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She screamed again, another orgasm taking over her. My knot was aching to be inside. It was time to burrow its way in.

My mate groaned, her fingers gripping hold of my fur. It was going to be a tighter fit. I knew it was. I could smell the tinge of copper mixed with her arousal as I tried to burrow my way in.

“I know, it’s going to be tight,” I grunted.

I continued to wedge my knot inside her, and shifted her gently to make her more comfortable with one arm, while the other pulled her off the log.

The soft moss, with its vibrant green hue, grew abundantly in this once peaceful clearing. I watched it as it suddenly appeared and carpeted the forest floor, creating a welcoming and comfortable space for us to rest. As I gently laid us down on the cushiony surface, the coolness of the moss seeped through our bodies, giving comfort to our aching muscles.

She whined, letting out a cry as I settled her in front of me. With a few small thrusts, my knot lodged itself inside. I groaned, moving my hips several times before, finally, it was my turn to feel my pleasure.

“Fuck,” I groaned and pumped my hips, feeling my knot wedge in and out of her entrance.

My mate shuddered, a cry of another orgasm, and that was when I sealed it all together—with my bite.

She screamed; her arousal soaking the both of us. I don’t know where our liquids were going, but they would not come out of her.

My body let out a comforting purr, when we both felt utter and complete pleasure as the bond wove itself, tying us together. Slight tremors of pleasure fueled the both of us as we settled on the moss.

“Maybe I wasn’t ready,” she mumbled, half asleep. “Still would do it again, though.”

I chuckled and licked the bite on her shoulder. The blood was fresh, but the full bite of the bond would heal far faster than the half bite I left her earlier.

I let my hand run up and down her body, cupping her breast as I felt her breath even and her heart rate slow. My knot still throbbed, pumping more come into her body. I groaned, feeling her pussy milking me.

Was it awful that I didn’t want her to sleep? That I wanted to do it again?

As time passed, my knot softened and I slipped my cock from her body. I felt our fluids leak from her and my wolf panicked, feeling it pour onto our furred leg where we were holding her.

“Put it back,”he sneered.“Now!”

I shook my head and nuzzled against her cheek.

“We can fuck her again in a minute, just let me have this.”I took in a deep breath, taking in her scent. She smelled like me now. She was mine, and no one else could have her.

“I don’t like her out in the woods. We are vulnerable.”Fenrir snapped and took the time to listen to our surroundings.

My hand rubbed up and down our mate, feeling her body.

Will she love me in time?Will she have the same feelings I have toward her?

She had some knowledge of the Goddess, otherwise she wouldn’t have been brought to me, for me to claim her. Her grandmother made sure of that many years ago. The question was, was I too broken to be loved?

I put those thoughts away, for now. It was for another day. Now, it was time to show her what a suitable mate I could be—for her.

To sate Fenrir, I took our finger and wiped the come from my mate’s inner thigh. I shoved it back inside her and watched her body squirm. I inspected her folds. Her folds appeared swollen, puffy, and with blood-tinged on the outside of her lips.

My chest puffed with pride how well she took me, especially for a human that does not heal quickly.

Fenrir growled. “More, take her again.”

I chuckled and scooped my mate up into my arms.

We would take her more, but our mate’s pussy was tender, I would not damage and make her hurt any more than I had to. “I think fucking in human form might be better. Your cock is too large to take her like this again,” I said, and cradled her into my arms for the walk to our new home.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Locke

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