Chapter 99 ROGUE'S CLAIM 3

Chapter 99 ROGUE'S CLAIM 3
ROGUE'S CLAIM 3

LILA’S POV

The mating heat hits like a wildfire in the middle of the third night.

I wake up gasping, my body slick with sweat, every inch of my skin burning. The small cabin feels too hot, and too small. My thighs are soaked, my clit throbbing so hard it hurts. Draven’s scent is everywhere—on the furs, on me, in me. It drives the ache deeper, until I’m writhing, my hands pressing between my legs for relief that never comes.

Draven is already awake, sitting by the dying fire, his eyes glowing gold in the dark. His chest rises and falls fast, his muscles tense, his cock hard and jutting against his stomach. He’s been watching me, fighting it.

“Lila,” he growls, his voice raw. “It’s here.”

I roll toward him, my dress tangled around my waist, my breasts bare and heaving. “Make it stop. Please.”

He crawls over me, body heat rolling off him in waves. His mouth crashes onto mine, desperate, and devouring. His tongue strokes deep, tasting my need. I moan into him, my nails raking his back, pulling him closer.

He tears my dress off completely, fabric ripping. His hands are everywhere, gripping my breasts, pinching my nipples hard enough to make me cry out, then soothing with his hot mouth. He sucks one deep, his teeth grazing, his tongue swirling, while his fingers twist the other.

I arch, my legs spreading wide. “Draven inside me. Now.”

He growls against my skin, moving lower, kissing down my stomach, and nipping the soft flesh. He spreads my thighs roughly, his eyes locked on my pussy, swollen, glistening, and dripping for him.

“So wet for your mate,” he rumbles, his breath hot on my folds.

His tongue licks a long, slow stripe up my center. I buck, moaning loud. He pins my hips, devouring me, his tongue plunging deep, fucking me with it, then sucking my clit hard. His fingers join, three thick ones stretching me, curling to hit that spot that makes stars burst behind my eyes.

He eats me relentlessly, his beard scraping my inner thighs, his nose grinding my clit. The wet sounds fill the cabin, slurping, my juices coating his face.

I’m close, my belly tightening, my thighs shaking, but he stops, rising over me.

“Not yet.”

He flips me onto my stomach, pulling my hips up. His cock rubs through my slick folds from behind, teasing my entrance, sliding over my clit.

I push back, desperate. “Please—fuck me.”

He thrusts in slowly, one thick inch at a time. The stretch is exquisite, burning perfectly as he fills me. I feel every vein, every ridge dragging against my walls.

When he bottoms out, we both groan. He pauses, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise.

Then he starts moving slow, deep strokes that grind against my g-spot. His hips roll, his cock dragging out to the tip, then slamming back in.

The rhythm builds harder, faster. Skin slaps wetly, the cabin echoing with our moans and the creak of the floor.

His hand fists my hair, arching my back. The other reaches around, rubbing my clit in tight circles.

“Yes—harder,” I moan, pushing back to meet every thrust.

He pounds deeper, his cock swelling at the base—the knot forming. It presses against my entrance, stretching, teasing.

I feel it, pressure building, pleasure coiling hot and low. My belly tightens, thighs tremble, pussy fluttering around him.

His thrusts turn primal, hips snapping, balls slapping my clit. Sweat drips from his chest onto my back.

“Gonna knot you,” he growls. “Breed my mate.”

The words tip me over. My orgasm crashes over me, waves slamming through me, my belly clenching hard, my pussy spasming as I squirt around his cock, my juices soaking us both.

He thrusts once more, the knot pops inside, locking us. I scream in pleasure-pain as it swells fully, rubbing my g-spot relentlessly.

He grinds deep, hand still on my clit, prolonging my orgasm until I’m sobbing, and my body is shaking.

His teeth find my neck, planting a claiming bite sharp and perfect. Pain melts into ecstasy as he marks me.

Hot pulses fill me, his cum flooding deep, breeding me. It overflows around the knot, leaking down my thighs in thick rivulets.

He roars my name, biting harder, sealing the bond.

We separate slowly as the knot deflates. His cum gushes out, pooling beneath us.

He turns me, pulling me into his arms, licking the bite tenderly.

“My mate,” he murmurs, his voice soft now.

I nuzzle his neck, feeling the bond—bright, unbreakable.

Outside, the moon watches.

Inside, we’re finally whole.