Page 432 of Pucking Feral: Part Two

"Oh fuck…"

His purr deepens approvingly, holding me steady while I adjust. His broad chest heaves under my palms, his scars burning hot even in the freezing air, and I swear steam rises off his skin into the night.

When I'm fully seated, we both go still.

I open my eyes and find him watching me.

He isn't even looking at the glorious show above us. His eyes are on me and me alone, his sharp teeth slightly parted with his soft, panting breath, ice flecks clinging to his dark lashes.

They're the same color as your eyes, he signs, gazing at me.

"Wh-what are?" I ask, breathless.

He points up, and I look, up at the shimmering blue-green aurora overhead, lighting up the dark. My heart flutters as I look back down at him, at the sign he's making with one hand, index and little finger and thumb extended.

I love you.

"I love you, too," I whisper.

He bends down, his dark hair falling forward to tickle my face, and gently licks at my mouth. He's already moving, every drag of him inside me pulling new sounds out of my throat.

His purr builds until my whole body vibrates with it as he thrusts up into me, deep and deliberate, and I cry out, my fingers digging into the scarred muscle of his chest and shoulders.

The world falls away until there's only us and the night. His body under mine. His eyes locked on my face. The green and blue fire crawling across the sky above us.

"Harder," I gasp. "I can take it, I promise⁠—"

He snarls, low in his throat, and gives it to me.

I lose track of everything.

Time. Cold. The fact that we're naked on a frozen lake in the middle of fucking nowhere. There's just the building pressure of his knot swelling against my pussy, his breath coming faster and rougher through his teeth where the sharp edges graze against my throat.

"Yes," I pant. "Yes, yes, yes⁠—"

The stretch is immense, the cold air prickling all along my skin as I grind down on his cock, trying to open up more for him, his massive knot pressing deeper into my folds with every thrust up into me.

He’s so big, I have to reposition myself to take all of him. I writhe in his lap, twisting against him, his mouth finding my breast again and lapping at my nipple as I lift myself up on one knee to change the angle just enough that he can enter me fully.

His knot presses harder, harder, and I grind down, letting gravity help. With one final push and a snarl tearing out of him, the steam from his breath pouring from his teeth like dragon’s smoke, he drives up into me one last time and the knot locks us together.

I shatter. I hear myself sobbing his name, both his names.

One hand comes up to cradle the back of my head, scarred fingers sliding into my hair. The other pushes his coat off my shoulder, then my own beneath it, baring the layered marks.

My old burn scar.

Thane's bite.

Whiskey's.

Plague's.

Valek's.

All of them silvered and waiting for the final claim.

The claim of the first alpha who ever made me feel safe.