He threw me back down on the bed now, rutting into me with a fierceness I craved, because my hips were slamming back against his, taking him deeper, harder, right where I needed him. Then I wrapped my legs around his hips as I took his every stroke, just bearing down, until finally, his knot locked inside me.
“Fucking hell!” he snarled. “Jesus, Riley, fuck…fuck…”
His ragged words let me know what was coming, and I turned my head, giving him a clear path to do what he needed to. Tears formed in my eyes, made of pleasure and relief and satisfaction and need as he bit down, claiming me as his. As he licked my skin clean, his cum pulsing inside me, I forced his head back and did the same.
When Fen finally pulled free,Blake was waiting, looking too pale as I crawled closer.
“Riley,” he said, pulling back, but I wasn’t having that. He was still clothed, so I started to remove them with quick fingers and quicker claws. “We don’t have to do this today.”
“Yes, we do,” I replied with absolute certainty.
“I’m big. We got stuck last time,” he said, taking my hands by the wrists and pushing them gently to the sides. “We didn’t spend long enough preparing you.” He waited until I stopped fighting him and had my full attention. “We can wait. I can tend to you more. I could—”
“Take me as yours as I’m going to take you as mine,” I replied, staring back. “Blake…”
He let me go as I moved up, pressing my lips to his forehead, his body softening as a result. I kissed down the harsh planes of his face before finding his lips, and that small moment of waiting made mockery of his words. He grabbed me then, holding me close, taking over the job of kissing and doing it with considerable care, but I pulled back for a second.
“If you hurt me, would you stop?”
“Of course, I—”
“Then that’s all I need.” I smoothed back his hair. “That and you.” His eyes followed mine as I undid his jeans, peeling them back and pulling him hard and wanting from within. “Maybe I need exactly this?” I bent down and placed a kiss on the crown of his cock, and he hissed in response. “Maybe I want to fight it, to work so hard to stretch over your knot.”
His hands had been stroking lightly over my back, but they moved now, going to my skull and gripping it tighter.
“Maybe I need only what you can give me. Are you going to hold that back, what I need?”
“As if I bloody could,” he rumbled then, hauling me up so I dangled in his arms. “If it hurts, you’ll tell me.”
“I’ll tell you if it hurts bad. I’ll tell you if it hurts good,” I promised. I smiled then, feeling a lightness inside me now. “I’ll tell you anything you want, if you make me yours.”
I didn’t want or need any more foreplay. I was half delirious with what they’d done to me so far, but he settled me down so I straddled his thighs, and then those big hands, that were able to cook such amazing food, went to work.
A single finger slid down my chest, and my eyes followed it, right until it veered off, the finger retracted, the palm covering my breast, almost squeezing it experimentally before Blake glanced up at me.
“I need more time.”
“Take me, Blake,” I said, almost pleading. “Take me, and you’ll have all of my time for the rest of my life.”
I couldn’t stand his reticence anymore. His eyes jerked up, narrowing as he stared into my eyes, and I was willing to bet they were completely silver now because my wolf stared out.
This was a mate that would care for us, look after us, love us forever. He wanted to make sure everyone was OK, unable to bear another’s pain, and we could see him then, with little boys on each hip, doing the best by our kids. We could also see so much more of what we had already experienced—lazy evenings lying on the swing in the yard, afternoons spent baking together in the kitchen, him hovering over us to make sure we did things right, hands in my hair, arms holding me still, lips pressed to my forehead.
He was my mate, and it was time I made him so.
“If this doesn’t work, I’ll bite you anyway,” I promised him. “Because I’m not letting you walk out of here without my claiming mark on your neck. And you can claim me.” My voice became smaller then, and his grip tightened in response. “Let’s just take each other as mates and make this pack a thing. We can work out everything else later.”
That seemed to settle him then, and when he relaxed, I felt like I could move over him, grasping that thick cock by the root and then lowering myself down.
I saw his point as soon as we started this. Initially, it was just fucking amazing. I was starting to crave the stretching feeling each one of them gave me, and as I rocked back and forth, slowly sliding down, I got that in spades.
I started to pant as I got deeper and deeper, his eyes widening as I let out a little moan, but when I smiled through it, my spine feeling long and loose, his hand moved. He needed to be reassured I wanted this, I think, but now he could see me taking pleasure in him, his hands reached for more. His thumb pressed against my clit, forcing me to sink lower, the two sensations, of being stuffed and being stroked, working together to create magic, one which seemed to summon other practitioners. Haze slid in behind me, his mouth on my neck, his hands covering my breasts.
“You’re gonna take him, aren’t you, Riley? You’re gonna take all of your mate’s cock.”
“Yes…” I breathed.
“She feels so fucking good, doesn’t she? We’ve been waiting our whole lives for this, Blake…”