Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
“Oh, Brux,” she whispered and just hearing her say his name was enough to make him come again inside her…which triggered another orgasm of her own.
Brux kissed her once more–slow and deep–as he held her through the first shuddering waves of release. Through it all, his knot held firm, keeping him buried deep inside her clenching pussy, their bodies locked in an intimate embrace.
The closeness between them remained intense, almost dizzying. Lykans were built this way—their seed was thick with compounds that ensured their mates came when they did. Several times more, the pressure built in him anew, his hips giving shallow, helpless jerks as he spurted deep inside her.
He groaned against her neck as he flooded her again—hot, thick ropes of cum erupting from his knot—locked shaft, filling her womb.
The chemical rush hit Kiera at once. Her eyes flew open, a sharp cry escaping her lips as her pussy spasmed around him, milking his shaft, her orgasm triggered by his seed alone.
“Brux, oh God!” she gasped, trembling in his arms, her inner walls fluttering in ecstasy.
He kissed her forehead, then her eyelids, whispering,
“That’s right, baby, again–and again and again and again until my knot goes down. Take it all… feel me claiming you as mine.”
The second time came soon after, his body demanding more. Another deep groan, another flood of creamy heat filling her to overflowing. Cum leaked out around his knot, slicking her thighs and Kiera moaned and shuddered against him, the compounds in his seed igniting her nerves like fire.
“Oh God, it’s making me come… your cum… so hot inside me…” she moaned.
“Perfect,” he rumbled, nuzzling her throat. “My mate… coming on my knot… taking my seed…It’s all right, baby–just let it happen.”
The third time left her sobbing with pleasure. Each orgasm pulled him deeper into her, their bodies intertwining with every shared pulse of desire and need.
At last–after long, trembling minutes–his knot softened, and he knew all his seed was spent.
“Going to pull out of you now, baby,” he murmured in her ear. “Just relax and let me do it.”
With a gentle movement, he slipped free, a gush of his seed flowing over both their thighs as he pulled out.
Kiera whimpered at the sudden emptiness, but Brux was there instantly. He gathered her in his arms and lowered his head between her thighs. Tenderly, he licked her clean—long, loving strokes of his tongue lapping up the creamy flood from her swollen pussy. He loved the taste of them together and even though she hadn’t gotten pregnant from this breeding–she couldn’t since they weren’t Bonded yet–he knew how much it had cost her to give herself so fully.
“Thank you for giving yourself to me,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “My heart… my mate.”
She carded trembling fingers through his hair, tears making her eyes bright.
“You’re welcome. Just don’t do that to me again–you scared me, almost going primal for good like that.”
“Never,” he promised, sealing his vow with a final, possessive kiss to her clit. “You’ve found the way to keep me with you–even if you don’t want to Bond yet. I swear I’ll never leave you if you keep me by your side.”
“I will,” she whispered, stroking his cheek. “Never going to let you go, my big, bad wolf.”
In her words, Brux found pleasure and reassurance. Every touch of her skin to his reminded him he was still here–still himself–still sentient and humanoid.
And Kiera was with him every step of the way.
His beautiful mate lay back against the warm stone edge of the bathing room, flushed and drowsy and looking at him with that same softness that had been in her eyes ever since he came back to himself.
“You’re very sweet for a big scary wolf—man, you know,” she murmured, her voice half teasing and half sleepy.
Brux smiled against her skin.
“I’m only sweet for you. Most of the other Monstrum are scared of Lykans, you know.”
That made her laugh softly, and the sound tugged at his heart and filled him with an emotion he couldn’t name.
Later, after they had washed and dried and made their slow way back to the bedroom, both boneless with exhaustion, Brux finally understood the feeling. The day had been long and frightening and difficult, and what had passed between them afterward had left him wrung out in the best possible way.
But more than tired, he felt…anchored.
For the first time since losing his first mate—perhaps for the first time since the Darklings destroyed his world—he felt truly grounded in himself.
Not perfectly and not permanently. He and Kiera were still un—Bonded and he knew better than to trust too quickly in his own stability.
But for now it was enough…enough that hope, which had been only a fragile flicker inside him for so long, now burned a little steadier.
In the bedroom, Kiera climbed under the coverlet with a sigh and held out her arms to him without a word.