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“Now,” I managed. Likely, that would be the last word that would cross my lips before he finally buried himself inside me. The thought of him buried within me sent me into another desperate frenzy. I gripped the sheets on either side of me and bucked up toward him.
“Easy, Claire,” Jack said and brought himself up along my body. The tip of his cock brushed against my pussy. I dug my fingers into the muscles of his back. He must have taken the movement for trepidation, because he leaned forward, nuzzling me, shushing me.
“It’s okay, little witch,” he whispered against my ear as he notched the tip just inside my lips. “It’s going to feel so good, baby. I promise.”
His hips pressed forward, easing his long, thick cock inside me, bit by bit. I tensed, feeling the sting as he stretched me along his length.
“Hold on to me, Claire,” he said, gritting his teeth. I could feel the taut muscles of his back bouncing beneath my palms as he held himself back from plunging forward. The pain didn’t bother me. The stretch made me feel powerful. It reminded me I was finally getting what I wanted after so damned long. Finally becoming one with my mate.
I let my legs fall to the side, giving him all the room he needed to maneuver himself inside, even as my cunt grasped at him, eager to draw him in. The discomfort was negligible at this point. My body needed him deep inside me. I knew he felt that need as well because he moaned, long and low.
“That’s it, Claire. That’s my good little witch,” he said against me and my stomach dipped at the words. My pussy flooded with more slick, further easing his way inside. “Take all of me.”
I’d spent years dreaming of all the dirty things he’d say to me if he ever knotted me. But nothing could have prepared me for how I would feel when I heard his deep baritone voice saying those things. His teeth nipped at my earlobe as his lips traveled down my jaw, his lips finally meeting with mine. His tongue probed my mouth, seeking and searching, giving me a taste of what was to come when he would finally fall into a furious canter. I realized, with some surprise, that this was our first kiss. Somehow, it made sense that our first kiss would only come after he was already inside me. Nothing about the way we had come together had been traditional.
Pulling his lips from mine, he pushed himself further inside. Slowly, ever so slowly, he slid inside my pussy until his cock brushed against my cervix.
He looked down at me, his eyes so dark that I could no longer see any of the blue. He didn’t let his gaze falter as he pulled back and pushed back inside.
I moaned, loud and desperate, as the stretch and discomfort from earlier gave way to something more pressing. A sweet dipping sensation pummeled through my body as my pussy quivered around him.
“Claire,” he moaned, his head falling to my shoulder as he began to pump in and out of me. His rhythm was slow as my hands slithered down his back and over the slope of his ass. My fingers pressed into his firm cheeks. Jack brought his hand down to the back of my thigh, angling the limb upward to give him more space to maneuver.
And then he began to fuck me furiously. The headboard slapped against the wall behind us as his rhythm grew fast and furious. I was clawing, moaning and, as I hit my first release, my core grasped for the cock that was pounding inside me. My nipples, so damned sensitive, brushed against the coarse hair of his chest, sending shards of electricity through my body as I came apart.
Jack continued to pump, his dark hair falling over his brow as he stared down into my eyes. Sweat beaded on his brow as our bodies slapped against one another, the sound echoing through the room. I wanted to save this moment forever and bottle it, somehow making it so that I could draw on it anytime I needed.
Suddenly, Jack stilled. His eyes widened, and everything changed. His cock filled me up even more as his knot expanded. This was it. The moment I’d craved for so long. I’d listened, both envious and curious, when I’d heard other witches describe this feeling. I was certain that, after Jack had rejected me and continued to push me away, I’d never experience this. Once I had presented for Jack, it would have been impossible to let another warlock knot me. I knew that the only way I’d ever experience that glorious feeling of a warlock’s knot was if Jack finally took me.
And here he was, inside me. Filling me so completely as magic swirled around us. My witch’s body knew what to do instinctively. More slick flooded my channel as his knot grew larger. Jack groaned, his eyes closed against the torrent of feelings I knew he was experiencing. Somehow, he managed to open his eyes, staring down into mine as his knot fought for purchase.
His hips jerked in that familiar rhythm that both humans and witchkind knew, but his movements were shallow and quick as his knot locked inside me.
And then, his knot pulsed with that strange, brilliant magic. Sounds came from me I didn’t know I could make as his body grew rigid and tense above me. My hands ran up Jack’s sides, finally finding purchase as I dug my fingernails into his back. And then I held on tightly as his body locked in place with mine.
I knew that right now, he could claim me forever. He could solidify the bond and make it so that we were forever entwined. All he would have to do was ask. Say the words and I would be his forever. It would release the full fury of his magical knot and claim me so that there would be no doubt that I was his and he was mine.
I was too far gone to worry about the lack of our solidifying the bond between us. I only wanted his seed inside me now. I needed him to flood me with his cum, making me his.
My body jerked beneath his as his knot expanded further, locking us so that neither of us could move. My head rolled back as I moaned, losing eye contact with my warlock.
“That’s it, Claire,” he said, his words so strained, they were nearly inaudible. “Take it all.”
And then I felt it. That warm, primal magic flooded me, claiming me, even if Jack hadn’t claimed me. I brought my legs up, barely able to move, but still managing to lock my ankles around his back as I fought to keep him inside. Even though I knew there was no way we could separate until his knot loosened.
Soon, we were both unable to form words. He moaned and held me to him as his cock continued to pulse. I sunk my teeth into the flesh of his neck as I tried to keep myself tethered to the reality around me.
We stayed locked together until the sun sunk below the horizon. We were coated in my slick, his cum, and our mingled sweat, but I’d never felt so perfect in my life.
As his knot begin to release, I moaned, letting out a whimper, still not ready to let him go.
“Shhh,” he cooed. His voice was tired but soothing. “I’ve got you, my little witch. I’m right here.”
“I’m going to hold you to that,” I managed, before passing out.
