Free Web NovelChapter 393: Chapter 393: Come on my cock while I’m buried so deep inside you
"I’m yours, Kai," Maya said, her voice breaking with emotion. "Your claim. Your possession. Completely and forever yours. I will never be anyone else’s. I will never want anyone else. Only you. Always only you."
"Perfect," Kai said, and then he was pushing inside her with one brutal, complete thrust.
The angle let him go impossibly deep....deeper than she’d even known was possible. Maya’s back arched involuntarily, her head hitting the shower wall as the sensation of being completely, utterly filled overwhelmed every nerve in her body.
Kai didn’t give her time to adjust. Didn’t offer any courtesy or gentleness.
He started moving immediately....hard, deep thrusts that left no room for anything except pure, raw sensation. Each movement was deliberate and forceful enough to push her back against the shower wall, hard enough to make her breasts bounce with the force of his claiming, hard enough that she could feel nothing except his cock inside her filling her completely.
The water from the shower cascaded over them both, mixing with sweat and arousal and the evidence of their connection.
"That’s it," he growled against her neck, his mouth finding the marks he’d already made and biting harder. "Take all of me. Feel me claiming you."
His pace was relentless, unforgiving, absolutely perfect. Each thrust was angled to hit her g-spot, and the dual sensation of him inside her while his body was pressed against her clit created layers of pleasure.
"You feel incredible," Kai said, his voice strained with the effort of maintaining control. "So tight. So perfect. So completely, utterly mine. You were made for me. Your body was made for my cock."
His hands gripped her hips, holding her in place, pulling her down onto him with each thrust, controlling her movement completely. She was completely at his mercy, completely surrendered to his claiming. freēwēbnovel.com
Maya could do nothing but hold on....her legs locked around him, her arms around his neck, her entire world narrowed down to the overwhelming sensation of him inside her. The pleasure was building, a crescendo that threatened to overwhelm her completely.
"Another one," Kai commanded, his voice rough and desperate. "I want to feel you come again. Come on my cock while I’m buried so deep inside you that you can feel me in your soul."
He shifted the angle slightly, hitting her g-spot with devastating precision with each powerful thrust.
The pleasure built impossibly fast. Maya felt herself climbing toward release....her internal muscles tightening, her breathing becoming frantic and desperate.
"That’s it," Kai encouraged, his mouth moving to her jaw, her cheek, finding her lips. "I can feel it building. I can feel you getting close. Come for me. Right now. Scream my name."
The second orgasm hit her like a freight train....sudden and overwhelming and absolutely devastating. Maya’s scream echoed through the bathroom as her inner walls clamped down around him so hard it forced his release whether he was ready or not.
Kai roared as he came, a sound that was more wolf than human, his thrusts becoming frantic as his release tore through him. He slammed deep inside her one final time, his entire body convulsing as he spilled himself completely inside her.
They stayed locked together, both breathing hard, both trembling from the intensity and the release.
After several long moments, Kai carefully lowered her back to the shower floor, though he kept one strong arm around her waist to keep her steady because her legs were shaking too much to support her weight.
"You okay?" he asked, his voice rough but tender now, his wolf settling now that the claiming was complete.
"More than okay," Maya said breathlessly, her head resting against his chest. "That was....god! that was absolutely incredible."
Kai pulled back just far enough to look at her, and his expression shifted from feral claiming to tender devotion.
"I love you," he said simply, his eyes fully human again, the amber warm instead of dangerous. "So much it terrifies me sometimes. I need you to know that."
"I love you too," Maya replied, reaching up to pull his face down to hers. "And I love this. I love that you claim me like this. I love that everyone will know I’m yours."
They kissed again...this time slower, deeper, more intimate. This was devotion instead of desperation. Love instead of possession.
They washed each other after, moving under the spray together, and the intimacy of it was almost as intense as the sex had been.
Kai’s hands were gentle now, moving over her marked skin with reverence and worship. Kissing each bruise he’d left on her shoulders, her collarbone, her breasts. Running his fingers over the marks with clear satisfaction.
When they finally left the bathroom, Maya was marked from shoulders to thighs with vivid evidence of his possession. Bruises in the shape of his teeth. Handprints on her hips. Marks that would be visible for days. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm
And she wore every single mark with absolute pride.
Because these marks meant she was loved. Meant she was claimed by someone powerful enough and strong enough to hold her. Meant she belonged completely to someone who would fight the entire world...both the human world and the supernatural world....to keep her safe.
As they walked through the pack house together, other pack members caught sight of her marks and immediately recognized them for what they were...fresh claims. Recent passion. Recent, undeniable proof of Kai’s devotion and possession.
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POV: Silas
Silas had been awake for hours.
He’d slipped out of bed before dawn, unable to sleep, his mind churning with thoughts about the week’s developments. Damian had found peace through vulnerability. Damon had learned to lean on others.
He was the quiet one, the brother who existed in shadow and depth. The one people didn’t quite understand but trusted implicitly.
But what did quiet strength look like when stripped down to its core? What was underneath the mystery? What happened when the most reserved of the three alphas had to truly open up?
He didn’t have answers yet.
So instead of lying in bed spiraling, Silas had gone to his studio, a private space he maintained separate from Damian’s art room. A place where he worked with words instead of paint. Where he sketched out dreams he’d walked through. Where he processed the world through written word and careful observation.
But as dawn broke and the house began to stir, he found himself drawn back to the bedroom.
Back to Eve.
