I’ve never had a climax like this. Not ever. It’s like he’s growing bigger inside me while fluid spills from me and someone has a remote that’s taken that vibration from a level ten, which was incredible, up to a six hundred.
What in the ever-loving…
I’m sobbing, making crazy-loud sounds that feel like they’re echoing across the lake behind this beautiful house. I collapse to my belly again, but I keep whimpering sounds of ecstasy that are muffled by the pillow my face is smushed into.
He keeps going. His teeth still have me. And I’m pretty certain he’s broken the skin on my neck where he bit down. His mouth is there, suckling, and I can’t speak, all I can seem to do is keep crying, clinging to the sheets, because the climax continues rocketing through me for a long time… forever. I cry, tremble, and feel.
In a strange state of euphoria braided with disbelief, I do something I’ve never done during sex. Finally able to speak again, I cry out his name … and I do it loud.
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Mason
For an instant, I could swear my cock splits apart, detonating, and my first thought is concern for her, that I released a storm of shrapnel that will harm her.
It feels like a release of power, of strength, of everything I am. Everything I am floods through her. She gets all of me because she’s mine.
She’s mine; I’m hers.
Realizing what this is, I’m flooded with a sense of victory. Though this is sensation I’ve never come close to experiencing, I know what it is.
My first knot.
Power surges within me at the first sensation of her milking my knot and it’s so intense, so hot and tight that I roar as I release into her, feeling my canines elongate just slightly, signaling an urge so strong it’s as essential as breathing.
I declare her mine as I give her my mark, sinking my teeth into the side of her neck above her collarbone, the seal of our connection surging through every cell in my body with the small taste of Amelia’s blood. It’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted, the best gift I’ve ever received.
She’s crying, loudly, and while she does I feel our connection click into place, in a place deep inside my chest. She’s mine. I’m hers. This is real, this is right, and nothing will ever make me question it. I know I’m mated for life, down to my bones.
“Mason,” she cries out, and fuck it feels good, sounds like an angel singing.
Her whimpering my name? The way it sounds, the way it reverberates through me, something inside me unfurls and my wolf wants to howl in triumph.
Shockingly, I very nearly shift and manage – just barely – to hold it back.
It takes half a dozen beats of my heart before I’m able to speak and when I do, I do it with meaning.
“This mark on your skin, this knot inside you, they mean you’re mine.”
I press my lips to her skin for a kiss.
Mine, Amelia,” I say as she continues to whimper against the vibrations from my knot. “You’re mine. And baby, I’m yours. Starting now, you’re everything to me. And everything I do from now on, it’s done not only for my pack, but first – for my mate. You. You’re the most important thing in my life.”
And she is. Even more important than my pack, and that revelation shakes me. I never imagined feeling like this. And it’s been moments, not years, months, days, or even hours. If love grows stronger over time like I’ve been taught, how strong will my feelings be in years?
She’s trembling, weeping, clutching the pillow with both hands, her glorious mane of dark hair spread across my pillow. That she cried out my name elates me. I kiss the fresh claiming mark and then graze it with the tips of my fingers, which makes her shiver.
Our combined essence pools between us as the knot ebbs, then grows again. The pulsations don’t stop. And not only can I not pull out, I would not fucking want to even if I could. This is heaven inside of her. I continue to rotate my hips against her luscious backside, rutting her into the mattress while listening to her sounds, while feeling her body convulse around me, while taking in the sight of her curves, her skin, her pretty mouth, her eyelashes.
A car pulls down my driveway, causing me to go still. I then stretch my neck and sniff out the scent. Joel has brought her car. I hear the door slam and then the sound of his wolf’s paws hitting the ground as he runs back toward the village. I could swear my hearing is more acute right now. Is it? Have my senses sharpened as a result of mating?