Chapter 137
Lyra's POV
The familiar scent of him—smoke, and raw power—filled my nostrils, making my wolf stir hungrily despite my conflicted heart.
"Show me how grateful you are," he commanded, pushing me to my knees. His voice was thick with desire, making my stomach clench with a mixture of excitement and obligation.
I obeyed without hesitation, unfastening his pants to free his already hard cock. It stood thick and imposing before my face, pulsing with dominant energy, the musky scent of his arousal making my mouth water against my will.
I took him into my mouth, working him with practiced motions as his fingers tangled in my hair, controlling my rhythm, pushing himself deeper until I struggled to breathe. The weight of him on my tongue, the stretch of my jaw, the slight pain of his grip—all familiar sensations that my body had learned to crave.
His groans of pleasure filled the room as I serviced him, tasting the salt of his pre-cum on my tongue. My own body responded traitorously, wetness gathering between my thighs even as my mind remained partly detached. The wooden floor bit into my knees, but I welcomed the pain—something real to focus on besides the emptiness I felt inside.
"Good girl," he praised, his voice husky. The words shouldn't have pleased me, but they did.
When he finally pulled me up, he tore away the rest of my clothes and pushed me onto the bed. The cool sheets against my heated skin made me gasp. His mouth descended to my breasts, teeth grazing my nipples before moving lower, leaving a trail of fire wherever he touched.
His tongue found my wet center, exploring my folds with demanding strokes that made me cry out and grip his hair. Each flick sent electric currents racing through my body.
Two fingers thrust inside me, curling to find that spot that made my back arch involuntarily. My walls clenched around him, hungry for more, betraying my need despite my emotional uncertainty.
"Always so ready for me," he murmured against my inner thigh, his breath hot on my sensitive skin, his beard slightly scratching the tender flesh there, adding another layer of sensation that made me whimper.
Soon he was covering my body with his, his powerful form dominating mine completely. The weight of him pressed me into the mattress, his chest hair tickling my nipples, his heartbeat a steady drum against mine. The contrast of his hot skin against mine made everything more intense, more immediate.
He held my wrists above my head with one hand, asserting his control, while the other guided himself to my entrance.
When he finally thrust his cock inside me, it was with the same calculated precision he applied to everything—powerful, relentless, stretching me to my limits. The fullness was overwhelming, the friction exquisite. My body welcomed him even as my heart searched for something deeper.
Each thrust pushed a small sound from my lips, the headboard banging rhythmically against the wall, our skin slapping together in a primal beat. I wrapped my legs around his waist, taking him deeper, my body seeking release even as my eyes searched his face.
I watched his face as he took his pleasure, the cords in his neck standing out, his jaw clenched in concentration. His scent changed, becoming more wild, more wolf, as his climax approached. I searched for some sign that I was more to him than just a loyal soldier warming his bed, but his eyes revealed only lust and possession, no tenderness this time.
And still, when he reached between us to circle my clit with his thumb, my body responded instantly, trembling on the edge of release.
My wolf howled inside me, craving completion, craving his mark on my neck. Kassak's fingers worked mercilessly against my clit, circling and rubbing with brutal precision that left me no choice but to surrender. The dual hunger—physical and emotional—tore through me as my climax crashed over me in waves, leaving me gasping his name despite myself.
I thought of what I'd glimpsed between the Moonshade Alpha and his mate—that connection that existed even amid betrayal and pain. Something beyond the physical. Something I'd once had, long ago, before hunters' bullets tore my mate from me.
For the first time, I found myself wanting more than just Kassak's body and approval. I wanted what wolves were meant to have—a true mate, a mark, an acknowledgment of being chosen.
I didn't want my child born without his father's acknowledgment, I didn't want him to be seen as just another packless offspring.
In his moment of temporary satiated calm, I seized the opportunity to speak.
"Kassak," I whispered, tracing the muscled contours of his chest. "I've been thinking..."
"Hmm?" He seemed distracted, already thinking of pack business.
"We've been together for almost two years now," I continued carefully. "Would you... would you consider marking me? Making me officially yours?"
His body tensed, and he pulled back to look at me, surprise evident in his eyes. "A mating mark? Why this sudden interest in formalities?"
I hesitated. "I just thought—"
"Is my bed not enough satisfaction for you?" His tone was light, teasing, but there was something else beneath it. "They say the pleasure is more intense after marking. Is that what you want, little wolf? More intense sensation?"
Before I could respond, he flipped me onto my stomach with brutal efficiency, yanking my hips upward. Without warning, he slammed his cock into me from behind, the force driving the breath from my lungs in a strangled gasp. My fingers clutched desperately at the sheets as he established a punishing rhythm, each thrust harder than the last.
"This is what you need," he growled, his hand coming around to grip my throat, applying just enough pressure to make my vision blur at the edges. "Not marks. Not promises."
I tried to speak, to continue my request, but he drove deeper, hitting spots that sent electric shocks of pleasure-pain through my core. His other hand reached beneath to roughly circle my clit, forcing pleasure through me even as he used my body to make his point.
"Is this intense enough for you?" he demanded, his hips slapping against my ass with bruising force. His grip tightened in my hair, yanking my head back at an angle that exposed my throat—the very spot where a mating mark would go—but his teeth never came close.
My words dissolved into incoherent moans as he relentlessly pounded into me. My body betrayed me, clenching around him, approaching climax despite the dismissal of my deepest desire. When he reached around to pinch my nipples with calculated cruelty, I shattered around him, my scream muffled as he pushed my face into the mattress.
He continued his assault through my orgasm, using my convulsing body for his pleasure until he finally tensed, emptying himself inside me with a triumphant snarl. The conversation about marking lay as dead between us as my ability to form coherent thoughts.
I let him distract me with his body, but the question hung unanswered between us.
Later, as we lay in the darkness, his arm draped possessively across my waist, he asked, "Satisfied now?"
I took a deep breath. It was time.
"Kassak, I'm pregnant."