I need more of her—all of her. I pull Mona off me and have her stripped bare and under me in seconds. When I part her thighs, her pink pussy is already wet with slick. My fingers trace the curve of her thigh, teasing her skin up to her core. “Please,” she whimpers, arching into my touch.
Parting her folds, I push inside with excruciating slowness, my eyes locked on the sight of my thick cock disappearing inside her body, savoring every inch she takes. Her eyes flutter closed, legs locking around my back, pulling me deeper. I press my forehead to hers, swallowing her gasps as I build a punishingrhythm—torturous, slow withdrawal, then deep, savage thrusts. I pick up speed, fucking her with increasing urgency, the slick heat of her body gripping me like a vise with each thrust.
Mona’s voice fractures. “I love you, Orion.” Her fingers snake through my hair, digging into my scalp, forcing my eyes to meet hers. “I love you,” she hisses through clenched teeth.
My hips pull back slowly, savoring the friction as every nerve ending in my cock fires against her tight heat, then drive forward with such brutal force, she gasps my name. “You—” I growl, my voice inhuman. I pull out just to the tip, then slam back in. “Are—” Her nails rake down my back. I withdraw again, achingly slowly, watching her back arch with demand. When I finally thrust back, the impact sends a shockwave through her body, tits bouncing as she cries out, head thrown back in ecstasy, thighs quivering against mine as her body welcomes me deeper than I’ve ever been. “Mine!” The word tears from my throat as I drive my knot deep inside her, and it swells and locks us together. Her walls pulse around me, matching my need, and she’s incoherently sobbing my name.
My teeth are burning. My jaw unhinges. Mona’s scream rips through the air, “Yes!”
And then I sink my incisors into her shoulder, breaking skin, tasting copper, then honey and sweet flowers. She convulses beneath me, gurgling screams of pleasure, strangled primal sounds, and my entire life flashes before my eyes. Fuckingdetonates. Everything lights up, realigns. There was before. And then after.
Then and now.
Darkness and light.
Pleasure dances along the bond, and I barely register her tiny teeth on my shoulder, biting into my flesh. Our bond comes alive, my climax shooting out of my cock. Her pussy squeezes my knot so fucking tight I nearly black out. We’re not eventhrusting. We’re on another plane. She comes with so much force, through the bond I can feel her orgasm like it’s my own and it restarts mine. It’s never-ending.
I think I’m shouting her name. I think the sky is blue. I think we’re outdoors. I’m not sure.
All I know is that I love Mona. I love my mate more than anything in existence, and now she is unequivocally, irrevocably mine.
The wind picks up. I only register it because Mona’s skin, slick with sweat, cools down quickly. She shivers, making her pussy quiver around my cock. Another spurt of cum. A zap along my spine. My balls twitch. My body shakes. My mind slowly returns to the plane of existence.
“Fuck,” I rasp.
Then laugh. And she laughs, too.
“You’re pretty fucking awesome, Orion,” she says again, languid and lazy. I kiss her lips. Her cheeks. Her eyelids. I cover her face and neck in kisses because I can’t get enough.
A strange bird sound pulls my attention north. I look over. Across the cliff, a massive bird sits perched on a tree branch, watching us. Is that…?
An odd sensation tingles down my spine. When I blink, suddenly, the bird is gone.
In the distance, storm clouds gather on the ridge. That metallic scent of rain before the clouds break grows heavy. Having no interest in moving, but knowing I need to get my mate home before the rain, I slowly pull out. My knot hasn’t softened completely, but enough that it pops in release.
Our cum spills out of her. I watch in satisfaction as it darkens the boulder beneath her.
“Neanderthal.”
I laugh and look up. Mona’s bemused grin goes from me to the wet splash of our combined fluids. Her honey scent spills out of her. The floral mixes with the storm. It’s intoxicating.
“Come.” I stand, then help her quickly dress. And because I am a Neanderthal, I throw her onto my back and carry her out of the woods, hurrying along the trail until we’re back at the truck. She shrieks, just as the raindrops pelt our backs, before we’re inside the cab.
My bond with my mate is synapsing. I can feel everything. It’s chaotic, like there are too many phone lines ringing. I have to figure out which ones to pick up.
And there, faintly, in the background… I can feel Silas.
My brooding pack mate.
The woods, the sky, the taste of her still on my tongue—it all blends together, and he can feel it all, too.
He can think what he wants, but there’s no fucking way I’m letting him leave us.
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Chapter 17: Silas
“There’s a good boy,” Hilde coos like I’m a pup. She shoved me down into a chair and began piling food onto a plate after she hugged me within an inch of my life, then slapped me upside the head for not stopping to see her the moment I got to town. I tried to explain that I’d been here all of a day and a half, but apparently that’s no excuse.
