“Orïon thought he could decide on his own, to go against our plan.” My voice is gravelly as I rub her clit.
Her moan escapes, and her hips jerk against my paw.
“He wants to fight without preparation,” I growl. My control slips as her arousal floods my senses.
“Theron,” she cries out as I glide a claw from her clit to her entrance.
She lies beneath me, covered in forest dirt, panting, flushed, and divine. The vision alone is enough to trigger my release.Not yet.
“I don’t deserve you,” I murmur as I slowly slide a finger into her.
“You deserve everything,” she breathes. “Theron—” She clenches around me, her tightness testing my control.
If I didn’t know humans could mate with vólkins, I might not believe it was possible. But we’ve learned. Patience and care. Stretch, then in.
“Did you put a log inside me?” she pants. Her words pull a low chuckle from me.
“Not yet.” The grin on my face grows as I lick her face to soothe her. Again and again, my tongue traces over her skin until she begins to relax.
I press forward, just a little more, letting her body adjust to the tip of my finger. Slowly, I guide her through the stretch.
When vólkins mate, we shave our claws for this moment, and I’ve done the same. Three claws are half-shaven. Together, my three fingers are nearly the thickness of my cock.
“You’re doing so well,” I whisper, my voice prideful as her little cunt spills more onto the forest floor. Her body responds so perfectly to me.
“How,” she moans, “how will you ever fit?”
“I will make it fit,” I murmur against her neck, my mouth brushing her skin as I push deeper.
My dove arches her back. A cry escapes her lips as I pump inside her, pressing nearly half my finger in. My paw is slick with her arousal, and in this moment, nothing else matters. Not the war ahead, not Orïon, not the barrier. Nothing.
All I care about is my little mate, taking me like the leader she is.
Slowly, I press deeper, her cries soft and sweet, her body adjusting to me. Her gaze is unfocused and beautiful.
She is brave, my brave little dove. And it’s because ofme.
Iam the one who pleases her.Iam the one who will make her swell and fatten with our pups. Soon, after the bonding ritual, our bodies will become one, and so will our souls.
Her nipples prick through the fabric of her gown, tempting me. Who am I not to tend to every part of my needy mate?
I lower my snout to brush my cold, damp nose over her left breast. She shivers beneath me as I push deeper inside her.
“Theron, I— I am—” she cries out.
“You are,” I murmur and push my finger into her fully.
She hisses, and her body tightens around me.
My ears pin back as guilt twists in my chest. “I’m sorry,” I whisper. “This is the first and last time I will ever hurt you, my sweet dove.”
Carefully, I withdraw my finger. There it is—the tip stained with blood, marking the moment of her first stretch. I clean it with my tongue, savor the sweetness of her blood and arousal.
When I gaze back at her, I find her staring at me, eyes wide.
“Did you just lick it?”
I nod, a grin tugging at the corners of my mouth. “But we’re not done yet,” I say as I add another finger. She’s ready to take two.
