muscle that was so much smaller than his cock, it was laughable. If he thought that was going to prepare me for being invaded, he was insane, but I appreciated it because whenever he moaned at the taste of me, as he sampled my juices, the vibrations made me surge toward the road to release.
I’d stopped holding his hair because I was terrified I’d pull chunks out. I had a strength in me that was alien, one that throbbed through my bones, surged into my muscles, and I didn’t want to hurt him. So, instead, I dug my fingers into the soil, and when I did that?
Everything was turbocharged a thousand-fold.
I came.
I had no alternative but to do so. It exploded through me. Tearing me out of this already strange new world and into the next as I fucking soared in the sky, flying high with the angels as he took me to the stars and back.
My eyes were blind as I flew, as I was decimated by his gift to me, and I screamed, free in my pleasure, free to shatter however I goddamn wanted. I was so fucking liberated at that moment that I just shrieked like a banshee as I explored the climax he gave me.
And then?
He compounded it.
He made it go on and on and on, all while I was still blind to everything as he thrust into me.
He was big.
He was hard.
He was too big.
He was too hard.
He was perfect.
I felt like I was dying now for real. Choking on his cock, on just how perfect it was, how perfect he was.
I started sobbing with how wonderful it felt. With how glorious the connection between us was.
Curling into him, I raised my arms from the ground and moved my dirty fingers onto his back, holding him close as his cheek brushed against mine, as we hurdled together toward a finish line that would kill the both of us—I felt sure of that.
But what a way to fucking go.
When his seed burst into me, pummeling me with his heat and potency, I sobbed again as the release hit me at the same time. I cried out, howled out my joy, my delight, my need, and my desire for this man.
For my mate.
I felt him grow harder, thicker, impossibly so. My eyes widened, every part of me tensed up as I felt him…
No.
That wasn’t possible.
Then I heard him as my sight returned to me, and his whispers were soft, hushed, but comforting. “It’s just the knot,” he rumbled, his lips moving over my cheek, and I knew he was tasting my tears. Taking me into him.
I moaned as the knot, something that I’d only read about before but hadn’t imagined was possible, lodged in thick and fast. He was bigger than before, and that had already been too thick for me to take. But the heat of him?
Nothing like earlier.
I felt like he was going to melt me down into bone and blood with the power of the moment, and then he nipped my earlobe, and I sensed his wolf again as he growled, “Own this moment, mate.”
I blinked, dazed and disoriented, unsure what was happening, confused with what was going down in my body, but he grounded me.
Like I knew he would forever.
I rolled my head to the side, stared up at him, and saw the wolf in his eyes, even though it was in the background again, just as my she-wolf was, and I stared at him a little stunned.
“It feels weird.”
“It’s yours. Proof.”
“Proof?” I repeated dumbly. “Of what?”
“That I belong to you.”
My mouth turned dry. My tongue thick. “Huh?”
“I belong to you,” he repeated. “Nothing and no one can tear us asunder. Do you understand?”
I blinked, feeling the intensity of that knot, and whispered, “It hurts.”
“It does now.” He rubbed his nose over mine, then nuzzled my temple, touching and comforting as the knot started to pulse.
A strangled cry escaped me at the sensation, and I rasped, “Are you doing that?”
“No,” he muttered huskily. “I have as much control over this as you do, my love.”
My love?
Oh, God.
Kali Sara!
What on earth was this man doing to me?
“You love me?”
“Can’t you feel it?” he whispered against my lips. “I was born to be yours. I was born for my heart to hold yours.”
If I’d been crying before, that was nothing compared to now. He was a big fat blur amid my tears, and when he kissed my eyelids, his tongue tracing underneath where the tears