The word hits deep, cutting through the air between us. Heat surges through me in response, my cock shifting from awareness to full-on ready for action. My body reacts without hesitation, every nerve suddenly aware of him, of the proximity, of how he’s looking at me.
“Then what do you want?” I ask, my voice lower now, drawn out of me without resistance.
He steps closer. The heat of him presses into my space. I can feel the strength in him, the control, the restrained intensity that has been building without release. His voice deepens further, meant only for me. “I want you,” he says. “In our quarters. Where I can have you without interruption.”
My pulse stutters, then kicks hard. There’s no hesitation in me. I nod once, the movement certain. His hand squeezes mine, and he turns, guiding me.
I follow without question.
The pull of the bond strengthens with every step, threading through my body and sharpening everything I feel. My awareness narrows, focused entirely on him, on the direction he’s leading me, on the anticipation building with every second.
A grin spreads across my face before I can stop it.
It feels unfamiliar, wide and unguarded, stretching muscles I haven’t used like this in years. The feeling behind it is even stranger—light, steady, and real in a way that doesn’t come with a catch.
I let out a quiet breath, shaking my head as we move. “Yeah,” I mutter, the words carrying a trace of disbelief. “Didn’t see this coming.”
But I don’t pull back. I don’t question it. Because I know exactly where this is going, and I want it with every cell that makes me his.
CHAPTER
TWELVE
Being fuckedby Varek’s cock is a thing of beauty. He’s so big, so strong, and he holds me in a way that feels less like restraint and more like being claimed—like I’m exactly where I’m meant to be.
But it’s not just that. It’s watching him lose control. Watching that carefully held composure fracture, piece by piece, until there’s nothing left but raw feeling and need. Seeing it happen because of me…. That might just be my new favourite thing.
And I’m desperate to get him there again before I lose myself completely?—
His cock pulses inside me, and I cry out, the sensation hitting deeper than anything I’ve ever felt. It’s overwhelming in a way that doesn’t just stay physical. It drags through me, through every nerve, every thought, until I can’t separate where I end and he begins.
“Fuck—” The word tears out of me, but even that feels inadequate. Because this… this isn’t just sex. It’s connection in its purest, most brutal form.
The bond flares between us, bright and consuming, amplifying everything until it borders on too much. I feel him—his pleasure, his need, the way he’s coming undone—and it feeds straight back into me.
And then it hits—not just the sense of it, but the full reality.
The bond surges, intense and blinding, his release tearing through me like it’s my own. It floods my system, heat and pressure and something deeper that has nothing to do with bodies and everything to do with connection.
Varek’s control slips. I feel it before I fully see it—the shift, the fracture in that carefully held restraint—and it hits me harder than anything else we’ve done.
If it’s going to feel this way—better than the last—every time, I’m not sure how I’ll survive it. But at least I’ll navigate the attempt with a huge grin and shrouded in bliss.
And that’s it for me.
Release crashes through me, perfect and overwhelming, dragging a broken sound out of my chest as I come hard, my body locking up under him. The bond flares with it, bright and consuming, pulling him into it, feeding it straight back.
“Fuck—” I grip him hard, holding on as the sensation rolls through me in relentless waves, leaving me breathless and wrecked in its wake.
For a second, everything narrows down to our connection… to him.
I’m barely coming back to myself when Varek stills above me, his breath rough, his body taut with something strained to breaking.
His gaze locks onto mine, silver eyes burning. “More,” he says, voice low, strained with need he’s no longer trying to hide.
The words go straight through me. I know he’ll be desperate for his knot to join us, which I’ve learned doesn’t happen every single time. But I know that being without this for so many years has been a strain that both of us are only just beginning to manage.
And honestly, if Varek wants to come a second time to get his knot action going, I’m here for it.
