"That's it," I growl, my rhythm becoming erratic. "Come for me. Squeeze my fucking cock. Show me who you belong to."
Her orgasm tears through her with a sound she swallows at the last second, biting down on her own lip hard enough that I feel it against my jaw. Her body bows off the floor, her cunt clamping down on me, and her hands find the back of my head, fingers twisting in my hair, pulling my face down into the curve of her neck.
She presses my mouth against the soft, swollen skin of her scent gland, insistent and desperate, like she needs my mouth on that exact spot more than she needs air.
And my brain switches off.
Something beautiful and primal takes over, and my hold on her tightens.
Her scent gland is hot and swollen under my mouth, even with her odd, muted scent.
My lips part, and my teeth find her skin. My canines push in, slow and inevitable, nicking the delicate flesh, and the taste of her hits my tongue like a key turning in a lock I didn't know I had.
The taste of her floods my mouth. Lush pear, sweet vanilla, and sharp blood.
My eyes float closed, and the last of my control falls away.
My jaw clamps down with a force that doesn't belong to me, stabbing down into her soft, perfect neck.
The second my teeth break skin, a violent, convulsive heat erupts at the base of my cock.
It's a blinding, internal pressure that swells beyond all reason, a brutal, undeniable expansion.
My knot, thick and hard, pops into place so hard myvision cuts to white, locking us together as my orgasm slams into me.
It starts at the base of my spine and rolls through my entire body. Every nerve lights up, every muscle seizing. A sound tears from my chest that isn't a growl or a moan but something more primal, something that belongs to the animal at the bottom of my brain that has wanted this since the moment I walked into this tent.
Beneath me, Elowen’s body goes taut. A strangled cry catches in her throat as my knot stretches her impossibly wide. Her back arches, her fingers digging into my scalp.
Then she melts.
Every muscle releases at once and she sinks into the dirt floor, her inner walls clamping down on me in frantic, rhythmic convulsions that milk the knot in waves of unbearable pleasure. We are fused, two bodies locked into one frantic, perfect, agonizing whole, and there is no escape.
Moving slowly, I unclench my jaw and release her neck. The bite mark is deep. Two crescents of broken skin, already bruising at the edges, blood beading in the indentations.
My mark.
My claim.
Permanent and undeniable.
The storm in my head begins to settle as I stare at the mark on her neck, and the gravity of it slams into my chest.
What the fuck did I do?
I mated a woman I don't know, whose name I read off a badge ten minutes ago, in a storage tent in the middle of the fucking black market.
Oh my god.
Elowen's eyes flutter.
She's woozy, her gaze unfocused, drifting in and outlike someone fighting to stay awake. But she doesn't pass out. Her hand lifts, slow and uncoordinated, and her fingertips find the bite mark on her neck. She touches it gently, pressing into the sting, and a soft, satisfied sound hums from her throat.
She doesn't look scared or angry.
In fact, she looks as if she found something she's been missing her whole life.
And something inside me shifts.
