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He was beautiful. He was perfect. It didn’t matter that he was human—or that he’d been twisted and reformed in the lab. It only mattered that he was here, and that he would survive this, and anything else that came after.
“Misha,” I told him—a warning because my knot was swelling.
He whined back, his hips thrusting against me, his hole growing loose. I swallowed around a lump in my throat, and I imagined fucking him outside of his heat. I imagined his smart mouth snapping orders, and his clever fingers painting lines on my skin. I imagined him kissing me, taking me deep the way I was taking him now. I imagined him leading the way and whispering filth in my ear until I was too far gone to fight him.
Need pounded through my veins, and I pulled out, gripping the early swell of my knot, and I circled his hole with the head of my dick. I could feel it was puffy now, not quite ruined—but that would change.
“Take a breath,” I told him. His scent was growing stronger, and my knot was growing larger. I had to push all the way inside him now if I wanted to lock in him. “This is going to hurt—and then you’re going to come harder than you ever have in your life.”
He shifted restlessly, beyond words, but his body seemed to reach for mine. My hands found purchase against his hips, then I thrust hard, past the rings of muscle. I allowed myself a single moment to bask in the feeling of him quivering around me before I pushed him down against the bed and shoved.
My knot caught on his rim, resisted with his sharp cry, and then slipped inside. I felt him stretch around me, I heard his breathy groan pressed into the mattress. I felt his body trembling with the need to let go.
I dragged my palm down his flank as if to soothe him, but I was lost to the feeling of my body getting ready to spill my seed. My head spun, my throat tight and hot, my fangs sharpening against my lower lip. I swelled and I pulsed, and as I felt the burning ache of my orgasm racing from my groin to my chest, I leaned in and nosed the side of his neck where I would bite him.
I wanted to ask for permission again—an almost vicious need to know that he wanted this as much as I did. The bond was there between us, warm and glowing—just beyond my reach. I wanted to know if he felt it too, but the words caught on the end of my tongue, and all I could manage was a wordless groan as I opened my mouth and sank my fangs into his tender flesh.
Blood rushed into my mouth, and a white light flashed through my endless darkness. I was seeing—and I was not seeing. I was bathed in the warmth of our connection as my cock swelled impossibly large, spilling inside of him and locking us together. In the chaos, I felt him writhing beneath me, and mingled with my own release was the scent of his as he came into the sheets once more. I swallowed the blood that rushed over my tongue, then dragged it over the wounds as he trembled and thrust his hips down against the bed.
It was sloppy and nothing like I had imagined it would be—the first time with a mate. And yet, I couldn’t regret a moment of it. He deserved more tenderness, so I pushed my hands under his stomach and lifted him. The bed below him was drenched with his seed, and I dragged the palm of my hand over his limp cock before trailing it upward to his throat.
When I gripped him there, his body stilled, and a long, slow breath escaped his lungs.
“Kor,” he whispered again.
I didn’t bother trying to pull away. My knot was firmly inside him and would be for some time. Instead, I shifted us, feeling behind me before I dropped onto my side and curled around him. When we were settled, I let out a contented hum as he nuzzled backward.
“That was…” He breathed out a laugh, and I nosed at the side of his neck.
“How was the pain?”
“Uh.” I felt him shrug against me. “Not great, but the orgasms kind of made up for it.”
I couldn’t help a small laugh, and I kissed the top of his shoulder. It was a vulnerable moment—being locked together like this. And it was made worse by the fact that I had not been able to shift and heal. I hated that we were in a hospital, that we were somewhere I didn’t know how to defend if we were attacked. And it would have been a ridiculous thought if I hadn’t been taken by my own people and sold to the humans.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, and I realized just then that the bond had taken. He wouldn’t read my mind, but he would feel my emotions.
“I don’t want to be here,” I admitted. “This isn’t how I pictured bonding.”
His fingers trailed up and down the arm I had hooked around his waist, the patterns almost like a portrait, though I wasn’t sure what it was. “How did you picture it? I mean… have you done this before, or is this one of those for life things? Like penguins.”
I nipped at the back of his neck and shook my head. “Penguins?”
“They mate for life. I think. I was really bad at wildlife biology.”
I couldn’t help my grin in spite of the tension that was still crawling up and down my spine. “A bond can be for life. I think it’s just like any human marriage. You meet, you fall in love. Sometimes that doesn’t last.”
I felt something rippling across our connection—confusion and suspicion. “So why would you be at risk if I die?”
I clutched him harder without meaning to, and I eased my grip when I heard him grunt uncomfortably. “It’s different when you fall out of love. When your bonded is ripped from you through death, it can weaken a Wolf. And I still haven’t been able to shift and heal the damage to my heart.”
He held on a little tighter, breathing out a quiet sigh. “How often will this happen? Uh, the heats, I mean.”
“Omegas who don’t bear children have two or three a year,” I told him, struggling to remember because it had never been part of my life.
He was quiet a long moment, then I heard something like a chuckle. “I guess I can live with that.”
He shifted restlessly until I brushed my hand down his chest and curled my fingers around his cock. He was half-hard, but that quickly changed as he swelled against my palm. My knot was still inside him, gently releasing, and I gave a thrust forward, smiling at his soft moan.
