Page 37 of Destined to the Lycan (The Shadow Realms #3)

I couldn’t say at which point things stopped being a game for me.

But one moment I was trying to keep her laughing, the next a powerful hunger took over me.

The burning desire to mate with my woman triggered my shapeshifting.

Except I didn’t fully resume my human form.

I still had my tail, a large amount of fur—mainly on my back arms and legs—and I could feel that my face wasn’t fully back to its normal self.

In that instant, I was half werewolf and half human.

I crushed her lips in a far more brutal kiss than I intended.

She stiffened in surprise. To my relief, she didn’t push me away but relaxed less than a couple of seconds later.

The fervor with which she responded whipped my passion into a frenzy.

To my shame, I didn’t even fully undress her.

In truth, I’m surprised her pants didn’t get torn to shreds in my impatience to reach my prize.

Her underwear didn’t enjoy such mercy. With a single swipe of my claws, I sliced it open and barely remembered to retract them before I sank two fingers inside my mate.

Amara moaned against my lips, her nails digging into my back.

She lifted her pelvis as if to give better access to my bold probing.

In the sudden heat fogging my mind, I took it as an invitation to proceed.

A little voice at the back of my head warned that, despite already being wet for me, my mate might not be quite ready to receive me.

But I ignored it and focused all my willpower on not ramming myself in as my entire body ached to do.

Still, I didn’t claim her in the slow and careful way I normally did with shallow thrusts.

She gasped against my lips while I hissed against hers at the burn of her body initially resisting my invasion.

I couldn’t say whether it was my determined persistence or her body’s sudden cooperation that let it yield quickly to my imperious demand.

Once again, my Twin Flame didn’t challenge the unbridled way with which I made her mine. The fervor with which she caressed me, and the eagerness of her tongue swirling around mine shouted loudly her consent and enthusiasm. I didn’t need further encouragement to unleash my passion on her.

I didn’t wait for her to adjust to my girth or even gradually pick up the pace.

I immediately began pounding into her, driven insane by pleasure almost too much to bear as her tight sheath squeezed my cock from every side.

Every time my knot rubbed against that sensitive bundle of nerves just on the upper side of her inner walls, it sent an electric bolt down the length of my cock and throughout my pelvic area.

We were made for each other as both our most erogenous spots were perfectly aligned.

Feeling her tremble beneath me and swallowing each of her voluptuous moans stirred the feral beast lurking deep within. I wanted to wreck her, devour all that she was, mark her irrevocably as mine, and see her falling apart over and over again until her mind broke.

Her body suddenly seized, and she cried out as her climax swept over her.

A savage sound tore out of my throat when her inner walls clamped down on my cock.

I almost spilled my seed. My claws extruded and dug into the ground as I battled the urge to yield to my own climax.

My cock throbbed, and a sharp pain stabbed at my pelvis as I used every ounce of my willpower not to let my knot swell.

On the verge of losing that battle, I pulled out of my mate and flipped her onto her stomach.

The sight of the magnificent curves of her round behind had me drooling and my primal instincts surging forth.

In a fleeting moment of lucidity, I bemoaned the fact that she wasn’t a Lycan.

Bathed either by the glow of the moon or the rays of the sun, we would have exchanged mating bites, marking each other as bonded mates.

I grabbed her hips with both hands, lifting her onto her knees, and then slammed myself home.

Still half dazed from her recent climax, Amara emitted a strangled cry at my brutal possession, then propped herself on to her forearms. Moments later, she was rocking back and forth, meeting me thrust for thrust as liquid fire spread through my veins, cranking up the heat setting me ablaze a thousandfold.

I leaned forward, hating that she was still wearing her top, depriving me of the skin to skin contact I craved.

With a will of their own, my fangs descended further, and I found myself closing them over her nape in a gesture of dominance and possession.

Amara released a high-pitched keening sound that might have been the type of whine a wolf or one of my kin would emit in sign of submission.

My Flame probably didn’t realize she had done it.

But even if she did, I doubted it was intentional.

Either way, it resonated directly in my cock, and I nearly came undone.

Grinding my teeth, both from the strain of reining myself in and from overwhelming pleasure, I lost myself in my woman. The urge to sink my teeth into her flesh and bind her permanently to me rode me hard. But when that day came—and it would—I would do things right and with her full consent.

But my woman started to tremble. And by the increasingly urgent sound of the voluptuous moans rising from her, I could sense she was getting close to falling apart again.

Once she did, I wouldn’t be able to resist yielding to my own climax.

Knowing all too well what would follow once I did, I pulled out of my woman again, flipped her around, then drew her on top of me as I lay down on my back.

I impaled her on my cock in one swift movement.

Before I could even thrust more than a couple of times, my woman cried out, swept away by bliss.

Her inner walls clamping down sent a lightning bolt exploding in my knot.

It radiated down to the base of my cock before spreading up the length of my spine.

My vision blurred, and I felt as if my very soul was getting knocked out of my body.

My seed shot out in powerful spurts of ecstasy that left me reeling.

My knot swelled, locking me with my Flame as I tightened my hold around her.

Her face buried in my neck, her body shaking from the spasms of bliss, Amara clung to me with the strength of a drowning woman. Her labored breath fanned my chest as I continued to fill her until I was fully spent.

The Gods smite me, I was crazy for this woman.

We remained in each other’s embrace as our heartbeats settled.

Amara was lying on me, snuggling, her knees on each side of my legs.

I kissed her forehead then carefully rose to my feet.

Being still buried balls deep into my mate made things quite awkward, but once standing up, I reveled in the closeness and the way she wrapped her arms and legs around me.

The trust with which she abandoned herself to my care moved me to my core.

Chest against chest, I carried her back inside the cave and into the hot spring. Her voluptuous moan as the warm water closed around us had my cock jerk in response. Ferazan take me! It embarrassed me to be so addicted to this woman that any little touch, sound, or even look sufficed to arouse me.

“Hmmm, that feels good!” Amara said in a purring voice. “I can feel the heat seeping all the way into my bones. Until now, I had not fully realized how sore I was.”

A wave of guilt crashed over me, and I gave her a sheepish look.

“My apologies, my mate. I never intended on being this rough with you. Sadly, the longer we remain in our wolf form, the more feral we become. I couldn’t even fully shift back into my human form.”

“Nine Hells! There’s no need for you to apologize. In case you haven’t noticed, I was a willing participant,” Amara retorted as if I’d said something stupid. “I mean, getting down and dirty with a werewolf is rather hot.”

“Lycan! Not werewolf,” I exclaimed, outraged.

She chuckled and rubbed her nose against mine. “Sorry, Lycan then. But honestly, right now, you look more like a werewolf than a Lycan. You can’t shift back?”

I shook my head. “No, not while knotted. I have to wait until it deflates. I hope you’re not too freaked out about my current appearance,” I added carefully.

She smiled and caressed my cheek. “Nah, you look a lot more intimidating but in a good way. If I didn’t clearly recognize you, it would be different. But these are still your features, my Remus, with just more lupine traits.”

The extent of the relief I felt upon hearing those words stunned me. It embarrassed me how much reassurance I constantly needed from my woman.

“Right,” I said.

Amara tilted her head to the side, giving me an assessing look. “Can you control your knot? Like could you prevent it from swelling or deflate it at will?”

I shook my head again. “Its responses are pretty much instinctual. I can ‘try’ to hold it back, but it’s pretty much a losing battle.

Essentially, my only ‘control’ over it is stopping myself from ejaculating.

The minute I do, the knot kicks in. However, I have absolutely no control over when it deflates.

Sometimes, it’s faster than other times.

Your guess is as good as mine as to why. ”

“I see,” Amara said pensively, a frown creasing her brow. “But what if we’d just finished getting naughty and a threat showed up? We’d both be sitting ducks.”

I gave her an indulgent smile. “While I still wouldn’t have any control over my knot in such a situation, my self-preservation instincts would kick in and my knot would deflate on its own. It’s the only case where it will release our mate before our wolf deems it has done its purpose.”

“Its purpose meaning increasing the chances the female will have successfully been impregnated?” she asked, her face unreadable.