Xander POV
I hold her against my, my chest rising and falling heavily. My forehead is still pressed against the damp skin of her neck. Her scent fills my lungs, it’s so thick and sweet, so potent that it sinks into my bones. The bond between us thrums louder now, it’s no longer frayed and broken. Now, it’s pulsing with fierce life, and vibrating through every corner of my body like a second heartbeat.
It should enough, what we just did. Tonight should be about release, about mindless sating of urges that The Calling demands. I should be able to walk away from her and find another willing body and lose myself again and again until the primal burn inside of me fades away. That’s the way it’s always been, the way it’s meant to be. The night is meant to be unbound, instinct pulling wolves to whoever calls loudest to their need.
Yet, here I am, buried deep inside of her, and the hunger only grows sharper. It’s for her though, I can’t force myself to touch someone else, the pure hunger is for Serafine only.
I slide my hands along the curves of her body, and memorize every dip, every mark, and the shape of her. The softness of her skin beneath my rough palms embeds into my mind. The need isn’t weakening, if anything it only intensifies more the longer I touch her and stay connected to her. Every small sound that falls from her lips, every tremor that moves through her slender frame claws at me.
My wolf should be restless for more, it should push me to others, craving fresh scent, fresh skin, and new submission. Only it doesn’t. It coils tighter within me, fixated solely on her, snarling low whenever I think of letting her go.
Confusion twists within my mind, and I try to make sense of this, try to find a reason, when there’s clearly none. I have lived through so many Callings before, and I know how they work. Yet my body, and my wolf deny what should be natural. They want only her, and they won’t accept a substitute.
I’m still hard inside her, the need hasn’t gone. There’s a deep aching pulse that leaves no room for thought.
I shift my grip on her hips, and drag her flush against my chest. She legs out a soft almost startled sound but there’s no fight in her. Only raw, broken need. Her body sags into mine, her breath shallow and fast against the side of my throat. Her scent is clinging to me like it’s a second skin, it’s thicker now, almost suffocating in its sweetness.
Sweeping one arm under her knees, I lift her easily from where she stands, her weight is nothing me, and her hands cling weakly at my shoulders. She presses her face against my neck, and I feel the fevered heat of her breath ghosting against my skin. I move, seeking a place that is not too far from the clearing but gives us a small bit of privacy. I just don’t want anyone to be able to see her body.
I find a place where the moss is thick and cool, and drop to my knees. I bring her down with me, spreading her out beneath the silvered light of the open sky. The moonlight splashes over her bare skin, and it highlights every curve of her body, and every mark I’ve left on her. It’s like it’s branded her as mine before the gods and the earth can dare to question it.
Not hesitating, I grab her thighs and pry them apart with a force that leaves no room for misunderstanding. I line myself up against her again. Thrusting inside her in one brutal claiming stroke, I bury myself deep until her breath tears out of her in a broken and helpless cry. Her nails rake down my arms, like she’s desperate to anchor herself against the violent invasion of her body, but I only growl low in my throat and drive deeper, setting a brutal and merciless rhythm that demands surrender with every punishing thrust.
There’s no care in my movements, no tenderness, only the raw, feral need to fill her, to take everything she is and carve my name into her soul. Her body tightens around me, yielding and clenching, trying to match my brutal rhythm even through the exhaustion wracking her limbs. Her wolf is quick to answer mine, not with resistance but with a desperation that mirrors the chaos burning through my blood. She arches against me, meeting every thrust, and sobbing out broken sounds that do nothing to temper the savage hunger that’s roaring inside of my chest.
Thrusting harder, I drive her into the moss and the dirt. Her scent wraps around me, it’s thick and heavy, and the bond between us seems to snap tighter with every violent connection of our bodies, until it feels like the world is nothing but the clash of our flesh and searing blaze of the bond anchoring us together.
She whimpers my name, ragged and wrecked, it fuels me. My grip on her tightens on her hips, and my teeth scrape harder along to curve of her throat as I pound into her with the single–minded determination of a wolf driven beyond reason. I’m no where near finished, I don’t slow, not even when I feel her tighten around me, when her body begins to tremble violently again. Not even when the sounds breaking from her throat become shattered cries of overwhelming pleasure. I fuck her harder, driving deeper, forcing her to break apart agarime again and again until there’s nothing left except the bond that is burning between us. Brutal instine Successfully unlocked! completely that she can’t forget who she belongs to.
I finish with a roar, but I still don’t stop, I don’t knot her. I just continue to fuck her, driving into her harder and deeper, wrenching another sob from her throat as she shudders violently beneath me. She claws helplessly at my back, like she’s desperate for more.
More
Pulling her legs higher around my hips, I lock her in place forcing her to tave every savage thrust, every brutal claim of my body into hers, until the sound of skin slamming against skin fills the air. It’s loud, filthy and sacred in the dark.
She cries out again, another orgasm ripping through her and her body convulses so hard around me that I almost lose control and knot her. I barely stop myself, I still explode inside of her, while thrusting deep, but I don’t knot.
Not yet, I am saving that, until the very end, so when I do, she feels it, I want her to feel every part of my knot, and she will
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