not until she understood exactly what it meant.

A mating bite wasn’t just a passionate gesture—it was permanent, irreversible. It would bind them together for life, changing her in ways she couldn’t possibly comprehend. She deserved to make that choice with full knowledge of what she was agreeing to, not in the heat of passion.

But for now, she was warm and willing in his arms and that was enough.

CHAPTER 17

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