Page 101 of Ravaged Wolf

He wraps his rough hands around my sides, stroking the underside of my breasts with his thumbs. “Whatever you want, baby. However long you need. I could look at you like this forever.”

I arch my back, preening. He means it with his entire being.

“I want a knot,” I tell him, wriggling forward, grabbing his cock by its swelling base.

He groans out loud, and my pussy spasms. I want this male, every part of him, every bit of his attention. He belongs to me in a way nothing else does, not even my own body. He is mychoice.

I straddle his cock, notching it against my dripping slit, but before I can sink down, he bucks his hips, driving up inside me while his hands grip my waist so he can hold me in place as he fucks up into me from below. I have no other option than to ride.

His eyes close. His jaw clenches. His head tilts back,revealing the long line of his corded neck. He’s lost in it. Inme. I relax my inner muscles, taking him as deep as I can, whimpering and whining as I get closer and closer, and the greedy yearning in my belly coils tighter and tighter. With each thrust, my teeth clack together, and my knees thump the mattress. If I wasn’t being pistoned in place, I’d fall off.

I shove my hands between my legs, searching for my clit, as his eyes fly open.

“Trevor,” I cry. I want to keep going and do this forever, but Ihaveto come. I need it like air.

“You want my knot?” he gasps.

“Yes,” I shriek.

He grabs my hips, digging his fingers into the fleshy globes of my ass, and plunges inside of me one last time, shouting his release the second that I come and my pussy begins to milk his cock like a fist. My orgasm detonates. My body shakes, and my vision blurs.

His knot inflates, locking us together, stretching my channel to the limits. I look down. I can see it curving my lower belly like a little food baby.

“Whoa,” I mutter without thinking.

Trevor’s eyes clear, and the corners crinkle. He cups the small swell with his palm. “It doesn’t hurt, right?” By the calm way he asks, I know he doesn’t think it does.

“No. But it feels weird.”

“For sure.” He grins and then runs his hands down my arms and over my hips, scanning me head to foot, reassuring himself that I’m no worse for wear. He notices my knees digging into the mattress, so he grabs some blankets and stuffs them underneath as a cushion.

I feel boneless, but also oddly awake. The bond sings between us. The flow is mostly happiness and love, but every so often, a shard of fear or an echo of pain passesthrough like a twig carried along on a current. It’s okay. It doesn’t have the power to ruin this moment.

The past is part of us. It probably always will be. It made us, after all.

And I am happy, in the end, with the female I’ve become, and the male that Fate has given me.

“What are you thinking, beautiful?” he asks, massaging the base of my spine with his thumbs. After all the jostling up and down, it feels amazing.

“I’m thinking that I’m blessed,” I murmur.

The smile that he gives me back is almost as bright as the love shining in his eyes.