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“If you’re asking me if I’m up for a morning fuck, then yes,” I told him before surging up and taking his mouth.
He laughed into the kiss, then shoved a hand in my hair and wrenched me away before attacking my neck. He seemed focused on the bite mark, which had healed a lot better than I expected, but I wasn’t sure if that was because he was an Alpha or if it was because the nature of my being had changed.
I didn’t mind it though. I tried, but I found it impossible to feel anything other than proud of the scars he left behind. He mouthed at it, then trailed his lips to the hollow of my throat. His hands followed, tracing long paths of sharp claws licking at my tender skin. He pinched my nipples, careful not to make me bleed, but daring enough that I was aware he could tear me open with a quick swipe of his hand.
And I fucking loved it because I knew without a doubt he would fall on his own sword before ever hurting me.
That thought made me harder, had me thrusting against him as our cocks lined up. I could feel a bulge in his, and I shoved my hand between us so I could touch it now that I was in my right mind. “You can knot without me being in heat?”
He pulled his head back and cocked it to the side. “How much actual Wolf sex ed did Danyal give you?”
I laughed. “Uh… none at all? At least, none that I can remember. And I promise I’m trying not to fall back on my shitty human education.”
He sighed, then offered me a placating kiss before leaning up and letting his own hand curl around mine as it explored the shape of him. “I can knot you any time we fuck—if you want me to. You won’t have as much slick though when you’re not in heat. You won’t be as accommodating, so it might hurt more.” He paused and his lips twitched into something that was almost like a shy smile. “Some people like it anyway.”
I had never really been into pain, but something about that look on his face made me want to try. Maybe not now. Maybe as a reward for when I survived this whole mess.
Kor must have been able to sense close to what I was thinking right then, because his face grew determined and possessive. He used his hand to make me stroke him harder, faster, and he took my mouth in another demanding kiss.
“Turn over, my heart,” he murmured.
I wasn’t sure he was even aware of the endearment falling from his lips, and I should have argued because we were hardly there yet. But the bond also made it impossible for us to be strangers. I could feel that he meant it, and it was far too easy to comply.
He didn’t pin me down like before, didn’t hold me like he was trying to mark me, and for a moment, I felt the keen loss of that connection. But then his body pressed over mine, and his thick, heavy cock was there against my hole. I felt a gush—a rushing wetness—and I realized it was another mark of my change. It hadn’t started and stopped with my heat. My body was different.
Right now, it was moving and shifting and changing to fit the shape that was Kor. My mate. My bonded. My eyes slammed shut as the head of his cock breeched the first ring of muscle, and I panted through it because, even without the knot, he was big. His hands painted soothing lines along my sides though, his lips dancing through kisses across every inch of skin he could reach. His hips gently thrust as he slipped in—farther and farther until suddenly he was all there and not an inch of space existed between us.
“Your body,” he grunted. His claws pricked my skin as he held me by the hips with one hand, his mouth hovering over my shoulder. I wanted to fuck him face to face—to see all of that ecstasy in the subtle shifts in his expression, but I also wouldn’t have stopped this for anything in the world. “You feel so…” He trailed off on a groan, and with every roll of his hips, my brain seemed to short out.
I felt a sort of searing-hot, uncontrollable desperation to take all of him in me. My bones felt wrong under my skin, parts of me aching in ways I didn’t know how to soothe. I clawed at the sheets as I began to fuck back against him, and then suddenly he bit down, and the world went white and everything just became exactly the way it was meant to be.
Pleasure swirled around me and I was floating. His teeth were drawing blood, but his hands were tracing lines of heaven as he dragged a path from my chest to my cock. He gripped me in a tight fist, and I still couldn’t open my eyes, but it didn’t matter.
I was moving without needing to be aware of it. My body was chasing the orgasm as I fucked into his hand, and my little punched out growls—which were so far from human—matched his almost exactly.
I shouted and came before I could warn him, and he stroked me faster, pumped his hips harder until I felt the warm seed shoot deep inside me. He pushed, almost like he wanted to knot me, but then he pulled back at the last second. I felt his arm between us as his body gave a couple of hard trembles, and when he slipped out, I turned and saw him squeezing the base of his cock, which was swollen to the size of a plum.
“You could have,” I whispered.
Though he almost looked in pain, come still dribbling from the head of his dick onto his stomach, he reached for me, and I leaned my face into his searching fingers. His thumb brushed over my lip, down my chin, holding me there.
“After,” he said.
He didn’t need to clarify what he meant—it was the same thing I told myself.
After the moon.
His knot didn’t last as long, and he didn’t put up a fight when I crawled off the bed to find a cloth to wipe us down with. We desperately needed a shower, and I had no idea when his therapist was going to be by, but I had no fight in me when he pulled me back to the bed and tucked me against his side.
“Was that too much?” he asked.
I propped up on my elbow and stared at the shining slick that I couldn’t scrub off his cock. It was from me—my new, ever-changing biology. I should have been horrified by it. I was an abomination after all. A fucked-up hybrid experiment.
But with Kor touching me, I felt right.
“It was different. Like you said,” I told him after a moment. I turned my face into his hand and nuzzled into his palm, kissing it. “The biting was the same though. It…” I didn’t know how to describe it, but the way he smiled, I had a feeling he understood.
His hand moved from my cheek to my hair, and he twisted a few of the strands between his fingers. “What color is this?”
