His thumb traced lazy circles on the small of her back, the heat of his palm seeping through the thin cotton of her nightgown. Hannah nuzzled deeper into the crook of Darius's neck, breathing in the wild scent of pine and earth that clung to his skin—a scent that had become her definition of safety. The full moon cast silver stripes across their tangled limbs through the half-open window, illuminating the powerful line of his shoulder, the corded muscle of his arm wrapped possessively around her waist. She could feel the low, steady thrum of his heart against her cheek, a rhythm so much slower and more potent than her own frantic human pulse.

"I'm ready," she whispered into the warm hollow of his throat, the words tasting both terrifying and inevitable on her tongue. "I want it all. I want you to… tie us together." Her fingers curled into the soft hair on his chest, feeling the sudden catch in his breath, the subtle stiffening of his entire body beneath her. It wasn't fear; it was a predator going perfectly still at the scent of its mate's surrender.

Darius shifted, rolling just enough to look down at her, his amber eyes glowing with an inner light that was more than just a reflection of the moon. His gaze was intense, searching hers for any flicker of doubt. "Hannah," he rumbled, his voice a gravelly caress that vibrated through her bones. "You know what you're asking for? It won't be… gentle. Not completely. The bond… my wolf… it's a claiming." His large hand came up to cup her jaw, his thumb stroking over her bottom lip with a reverence that made her ache.

"I know," she breathed out, turning her head to press a kiss to his calloused palm. "I've known for months. I'm not afraid of your wolf. I want all of you." She let her own desire bleed into her voice, letting him see the truth blazing in her eyes. "I've felt him pacing under your skin every time we kiss goodnight. I want to feel him let loose." To emphasize her point, she arched her back slightly, pressing the softness of her belly against the hard ridge of his cock straining against his sleep pants. A guttural sound ripped from his chest, half-growl, half-moan.

"Gods, Hannah," he groaned, dipping his head to capture her mouth in a searing kiss that was nothing like their previous careful ones. This was all teeth and desperate hunger, his tongue plunging deep to taste her submission. He rolled them fully so he blanketed her smaller frame, one thick thigh slotting between hers as he ground himself against her core through their clothes. The friction was electric, and she cried out into his mouth, bucking up against him instinctively.

"You're sure?" he demanded against her lips between frantic kisses, one hand sliding down to grip her hip hard enough to bruise while the other tangled in her hair. "You're ready for me to fuck my knot into your sweet little cunt? To lock us together while I fill you up? It's going to stretch you wide, baby. You'll feel every fucking inch."

"Yes," she gasped, the word tearing from her throat as his fingers dug into her flesh. "Fuck yes, I'm ready. I want to feel you stretch me, Darius. I want your knot."

That was all the permission his wolf needed. With a snarl that was pure animal instinct, his hands tore at her nightgown, the thin cotton shredding like tissue paper beneath his claws. The cool night air hit her bare skin just before the scorching heat of his mouth descended on her nipple, sucking the tight peak deep into his mouth while his free hand cupped her other breast, squeezing almost painfully. She cried out, arching off the bed as he lavished her tits with rough, wet attention, his tongue circling and flicking while his teeth grazed the sensitive flesh.

His mouth left her breast with a wet pop, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down her trembling stomach. "You smell like heaven," he growled against her skin, his voice thick with lust. "Like fucking perfection. My cunt. My mate." His fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties and ripped them away, tossing the shreds of lace across the moonlit room. He buried his face between her spread thighs, inhaling deeply before his tongue lashed out in one long, wet stroke from her entrance to her clit.

Hannah screamed, her hands flying to his hair as he devoured her pussy like a starving man. His tongue was relentless, fucking into her tight hole before swirling around her swollen clit, sucking the sensitive nub between his lips while his thumbs spread her wider. She could feel the wetness coating his chin, her own arousal slick and abundant as he drank from her. "Taste so fucking sweet," he mumbled against her flesh, his words vibrating through her entire body. "Gonna make you come all over my face before I stuff your cunt full of my cock."

Before she could process his words, two thick fingers plunged deep inside her, stretching her walls with a delicious burn. She gasped at the sudden fullness, her inner muscles clenching around the intrusion. "Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned, his fingers pistoning in and out of her dripping pussy while his mouth returned to her clit, sucking hard as his tongue flicked rapidly over the throbbing bundle of nerves. "Gonna have to stretch this pretty little hole nice and slow for my knot. Gonna make you take every fucking inch."

His free hand gripped her hip, holding her still as he fucked her with his fingers, curling them to hit that spot deep inside that made her see stars. She was bucking against his face, moaning incoherently as pleasure coiled tight in her belly. "That's it, baby, come for me," he growled, increasing the pace of his fingers while sucking her clit relentlessly. "Let me taste you. Show me how bad you want my cock."

The orgasm crashed over her without warning, her entire body seizing as she screamed his name, her cunt clenching rhythmically around his fingers while she soaked his face with her release. He didn't let up, lapping at her throbbing flesh as she rode out the waves, his fingers still working inside her, drawing out the pleasure until she was sobbing from the intensity.

When she finally went limp beneath him, he withdrew his slick fingers and brought them to his mouth, sucking them clean with a filthy groan. "Fuck, you taste even better coming," he rasped, crawling up her body to loom over her. His eyes glowed with primal hunger, the wolf fully in control now. He fisted his enormous cock, stroking it slowly as precum beaded at the tip. "Now you're nice and wet for me, baby. Ready to take my fat fucking knot."

He positioned himself between her trembling thighs, the broad head of his cock pressing against her soaked entrance. "Gonna fuck you so deep," he promised, nipping at her neck with sharp teeth. "Gonna pound this tight little cunt until you're screaming for my knot. And when I lock inside you, you're gonna feel every fucking pulse as I fill you with my cum." With that filthy promise hanging in the air between them, he thrust forward, burying his entire length in one smooth, devastating stroke.

Hannah’s scream was ripped from her throat, raw and ragged as he filled her completely, stretching her in ways she hadn’t known were possible. "Fuck, you’re so tight," Darius growled against her neck, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her very bones. He didn’t move for a long moment, letting her adjust to the sheer size of him buried deep inside her cunt, every inch throbbing with the heat of his need. "So fucking perfect. Taking me so well."

Then he began to move, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back into her with a force that stole the air from her lungs. His rhythm was brutal, animalistic—each thrust drove him deeper, harder, until the bedframe creaked in protest and her cries melted into breathless whimpers. His mouth found her neck again, licking and sucking at the sensitive skin there before nipping with just enough pressure to make her shudder. "Mine," he snarled between thrusts, his hips pistoning into hers with relentless intensity. "You’re all mine now."

She could feel herself clenching around him, each slam of his cock hitting that sweet spot deep inside that made her toes curl and vision blur. "Yes," she moaned, nails digging into his back as he pounded into her. "Yes baby, please—don’t stop—fuck me harder." Her words were slurred with pleasure, mindless encouragement tumbling from her lips as he drove her higher and higher.

He shifted angle slightly, grinding his hips in tight circles with every deep thrust, making sure she felt every ridge and vein of his thick cock as it stretched her open. Sweat slicked their bodies together, the scent of sex and wildness thick in the air. Hannah could feel the base of his cock beginning to swell—the promise of his knot—and a fresh wave of anticipation mixed with fear tightened low in her belly.

"Gonna knot you now," he grunted, voice strained with effort as his thrusts became shorter, harder, more purposeful. "Gonna lock us together while I fill this pretty cunt." He slammed into her one final time before pressing deep and holding there as his knot began to swell in earnest at her entrance.

Hannah cried out as she felt herself stretched wider than ever before—a burning fullness that quickly gave way to an overwhelming sense of rightness as his knot slid past her tight ring of muscle and lodged deep inside. She came instantly around him, screaming as waves of pleasure wracked her body while he held still buried to the hilt inside her.

"That’s it," he groaned against her ear as she clenched around him uncontrollably. "Squeeze my knot baby—milk every drop from me." He began to rock gently against her now that they were locked together, each small movement sending fresh shocks of sensation through both of them.

His thrusts became shallow, desperate grinds as his cock swelled impossibly larger inside her, the thick knot stretching her beyond anything she'd ever imagined possible. "Fuck, Hannah—I'm coming," he growled, his voice ragged and raw as the first hot jet of cum erupted deep within her. Hannah gasped, her eyes flying wide as she felt the incredible warmth flooding her, the pressure building as his release filled her completely. "Oh god, Darius—it's so deep," she moaned, her voice trembling with awe and pleasure. "I can feel it... I can feel my body opening for you."

Darius groaned, his forehead pressed against hers as pulse after pulse of his seed emptied into her willing body. "That's it, baby," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion and exhaustion. "Your body knows what it needs. My cum—my seed—it's changing you. Making you ready for me. For us." He rocked gently against her, each movement sending fresh waves of sensation through both of them as his knot kept them locked together. "Human women—their bodies fight it at first. But you... you're taking it so perfectly. Your cunt is sucking every drop from me, isn't it?"

Hannah could only nod, her mind overwhelmed by the incredible sensations coursing through her. She could feel her cervix softening, expanding to accommodate his release, a strange and primal awareness settling deep within her womb. "It feels... right," she breathed, her hands coming up to clutch at his shoulders. "Like my body has been waiting for this—waiting for you to fill me like this." She arched against him, a soft cry escaping her lips as another powerful surge of his cum flooded her depths. "So much... it's going so deep inside me..."

Darius nuzzled against her neck, his breathing beginning to slow as the last pulses of his orgasm subsided. "Your body is adapting to me, my love," he murmured, his voice gentle now, the wolf receding to reveal the man beneath. "The bond—it makes you crave my seed. Makes you need to be bred by me." His hand came up to stroke her hair, his touch tender despite the raw, animalistic nature of their joining. "You'll always want my cum deep inside you now. Your cunt will always hunger for my knot."

They lay together in the moonlit silence, still connected by his thick knot, their bodies slick with sweat and the evidence of their union. Hannah could feel his cum leaking around the edges of where they were joined, a warm trickle that only emphasized how completely he had filled her. "It's still so much," she whispered, her voice filled with wonder. "I can feel it—pooling inside me. My body feels... different. Full of you."

Darius smiled against her skin, his fingers continuing their gentle strokes through her hair. "That's how it should be," he said softly. "My mate—full of my seed. Carrying my scent. Marked by me in every way." He shifted slightly, eliciting a soft gasp from her as the movement reminded them both of their intimate connection. "We'll stay like this until my knot goes down. Just rest now. Let your body accept what I've given you."

Hannah closed her eyes, surrendering to the strange new sensations coursing through her. The fullness, the warmth, the deep-seated rightness of having his seed settled within her—it was unlike anything she had ever experienced. She could feel her muscles clenching softly around his still-hard cock, as if her body was indeed trying to draw every last drop from him. "I never knew it could feel like this," she murmured, her voice sleepy and content. "So complete."

His hand stroked down her back, his touch both possessive and reverent. "There's one more thing we need to do to seal the bond completely, my love," he murmured against her temple, his voice low and serious. "Before my knot goes down—before this perfect connection between us softens—I need to give you my mark."

Hannah's eyes fluttered open, meeting his glowing amber gaze. "Your mark?" she whispered, a shiver of anticipation running through her despite the warmth of his body still buried deep within hers.

"A claiming bite," he explained gently, his thumb tracing the line of her collarbone. "Right here. It will be permanent—a visible sign that you're mine, and it will carry my scent so any other shifter will know you're protected, claimed, loved." His voice dropped to a husky whisper. "It might hurt for a moment, but then... then you'll feel the bond settle completely. Our souls will knit together in truth."

She arched her neck in immediate surrender, offering herself to him without hesitation. "Do it," she breathed, her voice filled with trust and longing. "Mark me as yours, Darius. I want everyone to know I belong to you."

Darius lowered his mouth to the tender skin where her neck met her shoulder, his breath warm against her flesh. He laved the spot with his tongue first, preparing her, before his canines elongated slightly—not fully shifted, but sharp enough to break skin. "Breathe through it, my heart," he whispered just before he bit down.

The initial sting was sharp and sudden, making her gasp as his teeth pierced her skin. But almost immediately, a warm flood of sensation followed—not pain, but something deeper, more profound. She could feel something shifting inside her very soul as he held the bite for a long moment, his tongue soothing the small wound even as he maintained pressure. A strange warmth spread from the mark through her entire body, mingling with the heat of his seed still deep inside her until she felt utterly consumed by him in every possible way.

When he finally released her neck and licked gently at the small beads of blood welling there, Hannah could already feel the bond settling into place—a permanent connection that thrummed between them like a live wire. "It's done," Darius whispered reverently, kissing the now-tingling mark softly. "You're truly mine now, in every way a shifter can claim their mate."

As he spoke, she felt his knot beginning to soften within her, the intense fullness gradually diminishing though the sensation of being utterly filled by him remained. His cum continued to leak from around their loosening connection, creating a warm wetness between her thighs that felt both primal and deeply intimate.

Exhaustion swept over her then—the emotional and physical intensity of their bonding leaving her boneless and spent. Darius gathered her close as his cock finally slipped free from her well-used cunt with a soft wet sound that made them both shudder. He didn't let go though; instead he pulled the blankets over their sweat-slicked bodies and cradled her against his chest.

"Sleep now," he murmured into her hair as he nuzzled the fresh mating mark on her neck once more. "Dream of me filling you up again tomorrow night."

Hannah drifted into sleep with his promise warming her more than any blanket, her body still humming with the echoes of his possession as his strong arms kept her secured against his chest.

Darius watched her sleep, his calloused fingers tracing lazy patterns through her hair while his low voice murmured ancient shifter endearments against her temple, his lips brushing her skin with each whispered word of devotion.

The scent of their joining—sex, sweat, and his claim—hung heavy in the moonlit room as he held his mate, his world now complete with her marked and sleeping in his arms, her soft breaths syncing with the steady beat of his heart.

Sealing our Fate

Sealing our Fate