Chapter 3: Claim
Pain. Sharp. Burning. Claiming.
But it is good pain.
The second his fangs sink into the delicate skin of my neck, I arch into him, my body instinctively surrendering, my wolf howling in pleasure inside me. The mark is searing, a wound that will never truly fade, a symbol of forever.
My mate.
Mine.
His growl reverberates against my skin as he presses his massive body closer, his tongue sweeping over the fresh bite, soothing the sting while solidifying the bond. It sends a shudder rippling down my spine, something ancient and electric snapping into place between us.
The bond.
It twines around us, invisible yet unbreakable, sinking into my very bones.
I whimper, my body trembling, overwhelmed by the sheer force of it. It feels like a million sensations all at once—heat, desire, longing, completion.
I feel him inside me now. Not physically—not yet—but through the bond, through the unshakable, unyielding pull that tethers us together like two halves of a whole that have finally found each other.
I swish my tail, happiness swelling inside me.
His massive paws cage me in, keeping me pinned beneath him, possessive and dominant. He shifts slightly, pressing his weight into me, his breath hot and heavy against my throat, where his mark still throbs in time with my racing pulse.