Chapter 7

Gradually, the intense passion of their encounter cooled into a gentle, lingering warmth.

When he thoughtlessly began to pull out, he was met with tight resistance. The knot. Right. He remembered Ria’s explanation of how it worked.

Katrina relaxed her grip on his back, her hands sliding down to rest at his sides.

He leaned back to look at her- Sweat glistened across flushed skin, hair tousled, her eyes slightly glazed with the remnants of ecstasy. Her lips were parted, still panting, her cheeks and chest a canvas of deep pink, the aftermath of their wild union.

Even thoroughly ravished, she looked utterly delicious.

Surprising him, Katrina cupped his face gently, drawing him close until their noses nearly touched.

Her intoxicating musk overwhelmed his senses. God ... she’s something else.

Unable to resist any longer, Mark dipped his head to capture her plush lips in a slow, smoldering kiss. I can’t get enough.

She melted into the sensual embrace, one hand sliding up to tangle in his rain-soaked hair as their tongues danced together in unhurried passion.

His cock remained sheathed fully, still pulsing thick ropes of seed into her convulsing depths with each roll of his hips, a slow, steady stream that filled her, stretched her, bound them together.

She clung shamelessly, mewling against his lips as their joined ecstasy stretched endlessly.

It was a lazy, decadent exploration of pleasure, their moans and sighs a soft counterpoint to the rhythmic drumming of the rain.

He nipped at her lower lip, and she moaned, her hands moving to his ass, her fingers digging into the flesh. He groaned, his hips bucking involuntarily, sending another wave of pleasure through them both.

His hands roamed over her body, one gripping her hip, pulling her closer as if to meld their bodies further, the other sliding up to cup her breast, his thumb brushing over her still-sensitive nipple, drawing a moan from her lips into his mouth.

“Hmmmmm...”

Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, her nails scraping against his scalp in a way that sent shivers down his spine.

No urgency drove them now, only basking in the afterglow - savoring the taste and heat of each other.

She bit at his lower lip this time and he responded by sucking on her tongue, drawing it into his mouth. Her hands moved to his back, tracing the muscles there, feeling the strength that had just claimed her so thoroughly.

On and on it went, the world narrowing to the feel of her tight pussy, the taste of her skin, the scent of sex and rain and earth. Mark was utterly drunk on her—the taste of her lips, the scent of her skin, the rhythmic slickness of her pussy milking his cock. Fuck, she feels so good.

He could have stayed like this forever, balls deep in her fiery embrace, each throb of his cock met with her body’s eager response, drawing out every last drop he had to give.

Finally, after an eternity of pure bliss, their bodies relaxed, the knot releasing its hold. His cock slipped free with a soft, wet pop, a final spurt of cum escaping his tip, followed by a thick stream of his seed gushing from her overflowing pussy.

He fell back on his haunches, drinking in the debauched sight before him. The regal werewolf lay utterly spent, her inner depths overflowing with his virile essence. It fizzed and drooled from her abused folds in an endless creamy tide.

“Damn,” Katrina murmured, looking down at the mess, a surprised chuckle slipping out. “That’s one heck of a load.”

Mark could only gape, utterly at a loss for words as reality came creeping back in. The world around them regaining its focus. The rain softened to a gentle patter, the forest alive with a symphony of night sounds.

What the fuck just happened?

The last few fevered, primal minutes played on an endless loop like a fast-forward movie.

The fight, the chase, the overwhelming scent that had led him here, the raw, animalistic lust that had consumed him ... Things had spiraled so far out of control ... no, not out of control.

He’d wanted it, been the driving force behind claiming her with such savage intensity.

But it wasn’t like him at all. He’d been in control, yes, but it had also felt ... inevitable like he was being pulled along by a force he couldn’t resist.

Like when he’d first met Ria.

Oh ... God, Ria. Shit ... shit ... shit.

The thought hit him like a punch to the gut, guilt and fear churning in his stomach. Shit. How am I going to explain this?

He glanced at Katrina, her body still sprawled beneath him, eyes closed, chest heaving. What have I done? Anxiety crept in, a cold dread that almost overshadowed lingering warmth of his mind-blowing climax.

“What’s wrong?” She asked opening her eyes. “You look like you’re gonna be sick.”

He opened and closed his mouth, struggling to find the words. She’s not even fazed.

“Nothing, just ... gathering my bearings.”

“Right, that was something, huh?” She remarked, rolling her shoulders. “Haven’t been ridden like that in ages.”

“Uh ... yeah. It was ... intense.”

“Intense?” She laughed huskily. “Honey, at one point, I thought you were going to fuck me to death. I was seeing stars.”

“Ahhh ... I hope I wasn’t too rough.”

“Aren’t you cute, getting all worried now?” Katrina cackled, standing up his thick seed trailing in obscene drops down her toned thighs. “Fuck, you sure went nuclear on me,” she added glancing down.

“I ... I’m sorry. I just ... I couldn’t...”

“Why are you apologizing?” She asked, stretching languidly.

This is happening again. The dizzy feeling hit him just like before, leaving him all mixed with the same overwhelming sense of...

“Gotta admit, you showed me a whole new level of pleasure there,” she said, her eyes gleaming. “I’ve heard stories about bonding but I never thought it would feel this damn good.”

She practically radiated a smug satisfaction, her confidence unshaken, as if she’d been the one to claim him so thoroughly.

Mark stared at her, still speechless.

“Don’t look so shell-shocked,” she purred, trailing a calloused finger along his jawline. “Pretty sure the whole forest heard you stuffing me. No need to be shy now.”

“Uh ... yeah, it was ... fun.”

Katrina laughed, the rich sound seeming utterly at odds with her debauched state. “The hell happened to that stud who was screwing my brains out just a minute ago?”

“I ... I’m still trying to process everything, you know?”

“Oh, you’re just too cute.” She laughed again, a sound full of amusement. Her eyes flicked up to the clearing sky. “Would you look at that? The rain has finally stopped.”

“Uh ... yeah seems so.”

Did she really just comment on the weather? After ... that? What the actual fuck? He watched as she walked over to a nearby tree and leisurely stretched against it, her back to him, her naked body a breathtaking display of curves and toned muscles.

He felt a pull towards her, a primal urge to touch her again, to taste her, but he pushed it down, the memory of Ria’s face, her smile, her soft moans, a sudden, sharp pang in his chest.