I suck in a breath, shaky and a little wrecked, trying to catch up with what just happened—whatdidn’thappen.
No tearing pain. No biting edge. Just him.
The heat of his body against mine. The solid, impossible weight of him anchoring me in place.
I reach back, needing to feel it, fingers brushing where we’re joined.
We both groan.
“You’re actually all in there,” I say, half with disbelief, half with something dangerously close to pride. I skim my fingers lower, and I shudder.
“You were made for me. I would never hurt you.”
A grin splits my face—feral, a little wrecked. “Yeah. Guess you were.”
The pulse of him inside me drags a groan from my throat, and I drop forward, my hands pressing against his chest. “Varek—mate—now show me what this knot of yours can do.”
There’s a shift of his hips, and he repositions his grip. Then he pulls back and drives in again—harder. “This knot is yours. Only yours.”
That does something to me. I gasp, the sound breaking loose. “Yes—fuck?—”
He sets a rhythm—steady, measured, but relentless. Each thrust is deep, precise, like he’s mapping me from the inside out.
I lose track of everything else. My eyes slam shut for a moment, my body reacting faster than I can think.
He keeps working my cock, grip firm, pace matched to every movement of his hips. He’s controlling all of it. Every second.
The furs beneath my knees shift, his breath rough and eyes wide and wild, the sound of skin meeting skin?—
I break.
The cry tears out of me as I come, my whole body locking up, release hitting hard and unforgiving.
It doesn’t stop there.
It keeps going—wave after wave dragging me under, stripping everything else away until there’s nothing left but sensation and heat and him?—
And then somethingshifts.
A deeper pressure.
I feel it—low and sudden—as his body changes against mine. The push is different now. Broader. Anchoring.
My breath stutters. “Varek—” The word fractures as the pressure takes hold, not painful, not overwhelming—justinescapable. Like something clicking into place.
Locking.
My body reacts before my brain catches up, a helpless shudder running through me as that fullness turns absolute. There’s no slipping away from it. No easing back.
We’re—
“Fuck,” I breathe, dazed, half laughing, half gone. “That’s?—”
I don’t even have a word for it.
It feels so perfectly right.
Inevitable.
