He pulls back until only the swollen head is keeping me stretched around his girth, then he slams back in. I cry out, but this time it’s not entirely from pain. There’s pleasure there, building beneath the intensity. I get several more slamming thrusts before he settles into a rhythm that is brutal, but it feelsgood, too. Good builds into grandeur, and I start moaning with pleasure.
“See, there was never anything to worry about. You can trust me,” he reassures me, the steady rhythm making my toes curl. “You can always trust your mate.”
His thrusts get more powerful, relentless, each one hammering his dick into my pussy. The bed shakes beneath us. If there was a wall, the headboard would be slamming against it, probably already embedded in the plaster and tearing pieces out. The ceiling might be crumbling around us like it did at the cathedral.
“Mine. All mine,” he murmurs in unison with his thrusts. “I’m going to fuck you until you scream, and I’m going to give you my knot. Until you know that you’re not just swollen with my seed, but my heir. My fucking future. MyPack’sfuture. Our future.”
A baby? His child? I hadn’t even thought about that. I was too lust-drunk and enthralled. Am I ready for children? In an instant, I know the answer. My vision goes white. I see myself in a rocking chair, a swaddled baby in my arms.Hisbaby.
But it’s not just one child. There are others there, too. Playing. Running. But are they all his? That doesn’t… feel right. I try to focus on it, but then an older boy shifts into a wolf, and the image fades.
Hayden is hammering himself into me harder now. Faster. His movements are raw and filled with primal fury, like he’s desperate to fill me with his release. And he’s close. I can feel him throbbing inside me. Feel the pulsations that stretch me just a little more, each time they ripple through my pussy. Those ripples turn into pure pleasure, until he’s not the only one who is close.
“Hayden,” I moan, my nails raking down his back. “I’m about to… I feel you…”
“Yes, my mate. This time, we’re going to share our bliss,” he pants. “You’ll drink from mine and I’ll drink from yours.”
“Fuck! Hayden!” I scream, my body convulsing as pleasure consumes me.
His cock goes deep, his throbs teasing the sensitive spot inside me as I orgasm. I don’t know how many I’ve had tonight, but this one is different from the others. It’s not just physical. Not just emotional. I feel it in the very fibers of my being, from the hair on my head to the tips of my curled toes.
“Mine, all fucking mine,” he grinds out the words through clenched teeth. “My perfect fucking mate.”
Then I shatter into a million pieces, my vision a kaleidoscope of fragmented images I can’t make out. They all slowly come back together until I’m looking into his eyes. My mate’s eyes, burning with amber devotion, aching with something denied him for much longer than I’ve drawn breath.
For a moment, it aches inside me too, then I feel him jerking and throbbing inside me, and I orgasm again, my inner walls clamping down on him like a vise. Even that doesn’t slow him down. He drives his cock into my tight sheath, every pulsation making me scream until I feel his release.
“Fuck! YES!” he roars, his rhythm faltering, his hips jerking erratically as he climaxes, ejaculating inside me.
His dick keeps moving until he’s spent and my orgasm has faded. The fire in his eyes fades to a flicker. Then a confused look settles on his face.
“There’s no knot,” he mutters, looking down at where we are still joined. “I don’t understand why.”
“Maybe it’s different with me,” I mumble, barely able to form a coherent thought as the afterglow settles into my veins. “I’m not a she-wolf.”
“Maybe,” he sighs, some confusion in his voice. “Or maybe we just have to keep trying.” A mischievous grin spreads across his face.
“I’m exhausted,” I whisper, struggling to keep my eyes open.
“I’m not,” he says, his hand tightening on my thigh. “I’ve waited far too long for once to be enough for me. I’ll still be fucking you tomorrow when the sun comes up.”
For once, I wish I couldn’t sense when he’s telling me the truth.
But then he starts moving inside me and I’m ready for him again.
CHAPTER 15
Remy
I’ve been running through the streets of Chicago for hours, just trying to clear my head.
I don’t have time for this. I need to go see Jaxton. I need to meet up with my brothers. There could be survivors at the cathedral who still need our help. Regardless, we need to clean it up so that it doesn’t look like a vampire blood bank.
But all I can think about is Ansley.
I only saw her for a matter of minutes. Barely talked to her. Something still lingers. Her sweet voice. Her beautiful brown eyes. I bet they light up when she smiles. She’s fucking gorgeous, and I’m not the type to fall head-over-paws for anyone. Human. Scion. I don’t even think a she-wolf would have turned my head unless she was my mate.
This feels primal, raw, like everything inside me screams for her. Like she’s meant to be mine. Like she’s mymate. But that’s impossible. Hayden feels a pull towards her. If she’s anyone’smate, she’s his. He’s our Alpha. Our kind mate for life, and only with one she-wolf. We never fucking share. It violates everything we know.
