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“Ahhh,”she cried out as his hand sank into her. She couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. She feared she might split in two, but then she looked into his eyes and saw his absolute possession of her, his pride and satisfaction, and tears rushed to her eyes as she gasped out a sigh of relief.

“Beautiful.”

The pressure disappeared as he withdrew his touch and turned away. She shivered in shock, her body still adapting to so many shifts. Her eyes closed as she caught her breath, flinching when the mattress dipped and he was above her once more.

“Easy, love. Now I show you how it’s done.”

He tugged her lower, arranging her body beneath his. The velvet-smooth weight of his cock glided over her. Gone were the barriers of clothing as the mating was about to happen.

“I promise there will be no more pain.” He aligned his body with hers, gliding his length through her folds and then nudging slowly forward. This time it was not his fingers trying to breach her. Her breath hitched at his startling girth.

“Breathe, Grace.”

She inhaled, and he nudged deeper. Pulling back, then sliding closer and closer.

“There are some things you should know, things your mother might not have prepared you for.” He caught her hand, first lacing his fingerswith hers, then raising it over her head and pressing it into the pillows.

Dragging back his hips with slow, precision, he nudged deeper still. He placed her second hand above her head, beside the first, then crossed her wrists and pinned them there. He thrust forward and groaned, burying himself to the hilt, and she quickly became accustomed to the strange intrusion only to have him draw back and thrust forward again.

Each time he slowly pulled back, she feared their bodies would disconnect, but then he’d slam into her, deep and possessive, as if he wanted to mark her from the inside. Every hard advance wrenched a cry of pleasure from her throat. It gradually built as she became accustomed to the rhythm, eagerly awaiting his dominant possession.

“Shadow-wolves are different from immortals. When we mate, our bodies do something called knotting. Has anyone told you about this?”

She shook her head, finding it difficult to concentrate on his words. The weight of his body pressed into her wrists where he still held her down.

“You have to trust me, Grace. Can you do that?”

In her current predicament, she didn’t have much of a choice. “Yes.”

“Good girl.” He bent forward and rewarded her with a loving kiss that soothed her nerves. When his mouth left her lips, it traveled right toher breasts. He suckled the tips of her nipples harder than before, releasing each one with a wet pop. “You’re body’s very responsive to my touch. That pleases me.”

She preened under his praise. “I want to please you. Very much.”

“You are,min pärla. You are.” He thrust hard, his pelvis grinding into hers as he held himself deep inside of her. “Here it comes,” he warned.

His length noticeably swelled inside of her. She inhaled sharply. She was full, pinned beneath his weight, impaled by his length, and something was locking them together. “What’s happening?”

“It’s as I told you. The knotting. Breathe through it, and your body will adjust.”

She couldn’t move. They were one. He held her completely at his mercy.

Leaning forward, he kissed her gently, breaking away as a guttural groan escaped his throat and his head tipped back. His muscular body shivered as his rigid cock pulsed inside of her.

His grip tightened on her arms as his seed filling her. He tried to thrust, but there was little give with their bodies knotted as they were so they merely rocked as one. When he pinched her nipple, all the pressure inside of her burst outward in a wash of white light.

She gasped as waves of pleasure spilled over her. He jerked her forward, claiming her mouth with a possessive kiss. She felt small and cherished, cradled in his arms and protected by hisstrength. Then he sagged into her, his face nuzzling into the curve of her shoulder with a satisfied sigh.

She tried to move but he stilled her efforts.

“You can’t,” he said, trailing a hand down her arm. “The knotting will last for some time, so my seed can take root.”

“We’re stuck like this?”

He chuckled. “It’s not a bad way to pass time.” His nuzzled her ear and whispered, “We’re far from finished, Grace. Maybe immortals are done in an hour, but wolves are not.” He rolled to his back and took her with him.

Every movement caused a response inside of her. They were locked together, his body swollen to the point that she felt his absolute, undeniable possession of her.

He adjusted her knees, positioning her the way one might mount a horse. His hand flattened over her soft belly just beneath her ribs. “Do you feel me here?”