Total pages in book: 182
Estimated words: 171176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 856(@200wpm)___ 685(@250wpm)___ 571(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 171176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 856(@200wpm)___ 685(@250wpm)___ 571(@300wpm)
“Absolutely. I need to show off my mate—so quick and agile no one can catch her.”
Weston
Time started to slow as the orgasms decreased in fervency. I’d prolonged my knot once, having learned that if I just started actively pleasing my mate again, her ardor for me rose high enough that my body responded eagerly. She couldn’t seem to get enough of me, nor I of her. It was time to let it wane, though. We had the next phase of the claiming to get to.
She draped around me, her head on my shoulder and chest against mine. Her heartbeat—our heartbeat—pulsed strong and sure within us, something I’d heard happened with imprinting but had never really understood. Feeling it now was comforting. Reassuring, even, with my mate so close—closer than a bond. It was a primal feeling right in my middle, her heart given to me for safekeeping as was mine to her.
Fuck, this was heaven. I didn’t want it to end.
The pack lounged around us, having waited for over three hours at this point, which was definitely a record. A few people still lingered in the trees, the whole place having basically fled once we’d joined, ripping off their clothes as they headed for cover and the feel of flesh. Some hadn’t even waited to get into the trees before they reached for the first willing partner. Aurelia must’ve let loose her magic and convinced the whole party to join us in pleasure, not that they’d needed much prompting.
Most people partook in sexual activities during a claiming, watching the lead pair and feeling the heat. Some more than others, of course. A great many alpha pairs were arranged based on power and bloodlines. There often wasn’t much passion or desire, which withered most people’s interest. It was not so with my mate and me. We would’ve sparked heat without Aurelia’s magic; I’d heard enough rumors about how the pack viewed our compatibility to be assured of that.
The pack’s lust was why I hadn’t wanted Aurelia to look around. She would’ve clued in on what she’d done and felt bad about it, or maybe embarrassed. I hadn’t wanted that to ruin her experience.
I trailed my fingertips along her back as the king and queen rejoined the group, each wearing a slip like everyone else. It seemed no one cared about getting re-dressed into their finery. They probably figured they’d either shift soon or just end up banging again. Both were probably true.
“We’re going to head onto the next phase,” I whispered into Aurelia’s ear. “Are you ready?”
“No,” she grumbled without lifting her head from my shoulder.
I breathed her in, holding her close. The imprinting had mostly settled, though these tranquil effects and my extreme possessiveness and protectiveness over her would continue for days to come. I’d never heard of a shifter who’d disliked it.
“It’s time for you to bond with the pack.” I kissed my newly laid mark, and she shivered, moving on my cock again. “No, no.” I chuckled and held her still, making her groan. She liked when I showed my strength. “No, Little Wolf, stop. We have to stop now, baby.”
She pulled back a little, kissing me and letting her lips linger. “I don’t want to stop. I want to go back to your room and keep going until I am dripping with your seed.”
“Fuck,” I groaned, squeezing her close, mashing my lips against my mark. “We will. After all this, we will. But we have to take care of the pack. They’ve waited long enough.”
That made her quiet. She let her hands drift down my back.
“Fine,” she grumbled, kissing along my neck. “Let’s get this done. My wolf is eager for . . . you know.”
“They won’t take nearly as long.”
“Good.” She paused. “Oh, shut up, you can wait a little longer.”
Clearly, that was for her wolf.
My cock continued to settle down until she was able to slide off me and stand, her legs stiff. She held on to me as I stood, laughing as we clung to each other to stay upright.
“You must’ve been miserable,” she said as Finley and Nyfain slowly walked closer.
“I wasn’t. It was perfection. I wasn’t uncomfortable at all.” And I hadn’t been, not even a little. I’d only been able to focus on her body wrapped around mine, her solid weight, our heartbeat. “I love you.”
“Well,” Nyfain said as he stopped well away from Aurelia. Finley kept her distance from me. Wolves weren’t as volatile as freshly imprinted dragons, but we did have boundaries. “That was fun. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, I wish dragons could do that knotting.”
“That looked like a good time.” Finley’s eyes sparkled as she took in Aurelia. “Are you happy?”
Aurelia slipped her arm around my waist. “Yes. Very.”
Finley nodded. “Good. Okay, Nyfain and I are going to shift and take to the sky so that Aurelia doesn’t get weird and have wolves climbing trees trying to find a way to attack us. You guys can shift and do what you do. If there is a problem, give us a howl and we’ll help figure it out. No one is supposed to challenge, though, right?”