I nod, already shifting, lifting myself slightly despite the lingering tremor in my body. My limbs feel loose and unsteady, but I don’t hesitate. Not with the way he’s looking at me.
Not with the way the bond is pulling.
Every cell in my body is tuned in to him. The slide of his cock feels unreal. I shudder, so ready to be trapped by his knot. He pounds into me and lifts my hips with effortless strength. The shift in position sends a gasping breath out of me, his cock skimming my sensitive prostate, sensation still riding the edge of my orgasm.
Varek’s control doesn’t hold for long. He breaks above me with a possessive roar, the sound shooting straight through me.
There’s no restraint left—just raw, unfiltered sensation as it takes him apart. His grip contracts, and he fucks me, pounding into me, his breath uneven, his composure shattering completely as he loses himself to it.
And I feel all of it.
Every pulse.
Every fracture.
Every time he lets go.
“That’s it,” Varek murmurs, voice rough, threaded with something deeper than desire. “Give me all of it.”
The bond surges again, dragging me with him even as my body protests, the connection too strong to ignore, too consuming to resist.
Brain whiting out, I come for a second time, feeling his cum coating my channel as he continues to push in and out of me, drawing up both of our orgasms. I clutch at him, holding on as the world narrows down to heat, breath, and the steady, unbreakable thread between us.
Even as the intensity fades just enough for thought to return, that connection doesn’t. It stays, deep and real. And that’s the part that hits me hardest. Because I’ve had sex before. I’ve had want, heat, and need.
But this? This is something else entirely. I’m never going to be able to pretend otherwise again.
The world comes back slowly around us, but not completely. Not yet. And not only because my brain is still struggling to catch up, but also because I can’t move.
I blink, breath still uneven, my body loose in that boneless, post-release way. “Not sure I’ll ever tire of your knot, but it makes a quickie practically impossible.” I snicker, glancing down between us.
Varek’s still joined to me, his body anchored in place, the knot keeping us locked together in a way that feels less intrusive than it probably should. There’s pressure, fullness, the lingering echo of him fucking me so completely.
“Is this—” I huff out a breath, half laughing despite myself after a few minutes. “—length of time normal?”
Varek’s chest rises and falls heavily, his gaze still fixed on me, silver eyes darker than usual, softened in a way I hope I never take for granted.
“Yes,” he says, voice rough but steadier now. “It will ease shortly.”
“Define ‘shortly,’” I reply.
“A variable amount of time.”
“Fantastic. Love that for me.” I grin, because I really do. I’m not in a rush to be untangled from him.
A faint curve touches his mouth.
I settle for a second, letting the warmth and weight of him sink in, the quiet hum of the bond smoothing everything out… and then my calf seizes.
“Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding—nah, fuck off—” I hiss, my leg jerking instinctively as the cramp bites hard and fast.
Varek’s focus sharpens instantly. “You are injured?”
“No,” I grit out, trying to stretch it without jostlingeverything elsewe’ve got going on. “Just—leg—cramp—fuck—” I shift, trying to extend my leg, and immediately regret it. “Okay—nope. That’s… that’s not how that works.”
“You are attempting to move independently,” he observes.
“Yeah, well,” I mutter, breathing through the lingering ache, “I’d prefer not to die because my body decided now was the perfect time to betray me.”
