Page 34 of Wolf Duke

“Please, Alaric,” Evaine replied, the words seemingly wrenched from her, a true royal female surrendering at last. “Please.”

He took his cock in hand, giving it one hard squeeze before rubbing his thumb across the seed-wet head. No stone or solid gold dildo could compare to how hard he was right now. He was ready to rut himself senseless. To spend deep in Evaine until he drained his cock dry.

Pressing tender kisses along his queen’s spine, Alaric curved himself over her so his chest was pressed to her back. Then, his heart thundering, he guided the head of his cock to her cunt entrance, coating it in her juices before pushing it in.

She gasped, her inner walls rippling around his length, and he almost spent there and then. Surely nothing in the world could compare to this. “Yes, that’s the way, sweetheart. Take all of your king.”

“I…I can’t,” she choked out, bucking a little.

“You can,” Alaric replied firmly, nipping her shoulder, and her hot, tight cunt rippled around him again as he continued until he was balls-deep inside her. “Now. Now we rut.”

Withdrawing slowly until just the head of his cock was submerged, he thrust back in then did the same again, setting a rhythm that grew increasingly harder and rougher. But Evaine was no passive recipient; his mate’s head thrashed, her fingernails clawing at the sheets as she pressed back against him, luring his cock deeper. Indeed, she was actively provoking him to thrust with more force until he slammed into her, the sweet symphony of flesh slapping flesh and sensual grunts and pants echoing in the bedchamber.

“Bite me,” Evaine snarled, her hips churning. “Bite me.”

A low growl rumbled in his chest. Alaric slid one hand under her, briefly pausing to pinch her nipples, before encircling her throat to hold her in place. His queen’s mating mark seemed to glow, the crown and two stars clearly illuminated even in soft candlelight.

Rutting her brutally, relentlessly now, his cock as deep inside her cunt as it could possibly go, Alaric swiped his tongue across Evaine’s mating mark. Sweetness filled his mouth, even sweeter than her honey. Mindless with need, his fangs elongated and with a feral roar he sank them into the back of her neck.

Evaine screamed, her cunt clamping around him like a vise as she spent, and just like at their mating ceremony, a flash of blue light lit up the chamber. His cock swelled, impossibly large, and Alaric roared again as they locked together, the pleasure so intense it was painful. Then his seed released, gushing and gushing inside Evaine like a damned waterfall, like he’d never spent before in his whole bloody life, and it was so perfect he could only say her name over and over like a chant: “Evie. Evie.”

Eventually they collapsed onto the bed in exhaustion, but somehow Alaric summoned the strength to roll them onto their sides so he didn’t crush Evaine with his bulk. Then he carefully, gently, withdrew his fangs from her mating mark and lapped at the trickle of blood on her silken skin, sealing the small wound closed. In moments, it began healing.

Evaine made a humming sound, pulling his arm tighter around her. “I understand now why Siân said that was indescribable. There isn’t a word for that level of pleasure. Storms and starbursts don’t even begin to explain it.”

Alaric kissed her shoulder, then reached for the sheets and quilt to pull over them both. Even with a fire blazing in the hearth, and after such vigorous activity, their bodies would soon cool. “Are you well? Not too sore?”

She giggled. “I do feel a bit tender down there, but it’s not like you can fetch a hot cloth, is it?”

He couldn’t halt an answering chuckle. “No, not for a while. I’m afraid there is no such thing as a swift wolf coupling. Not cock in cunt, anyway.”

“I don’t mind. It’s not like I can move. I no longer have bones, only flesh and blood,” said Evaine, nestling against his chest until every inch of her was pressed against him.

“Then rest, sweetheart,” Alaric murmured, his eyelids getting heavier. It wouldn’t hurt to indulge in a little slumber.

It might have been minutes or hours later, it was difficult to tell when both the fire and candles still burned brightly in his bedchamber, but to his great relief, his cock had softened and slipped free of Evaine. What had woken him?

Then Alaric heard a sound, like faint windchimes. However, when he sat up and peered around the room, there was nothing amiss.

Shaking his head, he lay back down and closed his eyes.

“No, don’t go back to sleep, Alaric. It’s about time that tongue went to work again.”

Alaric grinned. “So demanding, my queen. Perhaps your tongue should go to work instead.”

Evaine yelped. “What?”

His eyes flew open, his brow furrowing in confusion. “Why that sound? You started the conversation.”

“I didn’t say a word!” she retorted, her eyes wide.

Alaric sighed. “You plain as day said, ‘No, don’t go back to sleep, Alaric. It’s about time that tongue went to work again.’ I’m unsure why, after this night, you yelped like a human virgin.”

Her cheeks went a very becoming shade of pink. “I didn’t say that,” she whispered. “I thought it.”

He went very still. “Just before, I thought I heard windchimes. I wonder if that is how the bonded mind-link begins. Think of something else.”

“Very well.”