Page 211 of Pucking Feral: Part Two

"Tell me if it's too much," I rasp, my hands tightening on her hips.

"Don't you dare stop."

She slams down and my knot catches. Her inner walls flutter and clamp, and white-hot flames surge up my spine hard enough to make my teeth ache.

My knot swells against her, insistent, relentless, and she rocks down into it with a whimpering moan. Her hands brace harder against my stomach, her palms slick with sweat now, fingers trembling.

"Take it," I growl, and my voice doesn't sound like mine anymore. The captain and pack alpha are long gone. There's just an alpha with his teeth bared and his mate impaled on his cock. "Take all of it, Ivy."

She sobs out a breath and pushes down one final time.

The knot locks inside her with a hard, wet pop and I come so hard my vision whites out.

Her back arches, her nails scoring red lines across my skin, and the roar building in my chest tears free, rattling the car windows. She clenches and milks my knot so hard I feel it in my godsdamned bones, my cock buried to the hilt, locked so tightly nothing in the world could separate us.

My dazed eyes slide to her shoulder. To the bare, shimmering skin where she burned away the mark of the man who hurt her.

And now she wants me to mark her.

My hand slides from her hip to the back of her neck. I feel her pulse jackhammering beneath my fingertips. Her head tilts, exposing the column of her throat, the slope of her shoulder, offering herself trustingly.

"Do it," she whispers against my jaw. "Thane. Please."

The pack alpha in me breaks the surface.

I surge forward, one arm banding around her waist to hold her still against the knot, and my mouth finds the scar on her shoulder. The warm skin is silky against my lips. She trembles in my arms, a full-body shiver that vibrates through us both where we're connected.

I open my mouth. Press my teeth against the pearlescent skin.

And bite.

The taste of copper floods my tongue and Ivy screams. Not in pain, or not just pain, because her pussy clamps down on my knot again in another shattering orgasm that rips through her. Her entire body bows into mine, her fingers fisting my open shirt, her thighs clamping around mine as much as they can.

The bond snaps into place.

I've heard about this before, in terms that make a bond sound like it'll be a warm, poetic, flowery glow blossoming in your chest. Real birds and the bees shit.

I don't expect it to be like a fucking nuke going off in my ribcage.

It slams through my chest, my ribs, my spine, detonating behind my sternum and branching outward like lightning through every vein in my body.

I feel her, inside my skull, inside my blood, woven into the marrow of me.

Every cell screaming IVY IVY IVY.

I press deeper into the bite, my jaw locking, sealing the mark with a low, possessive growl that hums against her skin and makes her whimper. My tongue drags across the wound, tasting iron and honeysuckle, soothing the sting even as my teeth hold.

Her fingers card through my hair, gripping, tugging. Her heartbeat is my heartbeat. I feel it pounding through the new thread strung between us, grafting my soul to hers.

When I finally loosen my jaw and pull back, the mark is already blooming red on her shoulder, overlapping the old burn scar. The healing cuts from my teeth stamped into the skin, merging the mark she left on herself with the mark of an alpha.

Her alpha.

My forehead drops against her shoulder, next to the fresh mark, and we stay like that for a few minutes, panting and locked. My knot pulses inside her, still locked, still pumping, and each residual throb makes us both quake.

Her fingers loosen in my shaggy hair, stroking now instead of pulling, soft and lazy.

And I feel her.