Page 19 of Runt of the Pack
“What?” I manage to breathlessly ask, my brain swimming with lust and the overwhelming sensation between my legs.
“We’re mates,” he whispers in my ear, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine. In that moment, everything clicks into place. The undeniable pull I felt towards him. The unspent longing that plagued me for months. It all makes sense now. He’s the one I have been waiting for all along—my other half.
His words send a supernova of pleasure through me as the weight of our connection finally sinks in. My climax crashes over me like a tidal wave, and I scream out in ecstasy, white-hot lightning coursing through every nerve ending as the world dissolves around us. Vlad follows suit, his entire body tensing as he finds his release inside me.
While our bodies move together in the throes of passion, Vlad’s cock twitches within me in a way that speaks of possession and ownership. The thought should be terrifying, but instead, it only stokes the flames of my desire. He’s my mate. My fated match. The one I’ve been destined for all my life. The realization is both thrilling and terrifying. But right now, all I can focus on is the delicious friction between us.
As my orgasm subsides, I feel Vlad’s knot swell inside me, locking us together. I bite my lip to muffle a moan, the sensation oddly arousing and comforting at the same time. He collapses onto me, his chest heaving with each ragged breath as we both gasp for air. His eyes glow silver with a mixture of desire, lust, and something else—can it be love? Gods, it’s too soon for that... right?
“Vlad,” I whisper through trembling lips, tears prickling beneath my eyelids. “I... I don’t know what to say.”
He sweeps me in his arms, holding me tight. “No need for words,” he pants. “We’ll figure this out.” A heavy sigh of contentment escapes him.
Suddenly, he flinches as if finally realizing something. “Hold up,” he grunts. “Where’s your brand?” His gaze darts around my body frantically, searching for the pack emblem that should be inked on my skin. “I don’t see one on you…”
“I don’t... have one,” I confess. “I’m a rogue.” The words bring back painful memories, so I leave it at that. Just then, the slightest shift of his hips reignites the flames of my desire. Gods, I’m so full of him. So close to the edge once more.
“Oh... fuck…” he growls, gritting his teeth. Was that a cry of worry or pleasure? I can’t tell. But whatever it was, it only increased my craving for him.
“This is so messed up,” Vlad mutters, sweeping a hand across his brow.
“Yeah...” I murmur low, suddenly feeling too self-conscious and unworthy. I’m a packless wolf, a rogue living in exile. He deserves better than me.
But then Vlad pulls me closer, his voice husky with desire. “And I want to keep messing it up,” he purrs, sending shivers down my spine. “D’you want that?” Without waiting for my answer, he seals my mouth with his in a series of deep sultry kisses that make my toes curl.
“Uh-huh…” I manage in a quiet moan the second our lips part briefly.
Vlad grins wickedly as he begins trailing kisses down my neck, his fingers dancing along my body, igniting little fires in their wake. It’s as if the consummation of our mating bond has only fanned the flames of our desire for each other. He then glides on top of me, his body pressing me into the plush mattress, and renews his kisses with a newfound hunger. His length, still hard and intrusive inside me, begins to swell again, growing even harder within my walls. I run my fingers through his dark locks, moaning as he teases my sensitive spots, and I arch my hips towards him, craving more contact.
Vlad growls in response to my eagerness, his canines lengthening involuntarily. “Goddess, you’re irresistible,” he groans before claiming my lips in a deep kiss, thrusting his tongue into my mouth in tandem with his hips rocking against mine. The sensation sends shivers down my spine and I wrap my legs around his waist, urging him on as he starts moving within me in a slow yet relentless rhythm.
His pace steadily increases, driving us both higher and higher until we’re panting for air. His thrusts become more intense and erratic, and I know that he’s close to the edge again. I arch my back to meet him stroke for stroke, panting desperately as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me. Heat flares in my core, coiling tighter and tighter, begging for release. Vlad’s growls of pleasure fill the room, spurring me on to match his primal moans.
As we both reach the peak of delight, our bodies shuddering together in bliss, I feel something warm and viscous pulsing deep inside me, sealing our bond. The unfamiliar sensation only heightens my orgasm, and I dig my nails into his back as I clench around him.
“Mine,” he growls, his breath hot in my ear. “You’re mine now, Anya… forever.”
Vlad’s thrusts slow down and eventually stop as we both catch our breaths, our chests heaving.
“Holy... fuck,” he pants, collapsing on top of me, his length still inside me. “That... was... unreal.”
I manage a breathless laugh, my chest rising and falling rapidly. “Tell me about it.”
We stay like that for what feels like hours, basking in the afterglow of our shared release.
Slowly, our breathing returns to normal, and the world around us comes back into focus. Outside the window, sunrise kisses the horizon, filling the room with a golden haze. But neither of us seems to care about time or the outside world at this moment. All that matters is each other’s warmth and this newfound connection between us.
I’ve found him. At last. My soul is complete.
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ANYA
I slowly drift awake, silken sheets pooled around my bare skin. Pale golden light filters through the curtains, announcing the evening’s approach. For a long moment, I simply bask limply in the cozy nest of blankets, deliciously sore in all the right places.
As waking thoughts begin to take shape, memory comes flooding back in a dizzying rush—the passion shared, the electric bliss of our joined bodies, and afterwards, the breathtaking realization that Vlad is my mate. Mine. The enormity of it sends a heady thrill through me even now.
Eager to see him again, I reach across the rumpled linens seeking Vlad’s solid warmth. But my roving hand finds only empty space where he should lay.
