Page 57 of Locke

“You’re mine, Emm,” I growled, my voice a low, primal rumble, “and you know it.”

She moaned, her hips bucking wildly against me. “Fuck. Yes, more. God, you feel good!”

I thrust harder, my cock sliding in and out of her wet heat, my piercings rubbing against her sensitive flesh. Her cries echoed through the room, mingling with my growls of satisfaction. The room was alive with our sounds, our desire and our need.

I felt the familiar twitch in my groin, the telltale sign of my wolf’s knot preparing to release. I held it back, not yet ready for that final, irrevocable bond. But my wolf was insistent, and I knew that soon, very soon, I wouldn’t be able to help but plant it inside her body and make her fully mine.

Emm’s body trembled, her eyes wide with pleasure, and I knew I could delay no longer. My wolf surged forward,demanding to mark her as his own. I squeezed her neck, prepared to unleash my seed and coat her walls.

She grabbed either side of the ropes, her body glistening with sweat as she threw her hair back.

And as I felt my knot swell, I felt her body shake, her muscles tightening around my cock. Her eyes locked onto mine and her lips parted in a silent plea.

“Take it,” I growled. “Take me, take everything I have to give!”

I gripped her ass, and her pussy strangled me. I couldn’t stop myself and buried my teeth into her shoulder.

My mate cried out, her pussy fluttering around my cock while I shot stream after stream of my seed.

Her body relaxed, after she experienced the first orgasm from her mate, and her legs fell from around my body. I held her up, though, my hips still lightly thrusting to push more of me inside her.

My cock was still streaming load after load into her pussy, it was running down her leg and the front of my pants—fuck, it was a beautiful sight.

I laid her on the boxing mat, as she was panting, with her arms wrapped around me. Her hips were pushing against me, begging for more.

I let go of her shoulder, watching the blood trickle down her skin. I licked it clean, feeling the sweetness of her blood in my mouth.

My mate moaned, pushing her chest up toward me. I kissed her breasts, letting my cock fall from her body. She whined in protest and I pressed my fingers between her legs, scooping up my come and pressing it back into her.

“Shh, it’s alright. I’ll make it all better.” I rubbed my fingers around her clit and she rode them, being greedy. “Fuck, you want more?”

My cock had stayed hard, and my knot was sensitive. I didn’t know if my wolf would let me take her again without putting it in her body.

“More,” she begged.

“You’re come-drunk, aren’t you, Princess?” I chuckled and kissed up her breasts, to her neck. I admired the bite mark. It wasn’t deep enough to mark her, but everyone will know I’m close.

It took a lot of restraint not to bite too deep.

“That was—wow! Yes, I want more.” She reached down to grab my cock, but I pulled her hand away.

My knot was swollen, it should be rooted deep within my mate, seated in her tight cunt and nestled within her warmth. But, being a fit mate, I’ve kept it to myself and now I’m going to pay the consequences later.

“Why aren’t you naked?” she sobered.

I rubbed the back of my head. “I just— little shy, I guess?” I continued to shove my come back into her body. “Today was about you and—” I pulled my sweats over my erection and my, still very tender, knot.

She pushed me off and got up - the come dripping down her leg - and she hopped down from the boxing ring. “Do you have some sort of disease on your dick you don’t want me to see? Is that why you won’t let me see it?”

I reared my head back. “What? What are you talking about?”

Emm, shook her head and grabbed a random shirt hanging on the ropes.Some other male’s shirt.

I snarled and stood. “Take that off.”

“No.” She stood firm and pulled it over her body. She tilted the chair where the shirt lay over and it crashed, echoing into the empty room and walked toward the door.

I jumped from the ring and stalked toward her. “Take. It. off.”