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“Please, Hana,” I beg.

Her dark eyes flick up to mine and she smiles mischievously, before leaning forward, sticking the tip of her tongue out. It’s longer now, and I nearly come when she curls it around my weeping crown. Stroking just under the flared head before she moves closer to lap at the tip.

“I love the way you taste,” she moans, taking the time to savor the way I taste.

Bracing myself against the door with our bound hands, I drop my other hand to the top of her head. Sinking my fingers into her crown of braids, I grip her roughly.

“Open your warm mouth, my love,” I growl.

Hana’s eyes flick up to mine, then back to my cock, her lips twitch at the corners and she parts her lips around my tip.

“Good girl,” I groan, rolling my hips forward. “Lick me. Get me nice and wet so I can slide down your tight throat.”

She shudders, closing her lips around me, dragging her tongue up and down the sensitive underside of my cock where she teases the ripples running the length of my shaft. When I press deeper, she hums and leans forward. Taking me all the way to the back.

“That’s it. You love it when I fuck your throat, don’t you?” My hand tightens in her hair as I rock my hips, sliding in and out of her mouth, hitting the back of her throat with each stroke. “Good girl,” I grit through clenched teeth. “Now swallow. Swallow all of me.”

Her fingers curl around the side of my thigh, and I grunt at the sharp sting when her claws pierce through my thick hide. Holding onto me, she bobs forward, her throat squeezing my cock as I slide deeper.

“That’s it,” I pant. The tight grip drags a deep groan from me, and it takes all my strength not to thrust my hips.

“Again, my love,” I croak, pulling back so she can suck in a sharp breath.

She meets the next roll of my hips and swallows again. This time she doesn’t stop until her nose is pressed against the base of my cock. When she looks up at me, it’s nearly my undoing. Her eyes are glazed and fuck drunk.

“Fuck,” I gasp. I’ve picked up my female’s favorite curse, and now use it almost as often as she does.

The sight of her mouth stretched wide, with her little fangs pressed into the sides of my cock, is all I need to send me over the edge. With a horse cry, I rock back then slam my cock back down her throat. Emptying my balls straight into her stomach.

Hana keeps her eyes on me, her chin wet with saliva as I finish using her for my pleasure. As soon as I’m done, I pull out and sink to the ground in front of her.

“Are you all right? Was I too rough?” Fuck, I need to remember that even though she’s lycan now, Hana is still small and fragile.

She wipes the back of her hand across her chin and gives me a soft smile. “You worry about me too much.”

Perhaps, but I can’t help it.

“I’m fine,” she tells me, although she’s shifting restlessly. Rubbing her knees together. Thick scent of her arousal has my cock already stirring back to life.

“Hmm, you don’t seem fine,” I say, breathing her in. “Is my mate needy now?”

She spreads her knees and rolls her hips. Her nipples are tight and pressing lewdly against her dress. “You know I am.”

I do, but I also enjoy watching her squirm. “How would you like your male to fuck you?”

She sucks in a sharp gasp, rocking her hips against nothing. “I don’t even care. Vuk, I need you.”

Pushing myself to my feet, I stroke my hand up and down my already stiffening shaft. “Tell me.”

The sight of her on her knees before me… With her bound ar m stretched over her head, as she lets out a needy moan… Pre-cum beads at my tip, to roll down my shaft.

“Oh my god,” she moans, rubbing her knees together. “You’ve got me so fucking turned on you could probably blow on my pussy, and I’ll come.”

I reach behind me and pull my tunic over my head. I need to feel her against my skin. But I forgot that our arms are tied and now my shirt is trapped between us. Oh well.

Pulling Hana to her feet, I shove my trousers down my legs and kick them to the side. Then I turn her around and work to remove her dress. At least it’s not made so it can get trapped around our hands like my shirt.

My cock kicks, sending another drop of pre-cum to the floor, and I thread our fingers together as I pull her to our bedroom is.

We’ve already spent days fucking in my bed, a bed that was fine when it was just me but is far too small now that I have a mate.

I’ve already spoken with the wood smith about a new frame for us.

“Lie back,” I command her.

Hana sits down at the edge then does as I ask. Scooting back until she’s stretched out across the center, and I’m forced to prowl across the lumpy mattress after her. Another item I’ve ordered for her. The straw filled pad was fine for me, but my mate deserves the softest feather padding.

“Spread your thighs, my love.” Her pink little tongue darts out to tease her plump bottom lip as she parts her knees for me. “Mmm, good girl. Look how wet you are. Is all of this for me?”

She nods her head then cries out when I grip the back of her thigh and push her leg up and out. Giving me more room so I can drop my mouth to her warm, wet cunt.

Fuck. My mate is dripping for me.

As much as I would love to edge her for hours, to tease her until she’s screaming for me to fuck her, and despite the orgasm I had, I’m already dangerously close to coming again.

I give her one last lick between her legs and move so I’m wedged between her thighs. “Beg me, my beauty.”

Hana turns her bound wrist so she can thread our fingers together. “I need you, Vuk. I need you to fuck me, and then I want you to knot me.”

A choked sound squeezes past my throat, and that’s all the restraint I have.

I notch my aching cock against her entrance then drive myself deep inside her welcoming body. And my mate, my perfect female, takes every inch of me.

“Yes,” she sighs, digging her claws into my back. “Harder, Vuk.”

My hips pound against her much smaller body, until I’m certain I’ll bruise or damage her, but she only begs for harder. Sweat coats our bodies, and still, I pound her into the mattress. Driving my cock in and out of her tight cunt until she’s only making breathy gasps.

“Come for me, Hana,” I groan when she tightens around me. My seed is burning a path up my shaft as my knot begins to inflate. “Come for your male.”

Her claws sink deep into my back, and she arches against me with a tight cry, before her body clenches down around me, milking the seed from my cock.

I thrust once more. Again, then press my knot deep.

Even after knotting her countless times, it still spreads her small little cunt past her pain threshold, but she takes it anyway, sighing with relief when it’s seated, and we’re joined together.

I try my best to keep my full weight off her, not wanting to crush her.

“I like feeling your weight on me,” she sighs sleepily against my ear.

“That doesn’t change the fact I’m too heavy,” I tell her. “ Besides, I doubt our cub will appreciate my weight crushing him before too much longer.”

Hana’s eyes snap open and her body goes rigid. “Our what , now?”

“Shhh,” I hush against her temple as I roll us so she’s lying across my chest.

“Don’t you shush me, what did you just say? You can’t possibly know?—”

Lifting my hand not bound to hers, I tap the end of my nose. “I can smell him. He’ll be big and braw, like me. And smart like his mother.”

Hana blinks owlishly at me, before slowly resting her cheek against my chest, where my heart pounds with excitement. “You better be kidding.”

I chuckle but say nothing more. She’ll realize I’m not joking soon enough. Then I’ll make sure she’ll forget she was ever mad at me.