Round One

Round One
Ivy’s POV

I cried out as he thrust into me…deep and sudden. My body stretched around him, my walls clenching hard as he filled me to the very end.

“Fuck,” I gasped, digging my nails into his back.

His jaw tightened, eyes squeezing shut for a moment as he fought for control. “So tight,” he growled. “So fucking tight. I can feel you choking my cock.”

He pulled back slow…torturously slow…until only his thick tip stayed inside me… then he slammed back in.

I moaned loud and shameless.

“Look at me,” he demanded.

I forced my eyes open. His gaze locked with mine…dark, intense, burning with possessiveness.

“Your body belongs to me now,” he rasped. “Say it.”

“Yes,” I breathed, my voice shaking. “It’s yours.”

He thrust again…harder. “Say it right.”

“It’s yours, Leo. Only yours…fuck!”

He caught my leg and pushed it higher, opening me even more. His thrusts became rougher, deeper, angrier…like he needed to fuck his name into me. Like he wanted me to feel him for days.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, dragging him down for a desperate kiss. Our tongues collided…messy, hungry, devouring each other. His thrusts rocked the bed, headboard slamming against the wall.

“Leo…oh God…”

“That’s it,” he grunted in my ear. “Say my name when you cum. Let the whole damn palace hear who owns you.”

The pressure built, that tight coil twisting harder and harder inside me. His hand slid between us, rubbing my clit…fast, ruthless circles that had me losing it.

“Fuck, fuck…I’m gonna…”

“Cum,” he commanded. “Now.”

And I broke.

My body locked around him, my orgasm exploding so violently I screamed his name like a prayer.

“LEO!”

He groaned, deep and feral, as my walls contracted around him in rapid waves, milking him. But he wasn’t done. Not even close.

He grabbed my hips and flipped me onto my stomach. Before I could breathe he hauled my hips up and shoved back into me from behind.

My scream was muffled in the sheets. “Leo!”

He pulled my hair, forcing my back to arch. His body crashed against mine with brutal rhythm, skin slapping against skin. He was lost in me…wild and relentless.

“You feel that?” he growled from behind me, thrusts sharp and punishing. “That’s how I fuck my wife. That’s how I ruin my queen. I make sure she never wants another man.”

“I don’t…I can’t…”

“That’s right,” he hissed. “You can’t even think. All you can do is take this cock. My perfect little mate…built to take me. Do you love being full of me?”

“Yes…yes, Leo…don’t stop…”

“I’m not stopping,” he snarled. “Not until I’m dripping out of you.”

Those words hit something dark and desperate inside me.

He yanked me back by the hair and bit down on my neck…not marking…just claiming. And just when I thought I couldn't take more…my wolf surged, powerful and hungry.

Another orgasm tore through me without warning. I screamed again, shaking, my body convulsing.

Leo didn’t slow. He fucked me through it, relentless. My legs trembled, my arms gave out, my face buried into the sheets as he rammed into me over and over.

Then he suddenly pulled out.

I gasped, empty and limp…until he flipped me onto my back again and pinned my wrists above my head.

His eyes glowed. His chest heaved. His voice dropped to something dangerous.

He thrust back inside me…deep, hard…burying every inch. His hand slid around my throat, not choking, just owning. His other hand gripped my hip. He fucked me slow and deep now…every stroke dragging against that swollen spot inside me that made stars burst behind my eyes.

Our eyes locked. It felt raw. Powerful. Too intense.

His lips brushed my ear. “I love you.”

Emotion slammed into me.

“I love you,” I breathed back.

His thrusts grew wild again…nearly savage…driven by instinct. By bond. By claim.

Then he lowered his head to my neck.

And he bit. Again.

“Mine,” he growled against my skin, fangs deep. “My queen.”

He came inside me with a violent groan…hot, thick pulses filling me as I shook beneath him…coming again with him…helpless against the mark and the bond tying us together.

My mate.
My husband.
My king.

And now…I was really his.

When his teeth finally released my neck, I collapsed against the pillows, breathing hard. My heart pounded. My body still trembled, over-sensitive from the mark. I felt him everywhere…inside me, under my skin, in my blood. Our bond pulsed like fire.

Leo stayed inside me as he hovered over me, his chest rising and falling. He didn’t speak at first. He just stared at me. Possessive. Dark. And satisfied like a man who had finally claimed what was his.

He dragged his thumb slowly across my lips. “Beautiful,” he murmured. Then he smirked. “But I’m not done with you.”

I shivered.

His eyes dropped between us where we were still joined. I felt him harden again inside me.

My eyes widened. “Again?”

He leaned down, brushing his lips over my jaw. “Again,” he echoed, voice thick and sinful. “And again. And again. You think I waited all my life, crossed realms, survived wars, fought half the kingdom just to stop after one round?”

My breath hitched. He pulled out slowly…only to thrust back into me harder than before. My body jerked, a helpless moan tearing out of me.

“Oh…fuck…Leo…”

He gripped my thigh and pushed it up against my chest, spreading me open as he pounded deeper. I could barely breathe. My body was already sore but greedy…needing more.

“I can feel your heartbeat inside your pussy,” he whispered darkly, thrusting so deep I saw stars. “You feel that? That’s our bond. You’re mine…here.” He pressed his palm over my heart. Then slid it lower…gripping my hips, slamming into me harder. “And here.”

My head fell back, mouth open as breathless sounds kept spilling from me. He fucked me in long, brutal strokes, dragging against every sensitive spot inside me.

“Turn over,” he said.

I was too weak to move.

So he flipped me himself.

My face sank into the pillows as he pushed me on my knees again. He slid back in from behind—making me whimper at how sore and full I was.

But the pleasure… God, it was twisted and addictive and perfect.

His hand fisted into my hair, yanking me back onto him. His other hand grabbed my hip, pulling me harder onto his cock as he thrust up into me from below.

“You feel that?” he growled in my ear. “Feel how deep I am? Nobody will ever fuck you like this. Nobody will ever touch you like this. You are mine.”

“I’m yours,” I moaned. “Leo…harder…please…”

“Fuck…say that again.”

“I’m yours!”

He slammed into me faster, hips snapping into mine so hard my legs shook. The sound of our bodies slapping filled the room. I could feel his abs hitting my ass. His cock hitting my cervix. His breath hitting my neck. His new bite mark still burning like a flame.

I was slipping. Losing my mind. Drowning in him.

“Touch yourself,” he ordered suddenly.

I whimpered but obeyed…sliding my hand between my legs to rub my aching clit. The pleasure shot up my spine.

“That’s it,” he rasped. “Play with your pussy while I fuck you. Cum on my cock again.”

My fingers moved faster. So did his thrusts. Everything inside me tightened. The pressure built too fast.

I shattered with a scream, shaking violently as my orgasm exploded again…hot, wet, and overwhelming. My vision blurred, my body trembling. 

I collapsed onto the bed…but he followed me down, thrusting into me slowly again. Deep. Possessive.

“Don’t stop,” I begged weakly.

“I’m not stopping until I fill you again,” he snarled into my ear. “I want you dripping with me. I want to see it leak out tomorrow when you walk. I want everyone to know your king bred you on your wedding night.”

A dirty moan spilled out of me.

“You want that?” he asked. “You want my cum leaking out of you?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

His thrusts went savage.

He grabbed my chin and forced my head to the side as his mouth hovered near the mark on my neck. “Then take it,” he growled. “Take every drop.”

He buried himself deep…growling as he came again, spilling hot inside me. I felt every pulse. Every throb. Every possessive claim he pushed inside me. I moaned helplessly, melting into the bed as I took it all.

He stayed inside me as he kissed my shoulder. Then my back. Then down my spine. Slower this time. Sweeter. Warmer.

“Round three,” he murmured against my skin.

My eyes widened. “You’re insane.”

He chuckled darkly against my throat. “Married you, didn’t I?”