Chapter 40 The Knotting
Aurelia
With one savage, unsparing thrust, he buried himself to the hilt. He stretched me so wide, my pussy walls vibrating inside me as the scream tore out of my throat before I could stop it.
My nails raked down his back, drawing blood.
He didn’t flinch. He just rumbled out a raspy curse and started fucking me against the wall like he wanted to press himself into my bones.
Talking about Mace had triggered something inside him. He was feeling jealous, and it was why he was fucking like a caveman.
His heavy balls slapped wetly against my entrance with every punishing snap of his hips, the obscene sound echoing off the walls.
Each thrust drove me higher up the wall, pinned exactly where he wanted, exactly how he wanted me: helpless, open, and his.
“Fuck—yes—right there,” I moaned, my voice breaking into pants and gasps.
“Riiiight there—Zhayad—don’t stop—” My wetness was dripping down my thighs, and when I looked down, it was pooling slowly on the floor.
He lifted my hips higher, angling deeper, his thick, long cock spearing in and out of my pussy.
“No one,” he snarled against my throat, teeth grazing the claiming mark, “will ever bring you pleasure like this. Not Mace. Not any fucking warlock. Not anyone.”
“Then fuck me harder, Zhayad. Give me all of you.” I said, teasing him, pushing him over the edge.
He pounded harder, his cock dragging against every sensitive inch inside me until I was sobbing, dripping down his thighs, my walls weeping from the excess pleasure.
“You feel that?” he rasped, one hand fisting my hair, yanking my head back so I had to look at him.
“That’s me, claiming every fucking part of you.
This cunt—”
Another brutal thrust. “—is mine. These tits—”
He palmed one breast roughly, pinching the nipple until I arched with a cry.
“—mine. Every scream, every shiver, every drop of wetness, mine, Aurelia”
I couldn’t speak anymore. Only broken moans and pleas spilled from my lips as he fucked me senseless, his abdomen pressing against mine every time he slammed inside me.
I didn't want this to end, I wanted him to keep fucking me until I passed out, because Zhayad was doing things to me I couldn't explain.
He shifted, pulled out suddenly, leaving me empty and clenching around nothing.
Before I could whine, he spun me around, bent me so my head was between my legs. Then he kicked my legs wide.
“Cross your hands on your toes, Aurelia.” he ordered in a gravelly voice.
I obeyed without hesitation, the position exposing me completely. My breasts filled my vision, my nipples red from Zhayad's earlier ministrations.
Because my breasts were full, I couldn't look between us without holding my breasts to get them out of the way.
Zhayad reached around me and grabbed both breasts, then pulled my nipples in opposite directions.
“Oh, Zhayad. If you don't fu-”
He slammed back in from behind, and he went deeper this time, his cock stretching me open all over again.
“You’re an addiction, Ara,” he growled, his voice wrecked and reverent all at once. “Do you know what I want to do to you?”
One hand slid up my spine, his fingers knotting in my hair, and yanked my head back so my throat arched for him.
“I want to mark you with my teeth. Every inch of you. Until there’s not a single spot on this body that doesn’t carry my bite.”
I let out a startled moan when he started to grow bigger and wider inside me. My hips kept rocking back greedily, chasing every brutal thrust, but then I froze, my breath catching, because his size kept increasing, swelling thicker, longer, until it felt like three cocks were splitting me open at once.
My hands quivered from the strain of standing with my arms crossed over my toes for too long.
When he kept stretching me, impossibly bigger, I started to protest, my voice cracking.
“Zhayad—wait—what’s happening—I’m too full—oh fuck—”
Behind me he was growling, grunting, moaning, low, animal sounds that vibrated straight through his cock into my core.
His hands clamped down on my hips like iron.
“I’m going to knot inside you now, Aurelia,” he rasped, his voice strained, almost broken with need.
“My wolf can’t wait anymore.”
I nearly collapsed when he started moving again with slow, deliberate rolls of his hips that made the swollen base grind against my entrance.
The pressure was insane, stretching me to the limit, filling every inch until I couldn’t tell where I ended and he began.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he groaned. “I could live in this position forever.”
He lifted me suddenly, off my feet, my legs now locking around his powerful thighs, my body suspended as he fucked me mid-air.
My breasts bounced with reckless abandon, smacking each other, my hair swinging wildly.
He pounded in and out, deeply, relentlessly, holding me weightless while the knot swelled even more, locking us together with every thrust.
I thought I was going to burst open from the pleasure and pressure alone. I was too full, too stretched, too everything.
“I’m going to come!” I screamed, wetness dripping faster, slicking him so he slid in and out with filthy ease even as the knot grew impossibly thick.
.
“You don’t come until I say so.” He warned.
His pace turned punishing, my hair whipping across my face as I yelled incoherent pleas, my body shaking uncontrollably.
“I’m comiiiiiing!” I sobbed—couldn’t stop it, squirting hard around him, my walls spasming wildly, soaking his cock, his thighs, the floor beneath us.
Zhayad roared, a primal, triumphant sound and slammed deep one last time.
The knot locked fully, sealing us together, stretching me to the absolute limit as he came with a guttural growl, flooding me with pulse after thick, hot pulse.
I felt every jet deep inside me, marking me, claiming me, owning me completely.
I shattered again, screaming loudly, my body convulsing around the knot that wouldn’t let go.
Pleasure crashed so hard I blacked out for a second, my vision whiting,
He held me through it, his strong arms cradling me mid-air, growling soft praises against my back.
“Good girl… so fucking perfect… taking my knot like you were made for it…”
When the waves finally eased I was limp, dangling in his hold, still locked around his swollen knot, dripping with both our release.
He eased us down slowly, still joined.
“You'll be pregnant after a few weeks. I never thought your body would be able to handle it.” He said as he carried me to the bathroom.
“You heard what they said at the breakfast table, about my kind. What if I'm unable to take in?” I asked him.
He didn't answer.