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I’m neither. Not yet.
Another sharp yank, and I leave his mouth to lick his Adam’s apple. Forcing his head back, I suck hard on the flesh there and the following grunt of approval settles where I’m most sensitive. My breasts ache. Pussy is swollen and waiting.
I’m a virgin, but not prudish.
I know pleasure. Have touched myself many times, but it’s his cock that will soothe this burning desire. I want his knot.
“You’re heaven, Isabella. Made for me.” Another growl, and his praise makes me want to drop to my knees and present. To feel the pain and stretch of my first time, but there’s another need rising. “Give me your mouth, baby.”
“No.” With a coy smile, I rake my teeth from his neck to chin and back to his lips. Bite down on his bottom one while his dick presses against my entrance. Rubs back and forth, the swollen head nudging my bundle of nerves with each pass. “And you need to put me down.”
Without pause he does, not questioning or complaint, but that changes once I drop to my knees. The sight of me like this causes a feral sound to leave his lips, lips that are curving over his fangs while his chest vibrates.
He’s hard and thick, bobbing mere inches from my face while I scent him. My breathes caress the tip while my hands caress each thigh, sweeping my hands up from his feet to the V of his hips and back down again. And again. Three times until the bead of pre-come falls, marking the ground.
He’s a part of the land. Mine.
Instinct is a beautiful thing and I release control to my nature, taking the head between my lips while my tongue flicks the slit. The pure essence of him explodes on my tongue and I moan, arching my back while my knees widen, exposing my holes to the cool breeze. A sight he devours from above me, standing tall like the beast he is, his nostrils expanding while his hand clench into tight fists.
His claws cut him, tearing flesh open and blood seeps from the wound. Xadiel never flinches, merely brings one of the bleeding palms to my face and presses it to my cheek. Another mark. Another way to claim me, and I take him deeper into my mouth as a reward.
I know we have a lot to talk about and fix, to work on trust, but I’m a witch and claiming comes with emotion. In his own way, he’s always cared for me and that satisfies my nature. I’m preening for him, mouth full of cock, and the man smiles at me.
“You can take more, sweetheart. Let me kiss the back of your throat.” I do so with hesitation, relaxing my body the deeper he goes. I’m not an expert, but what I am is turned on by the way he groans—the purr of approval he gifts me—when I’m more than halfway down and stop to swallow. Then again, I hollow my cheeks on the downward stroke and add pressure to the underside with my tongue on the way up. “Good girl.”
It's rhythm he approves of. Pumps his hips to.
Slowly at first, Xadiel’s testing me and I meet him halfway every time, never giving up control and he doesn’t push for it either. It’s a process. Learning what he likes and how far I can go with his size, but when I pull off this time, I tap his thigh and he stills.
Licking my lips, I look up at him from beneath my lashes. “I want to try something.”
“I’m yours to do with as you please.”
“Thank you.” My body is alight with electrical pinpricks—the bond between us is strong although it’s not complete. Yet in this moment, I am so attuned to his every movement and breath, can feel his pleasure as if it were my own. There’s also pride a second later when I take him in deep and don’t stop until I press my lips to the knot at his base. The bulge is thick and vibrates against my mouth, growing the longer I worship it, but then I’m not.
In one swift move, I’m off his cock and turned around with his body hovering over mine.
Xadiel’s mounting me; his wolf is present in the claws gripping the ground and his fangs at the back of my throat. It’s feral, and I approve. My body craves this connection on the most basic level, and I give him a nod.
Words escape me. All I can do is feel and let go.
“I’m sorry, my female. I’ve wronged you, and that’s a burden I’ll carry for the rest of our lives.” His knees force mine further apart while his cock spreads my wetness from entrance to clit and back again. “Please know your hurt is mine. That I will one day earn your forgiveness.” The bulbous tip pauses at my hole on the next slide and he holds it there. “I will never let you go, little moon. No man or beast will cherish you more.”
My lips part to respond, but all that leaves me is a scream of rapture when he buries himself to the hilt in one smooth thrust. There’s a tinge of pain. I feel split in two, but a rightness accompanies the moment. I take him with no hesitation; I’m built to fit around him like a glove.
Inside me, Xadiel throbs yet remains still. He’s pulsing, the low throb relaxing my muscles while the knot at the base rests against the outside of my labia. Not pushing but massaging, and I shake beneath him.
I’m not in pain.
If anything, I want. “Please move.”
“Are you sure, sweetheart? I don’t want you in pain.”
My answer comes in the form of the squeezing walls, pulling him in deeper. “Need more.”
“Fuck, you’re perfect.” One hand retakes its place at my hip while the other lifts, and I look back at him from over my shoulder, catching the moment it comes down sharply on my asscheek. Right then left, and then once again. It stings and warms my skin, but Gods, does it feel good. “You’re mine, Little Moon. Death will never do us part.”
Xadiel pulls out slowly, dragging his heavy cock against my walls before slamming back in, and he doesn’t stop after. I’m ridden fast and hard and without pause. It’s heaven and hell converging, crashing into each other and leaving behind a mess of useless limbs.
