Chapter 246: The Second Claiming +18

Azura’s POV

His pace stayed steady and relentless, deep, grinding thrusts that kept the broad head of his shaft pressing hard against that sensitive spot inside me with every single stroke.

The wet, slapping sound of our hips colliding grew louder and dirtier. Wet slick coated his balls and the insides of my thighs.

I broke again. My voice shattered into high, breathless cries as my inner walls clamped down hard on his shaft, milking him through another explosive climax.

Rhydor growled low in his chest, fucking me straight through the orgasm, riding the violent clenching of my body until I was completely limp, wet, and shaking beneath him.

Only then did he freeze, buried to the hilt inside me.

His mouth moved over the side of my neck, settling right over my beating pulse. He licked the slick skin once, then bit down, not hard enough to draw blood yet, but pressing his sharp fangs deep enough into my skin to make me arch my back and cry out.

His hips gave a shallow, rolling grind, driving his cock as deep as it could go while his teeth held my neck captive.

"Breathe for me, Pumpkin," he growled low against my ear. "Tell me you want it. Tell me you want my mark. Tell me you are mine."

"I want it!" I cried out, tears of overwhelming love and desire spilling from my eyes. "I want your teeth! Mark me, Rhydor! Make me yours forever!"

He let out a fierce, guttural roar against my skin and bit down properly.

His long, sharp Alpha fangs sank deep into the soft flesh of my neck.

A sharp, searing flash of pain flared for a split second, before instantly melting into an explosive wave of pure, liquid heat that raced down my spine and exploded between my legs.

My soul crashed into his with violent force, the mate bond locking into place permanently.

I screamed into his shoulder, my body entering a hard, shattering climax. My vegina clamped around his cock in tight, rhythmic pulses.

Rhydor held the deep bite, growling wildly into my flesh, his hips grinding in short, desperate bursts as he finally lost control.

He thrust hard into me three more times, and then, with a deep, chest-rattling roar, Rhydor came.

A thick, hot flood of his seed poured deep inside me, filling my womb with intense heat. He kept thrusting through his release, shallow, heavy rolls of his hips that pushed his mark and his claim deep inside my body until he finally stilled.

He slowly released his teeth from my neck, lapping softly at the tiny drop of blood on my skin with his warm tongue.

The sacred mark was left behind, dark, swollen, and beautifully permanent.

He collapsed carefully over my chest, staying fully buried inside me, his heavy chest heaving against mine as our shared soul-bond hummed like a plucked harp string between our hearts.

He was permanently mine now.

Rhydor lifted his head slowly, looking down at me with pure, devotion-filled eyes.

"That was just the First mark," he said, his voice hoarse and deep. "Because I am not done with you yet, Azura. Not even close."

Rhydor did not pull out of me. He stayed buried deep inside my body while the sweat cooled on our skin, and the afternoon sun shifted higher in the trees, filtering a warm amber light through the sheer lace tent.

His mouth never left my neck for long. He pressed soft, lingering kisses over the fresh mark, occasionally scraping the edge of his fangs against the tender skin, sending a slow drag of his wet tongue that kept the wound throbbing in time with my fast pulse.

"Can you feel that, Pumpkin?" he murmured against my skin, his breath fanning over my throat. "That is mine now. Every single time you move, every time your heart beats inside your chest, you are going to feel me right there."

I could feel it clearly. The mate was like a living, burning fire right under my skin, a constant, low pull that made my body tighten around his still-hard cock without me even thinking about it.

Rhydor let out a low groan at the sudden squeeze, rocking his hips forward once, slow and deep, just enough to remind me how full I still was.

"Rhydor..." I whispered, my fingers tracing the hard muscles of his back.

He finally eased himself out of me. The wet sound of his exit was loud and filthy in the quiet tent as a thick mixture of his seed and my own slick spilled out onto the soft sheepskin blankets.

He watched it happen with dark, possessive eyes, his breathing heavy.

He reached down with his long fingers and scooped up the wet mess, spreading it back over my folds and swollen clit, coating my skin in our combined release.

"Messy," he said, his voice dropping into a low, affectionate growl. "I love seeing you messy like this for me."

He cleaned his fingers with his tongue, then leaned his head down between my thighs. He licked me clean with long, thorough strokes, taking his time, gathering every bit of liquid until my thighs were shaking again, and I tried to pull my knees together.

But he held my legs open with easy strength.

"No, no, Pumpkin, " he murmured, looking up at me through his dark lashes. "I am going to take you again while the mark is still fresh. I want to feel you clench around me with my fangs pressed back against your skin."

He shifted his body carefully, pulling me up so that I was straddling his lap. My bare thighs rested on either side of his hips, his hard cock sliding along my soaked folds. I placed my hands flat against his broad chest, steadying myself as I slowly lifted my body and sank onto him in one slow, heavy glide.

"Ah..." I gasped, my head falling back.

The stretch felt completely different from this position. It was deeper, heavier, and more intense.

He filled me to the limit, the broad head of his shaft pressing against places inside me that made my vision spark with bright light.

His broad hands settled firmly on my hips, guiding my movements without forcing me.

"Ride me," he growled low, his hands gripping my waist. "Slow, Azura. I want to watch your face while you take every single inch of me."

I began to move. I lifted my hips slowly, dragging his thick length almost all the way out before sinking all the way back down until our bodies slammed together.

Thwack. Schlick.

The wet sounds were so loud now, filling the lace tent. Slick and seed coated his shaft and the insides of my thighs. Every single time I bottomed out, the fresh mark on my neck pulsed in direct rhythm with the deep stretch inside my womb.

Rhydor’s eyes never left my face, burning with pure Alpha possessiveness.

His hands slid up from my hips, trailing over my waist and ribs until he cupped both of my breasts, pinching and rolling my wet nipples until they were tight, hard, and aching.

"That is it," he growled out, his jaw tight. "Use me, Pumpkin. Take whatever you need."

I kept moving, finding a steady, rolling rhythm that kept the head of his cock dragging over that sensitive spot inside me on every single downstroke.

The mate bond flared hotter and hotter with every second that passed. Sweat beaded between my breasts and rolled down my skin.

My thighs burned from the effort, but I could not stop. Rhydor let me control the pace for a long time, watching me with dark, hungry eyes, occasionally thrusting his hips up to meet mine, never rushing me.

When my legs finally began to tremble and give out, he sat up completely. He wrapped one heavy arm tightly around my waist and his other arm around my shoulders, pulling me flush against his hard chest.

The new angle drove his cock even deeper inside me than before. He buried his face in the soft skin on the other side of my neck and began thrusting up into me in short, hard, powerful bursts.

Slap. Slap.

"Ah... Rhy... ahhh... M-mark me a-again," I whimpered into his ear, my fingers digging into his back. "Please, Rhydor... mark me again."

He did not answer with words. He simply turned his head and bit down hard on the opposite side of my throat. His fangs sank deep into my flesh while his hips kept pounding up into me without slowing down.

The sudden pain exploded into pure, blinding heat. I came instantly, so hard that my vision went completely white for a second.

My inner walls locked down around his shaft in violent, crushing spasms, milking him for everything he had.

Rhydor held the deep bite, growling wildly into my skin, fucking me straight through the orgasm with deep, grinding thrusts until I was crying out against his shoulder.

When he finally released his teeth from my neck, the second mark was already blooming dark, swollen, and red.

He licked the tiny drop of blood away with gentle, thorough licks, then kissed the fresh wound with reverent softness while his hips slowed to a gentle roll.

"Two marks," he rasped out, his voice completely wrecked. "You are mine twice over, Azura. And I am still not done."

He laid me back down on the sheepskin rugs without pulling out of me, settling his body over mine once again.

He braced one hand beside my head while his other hand slid down between our wet bodies, his fingers finding my oversensitive clit and rubbing it in tight, fast circles.

I tried to twist my hips away from the overwhelming intensity, but he followed my movement, keeping the pressure steady while his shaft stayed buried deep inside my body.

"You can take it," he whispered against my lips. "I want one more release out of you. One more while I am still deep inside you and these marks are still burning."

He kept his fingers moving in fast, relentless circles while he fucked me in long, deep strokes that never left me empty.

The double feeling of his fingers on my clit, his cock deep in my womb, and the throbbing pain of the twin marks on my neck was almost too much to bear.

Tears of pure pleasure slipped from the corners of my eyes.

Rhydor leaned down and gently kissed the tears away from my cheeks, never breaking his rhythm for even a second.

"That is it, Pumpkin. Let it build up. Do not fight it."

The third climax rolled through my body slower and deeper, so intense that my entire frame stiffened. A fresh wave of slick poured out around his cock.

Rhydor let out a low growl as if the feeling finally broke his last bit of restraint. He let go of his control, thrusting harder, deeper, and faster, chasing his own final release while my body pulsed around him.

Thwack! Thwack!

He came with a broken, guttural roar against my neck, his cock pulsing thick and hot, flooding me deep inside once again.

His hips stuttered and rolled until every last drop was spent, and then he collapsed carefully over me, careful not to crush my body under his weight.

We lay locked together for a long time, breathing hard, the mate bond humming between our souls like a living thing.

His tongue returned to my neck, gently licking both of the marks, soothing the stinging flesh while our hearts slowly returned to a steady beat.

The lace tent filtered the late afternoon sun into a soft, warm gold. Outside, the forest remained quiet and still. Inside, the only sounds were our heavy breathing and the soft, tender kisses he kept pressing against my neck.

Eventually, Rhydor slowly eased his cock out of my body. A thick mess spilled onto the blankets, but neither of us cared. He pulled me close against his chest, wrapping one of his heavy legs over mine, keeping his face buried in my neck near the marks.

"No pressure," he whispered, echoing the words he had said earlier. "We have the rest of the afternoon. We have the whole night if you want it. I can hold you right here and let the bond settle into our blood. It is your choice, Pumpkin."

I turned my head and buried my face into the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent, sex, and the faint taste of my own blood on his lips.

"Just hold me," I whispered, smiling against his skin. "Hold me for a while."

Rhydor’s arms tightened around my waist, pulling me as close as humanly possible. A low, deeply satisfied sound rumbled in his broad chest.

"I have got you," he murmured, his lips pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. "I have got you forever."