Page 108 of Full Moon
Diaval slides one hand between us, his thumb finding my clit and rubbing tight, precise circles that send sparks shooting up my spine. His other hand comes up to tease my nipples, tuggingand rolling the sensitive peaks until I'm nothing but sensation. I'm almost a constant moan now, a creature of pure need and pleasure, words beyond me.
Diaval looks over at Torben with glittering dragon eyes. "Forgetting something?"
"Oh shit. Sorry..." Torben rises onto his knees and cups my face, forcing me to meet his amber gaze. "Come for me, little wolf." The command shatters something inside me.
My core tightens down on both of them so hard I see actual stars exploding behind my eyes. A keening cry tears from my throat as I come undone, waves of pleasure crashing through me with the force of a tsunami. I'm dimly aware of Khal biting my shoulder, his fangs—his real fangs—sinking into my flesh, holding me in place as he buries himself to the hilt and follows me over the edge.
Every pulse of my orgasm makes his more intense, and every pulse of his seed flooding into me prolongs mine, until we're caught in an endless feedback loop of pleasure that leaves me boneless and shaking. Diaval, by some miracle, is still holding on—the stubborn, magnificent bastard.
When Khal finally releases my shoulder and slides free, leaving me achingly empty on one side, Diaval rolls us over. He cages me in his arms, his body covering mine completely, and his thrusts become erratic, desperate. Then he seats himself deep—deeper than before—and I feel it. His knots swell at the base of his cock, stretching me impossibly wide as it locks him inside me. A second later, the flare at his tip expands, pressing against my cervix with a fullness that steals my breath.
I cry out, not in pain but in overwhelming sensation, as the knot hits nerves I didn't know I had. Another orgasm crashes through me without warning, triggered by the pressure and fullness, and I sob against his chest as pleasure tears me apart.
Something settles deep within me as Diaval wraps his entire body around me—arms, legs curl around my calf. He holds me like I'm the most precious thing in existence, like he's afraid I might disappear if he lets go.
I hear the others leave the bedroom, giving us privacy for whatever this is.
The knot pulses inside me, and I feel Diaval's release—hot and endless, filling me with warmth that spreads through my entire body. We're locked together, tied in the most intimate way possible, and I've never felt more connected to another being in my life. I have no clue why Diaval knotted me again. But as I lie here, wrapped in his arms, his heartbeat steady against my ear and his seed warming my belly, I realize I don't need to understand.
Whatever the reason, I'm happy he did.
And somewhere deep inside me, my wolf purrs with satisfaction, content in a way she's never been before.
