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He made a quiet noise of protest, but he didn’t resist when I curled my fingers around his wrist and brought his hand back to touch himself there. His body shuddered against mine, his breathing hitched, and my fingers guided his own into the wet heat.
“That,” I said and dragged my open mouth from his jaw to his lips, “is for me.”
He groaned, then opened for me, and I drank him in with long thrusts of my tongue, promising to savor the taste of him. A quiet voice in the back of my head reminded me that this might be temporary. I could be further weakened if he didn’t survive the moon and we were bonded. I could even die if I hadn’t managed a shift and my wolf hadn’t been able to repair the damage to my heart.
But my death concerned me less than his. I didn’t want to feel moments of a bond—I wanted all of it. Now that it was within reach, all I cared about was protecting him, holding him, keeping him. My hands moved, cupping his cheeks, and I nuzzled our faces together even as I felt my fangs drop. I wanted to bite him, to taste his blood as I pushed into him and filled him with my knot.
And I would.
“I want you to be sure,” I started, and I felt him nip my lower lip—playful like a Wolf, but still so human with blunt teeth and his fear of hurting me with such a shallow wound.
“Kor.”
My eyes closed against the sound of my name on his lips, on his breath, and I swore in that moment hearing his heartbeat match mine felt like seeing him. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“From what I understand,” he said, a smile in his voice, “it’s not going to hurt in any way I don’t want it to.”
I chuckled quietly, shaking my head. “You’re not wrong, but this is asking a lot. You just escaped. Your body has been changed.”
“My life might be a lot shorter than I planned, but I’d rather feel this”—he pressed his palm to the center of my chest—“than the agony of not having you. If you’re changing your mind about the risk…”
“Never.” It was the last vow I made before I truly took charge. My hands took him by the wrists, gently turning him stomach down. I heard him groan, felt him shift restlessly against the mattress, which was no doubt tormenting his hard cock. He’d need to come—and he would, many times. But he had to submit first. “Let go,” I told him when I felt him tense against me.
My fangs dropped completely, and I laid them against the back of his neck. I could sense it when his newly changed physiology took over. His entire body shuddered, then sagged. Dragging my claws lightly down his sides, I parted the gown and followed the knobs of his spine with my tongue.
The heady musk of his sweat was enough to send me hurtling toward mindless rutting, and it was only the reminder that he was new—that none of this was familiar to him—which kept me in the moment. I carefully parted his cheeks as I took in a deep breath, and then I laved my tongue over his hole, gathering the slick there.
It had been so long since I’d done this. So long since I’d bothered to take my time. I had only had a couple of Omegas in my life, and each time was memorable, but they were nothing like this. They were hurried coupling in the heat of the moment, and meaningless. They didn’t feel right the way Misha did underneath me. They hadn’t felt like forever.
I pushed my tongue in, holding his hips still as he began to squirm, and I could smell when he was getting close. “Yes,” I murmured, pulling back just long enough to speak, “come, my Omega.”
His hips began to thrust against the bed. I could hear the way his nails scraped the sheets, the way his legs tried to part farther. He had no room to touch himself, and I was not ready to let him. His cock was mine in this moment—for as long as this lasted. I plunged my tongue in again—and then again—and a third time before he let go.
The smell of his seed flooded my nostrils and made my cock thicken even farther. Pulling back, I pressed two fingers against his hole, and they slid in without resistance. He was ready for me—he was prepared for me.
He was created for me.
I felt a rumble in my chest as I pushed to my knees, and my hands went to his hips, lifting him to me. It was easy to find purchase, the head of my cock catching on his rim, but I was already hard and too thick to take him in a single slide. He let out a gasp when the tip pushed in, and I rubbed a soothing hand down his spine.
“You’re perfect,” I murmured. “You were made for this, made for me.”
“Big,” he groaned. I could feel him shifting, hear the way his head was turning from side to side, like he wanted to push back and also pull away. “So full.”
“It’s going to get even more full, but it’s what you need. Give in, Misha. Let me give your body what it needs.” My fingers dragged along his ribs, and I could feel the way the heat was settling in—the way his skin burned, the way his arms trembled.
His ass got even wetter as I began a slow thrust forward, and it took all of my self-control not to pin him down and rut him until I filled him. My claws dug into his skin, and I heard him hiss right before I smelled the tang of copper. I wanted to lean in and taste him, but there would be time for that soon. Already, I could feel the pinch of swelling at the base of my cock. My knot was forming, and I needed to fuck him—to prepare him to take it.
“Misha,” I said, and my voice was nearly a growl. I felt him jolt beneath me, but where there had been fear before, now I only scented need. “Misha, I’m going to take you. I’m going to knot you and bite you. This is your last chance to say no.”
“Kor.” The single syllable of my name cut my words off like he’d slapped a gag over my mouth. “I want it. I want you. Please.”
I didn’t want to make him beg. Not this time. Maybe if he survived, maybe if we had time amidst the chaos of what would come after this, I would play with him. I would touch him everywhere, drag pleasure from him he had never experienced. I would feast on every inch of his exposed flesh.
But for now, I would make him mine.
Easing my claws back, I began a slow thrust, in and out, as his slick coated my cock. He was still impossibly tight, but the more I moved, the more desperate he became. His heat was cresting, the noises he made nothing more than high-pitched whines and punched-out groans. He shook under me, his skin fever-hot. I leaned in and licked a stripe up the back of his neck, tasting the sweat there.
A growl rumbled from my chest, my fangs extending as I lifted him by the hips farther and began to pound into him. With my head bowed forward, I allowed the rest of my senses to know him, to form the only picture I would ever need of my mate.
