Claiming her again and again
Claiming her again and again
Xander POV
I bury myself deep inside her, and stay there for a moment. Lowering my head, I rest my forehead against hers, and fight back the urge to knot her right here. Her body is trembling violently beneath me, which just makes me want to knot her so much more.
She’s already drenched in sweat. She’s marked and wrecked by my hands, my teeth and my cock. She’s utterly ruined, but it‘ s not enough, I don’t feel like it ever will be enough.
My wolf is snarling in protest at the fact I’ve stopped, even if it’s only for a moment. He doesn’t like that I’m letting even a second pass by without claiming her again.
I pull out of her without warning. She lets out a choked whimper at the sudden loss, her legs are twitching as she tries to cling to me. I growl low, not in anger, but in warning. It’s a warning that I’m not finished yet, not even close.
Gripping her hips, I flip her onto her stomach, the roughness of my movements has her gasping. I don’t give her time to adjust or prepare. Holding her tighter, I drag her hips up, forcing her onto her knees, her ass now in air. Her forehead presses into the moss and dirt. She obeys everything instinctively. Her body is offering itself up to me, her submission driving a savage pride through my chest.
I position myself behind her, and slide my cock along her soaked entrance, savouring the slick heat. My head falls back as I feel her shuddering against me with need, then I thrust into her with brutal force. She cries out, the sound sharp and broken, and I growl in satisfaction.
This position is so much deeper, so much rougher. I take her like an animal, my hips slamming against the curve of her ass, my fingers bruising into her flesh as I yank her back onto me with every thrust. The sounds of our bodies colliding fill the clearing. It’s obscene but so fucking perfect.
Still, it’s not enough, it doesn’t feel like it will ever be enough.
I fist my hand into her hair, and yank her head up. It drags her back against my chest, and her head lolls against my shoulder, her body trembling and wrecked in my arms. I cup her throat with my free hand, feeling the rapid pulse under my palm. I squeeze it lightly, watching her reaction, and pull her closer to me with the hold.
She’s mine. Every trembling breath that she takes, every broken sound that she makes, it all belongs to me now. Every part of it.
I fuck her hard, thrusting my hips up into her with brutal precision, each stroke is harder and more punishing than the last. I want to make her feel every inch of me, so she remembers exactly who she belongs to. Me! She belongs to me in her mind body and soul.
“You feel that?” I snarl against her ear, thrusting harder. “No one else. No one ever will.”
She can’t answer me, not with words anyway. She does though sob out a broken moan that vibrates against my palm, and her body clenches around me desperately. Her orgasm explodes through her with so much power it’s beautiful.
I slam into her once, twice, then abruptly pull out again. She instantly sobs at the loss, and collapses forward onto her hands. Her body is still trembling violently, but I’m still not done.
Scooping her up, I cradle her against my chest. It’s like she weighs nothing at all, and I carry her with ease as I move again. I need her spread wide, I need her open and completely exposed under me.
Finding a fallen tree, I place her down over the mossy covered surface. Her back arches over the curve of the fallen tree, and she lis there, legs falling open, and eyes glazed with pleasure and exhaustion. Her lips are parted and I swear I can still her hear wrecked cries from me using her.
I shove her knees apart even wider and thrust back into her with a snarl, fucking her deeper, harder, in this new angle that makes her scream.
The tree supports her body, lets me take her with no mercy. I drive into her relentlessly, pinning her down with the weight of my body, grinding into the deepest parts of her that no one else would ever reach, or even dare to dream of. She feels like fucking heaven, and I will do everything I can do keep her.
I don’t stop, over and over, I tear orgasm after orgasm from her. Each one leaves her weaker and more helpless, until she’s nothing but instinct and trembling flesh beneath me, but she doesn’t ask me to stop, she pulls me in like she craves and needs more.
Still, I don’t let up, I don’t stop, I don’t knot her. Successfully unlocked!
Hours pass by in a blur of bruising touching, pusimy trusts and simy positions. Flipping her over, dragging her onto my la to ride me while I hold her throat and hips. Pressing her down until she’s gasping and begging incoherently. Forcing her onto her hands and knees again, pinning her beneath me, chest to chest, grinding down until her legs quiver and fail.
I take her in every way I can, over and over again. I take her every–way a wolf can take his mate, over the moss and dirt.
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Claiming her again and again
Against rough bark, tangled in the roots of trees, even on the bare earth where the moon witnesses every single savage thrust and every brutal claiming.
The moon has crossed the sky before I even feel it. Her body is spent, actually, it’s beyond spent. Her mind is shattered, and she’s a whimpering mess; her throat is raw from crying out for me..
My wolf howls inside of me, clawing to finally be allowed to knot her, to lock her to me in a way that nothing and no one can undo.
I thrust into her hard and deep, feeling her convulse around me again, and I finally go. I let my knot swell and lock inside of her.
She screams my name… My fucking name. It’s so wrecked, raw, broken open, and fucking beautiful. I hold her against me, caging her into my body and forcing her to take every single pulsing wave of my release as I empty myself into her. I fill her so much it leaks out around where we’re joined.
Panting harshly, I drop my forehead to hers, the bond between us a burning, brilliant thing. She’s mine forever, and maybe if she gets pregnant, that means she will give me a chance to make up for the wrong I did?
She’s clawing at me, like my knot is hurting her, and maybe it is. I held off on purpose, I held off so she could feel every inch of me.
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