Chapter 96 Do It - Amelia’s POV
"Aleksandr," I breathed, my back arching involuntarily as his thumb found a spot that sent sparks shooting up my spine.
He growled in response, the sound vibrating through his chest and into mine where our bodies pressed together. I could feel him hard against my thigh, his control evident in the tension that corded every muscle in his body. His fingers moved more deliberately now, parting inside me, stretching me in preparation for what was to come.
When he finally withdrew his hand, I whimpered at the loss. He shifted above me, positioning himself between my thighs, the head of his length pressing against my entrance. The size difference between us suddenly seemed impossible, and I tensed despite myself.
"Look at me," he commanded gently.
I did, finding his eyes, dark with desire but clear, present, focused entirely on me. "We don't have to do this," he said, though I could see the cost of that offer in the strain around his eyes. "We can find another way."
"No," I said, reaching up to touch his face. "I want this. I want you." I took a deep breath. "I'm ready."
He nodded once, then began to push forward, entering me with excruciating slowness. The pain was sharp, unexpected despite my preparation, and I couldn't hold back a small cry. He froze immediately, muscles trembling with the effort of remaining still.
"Breathe," he instructed, one hand stroking my hair back from my forehead. "Just breathe through it."
I did as he said, focusing on the rhythm of my breath until the initial pain subsided, replaced by a strange fullness that wasn't quite pleasure yet, but no longer hurt. I nodded, giving him permission to continue. He pushed forward, inch by careful inch, until he was fully seated within me, our bodies joined as completely as possible.
"You feel..." he groaned, eyes briefly closing as if the sensation overwhelmed him. "Perfect. Like you were made for me."
'We were,' Kaela purred, her satisfaction flowing through our bond.
After giving me time to adjust, Aleksandr began to move, each thrust gentle at first, then gradually building in intensity as my body relaxed around him. The discomfort faded, replaced by waves of pleasure that built with each roll of his hips. My hands found purchase on his broad shoulders, nails digging into skin as the sensations intensified.
"That's it," he encouraged as I began to move with him, instinctively finding our rhythm. "Let go, Amelia. I've got you."
My world narrowed to the points where our bodies connected, his chest against mine, his hands gripping my hips, him moving inside me with increasing urgency. Each thrust sent new sparks of pleasure through my body, building toward something I could feel approaching but couldn't quite name.
"Aleksandr," I gasped, the pressure inside me building to an almost unbearable point. "I… I don't…"
"I know," he growled, one hand sliding between us to press against the bundle of nerves at the apex of my thighs. "Let it happen. Come for me, my Queen."
The command in his voice, combined with the pressure of his fingers, pushed me over the edge. Pleasure crashed through me in waves, my body clenching around him as I cried out his name. Through the haze of my release, I felt him lean down, his mouth hot against my neck where it curved into my shoulder.
"Mine," he growled, his voice deeper, rougher than I'd ever heard it. His canines lengthened against my skin. "My mate. My Queen."
"Yes," I gasped, tilting my head to give him better access, instinctively knowing what he needed. "Mark me. Make me yours."
His teeth sank into my flesh at the exact moment he thrust particularly deep, the twin sensations of pain and pleasure so intense that I cried out, a second climax crashing through me without warning. I felt his canines pierce my skin, claiming me in the most primal way possible, completing the bond between us that had existed since the moment we'd met.
Kaela howled in triumph inside my mind, her presence surging forward with such force that I could almost feel the barrier between us bend. It thinned, becoming translucent rather than solid, allowing more of her to flow into me than before. But it didn't break, not completely.
'Close,' she whined, frustration colouring her joy. 'So close.'
Aleksandr pulled his teeth from my neck, licking the wound clean with careful strokes of his tongue. The mating mark would scar, a permanent symbol of our bond visible to any werewolf who saw it. His eyes met mine, pupils blown wide with pleasure and something deeper, love, wonder, gratitude.