Chapter Forty-three: Claimed

SIGRUN

I didn’t think it possible, since I felt spent, but somehow his words aroused me again.

My heart thudded in anticipation as he towered over me on the bed. He lowered his lips to mine and kissed me, I hungrily opened up, tasting myself on his tongue.

“Can you taste how sweet you are, princess?” He murmured between kisses. “You have ruined the taste of all other meals for me.” A deeper, hungrier kiss. “Gods, I could eat your cúnt all day.”

Varul’s dirty talk was my new favorite thing in the world. I whimpered as his hand lowered and his fingers played with my pússy, priming me up again, making me wetter.

“Already so wet for me again. My good girl,” he said huskily, sounding pleased.

My skin lit up with his praise. Here and now in this room, I wanted nothing more than to please him. Maybe I did have a praise kink after all.

Varul eased back and worked his trousers down, freeing himself and sliding it down his powerful legs. He tossed it blindly, still kissing me, and I heard it land on a heap somewhere on the floor.

My mouth dried when he pulled back from kissing me and I stared at his huge erection.

Oh my…

I’d caught a brief glimpse of it that night at the pool, but seeing it again up close, I was lost for words.

How would I—?

How would it—?

His cóck, like the rest of him, was magnificent. It jutted out proudly, hard as steel. Veins ran down the sides, the bulbous head dripping with precúm as he slowly pumped his length.

I suddenly wanted to taste him, to feel his girth pumping down my throat. Subconsciously, my tongue darted out to wet my lips.

Varul must have deciphered what I was thinking from my expression because he gave a low, rough chuckle. “Princess, if you keep staring at my cóck that way, this will be over before it even begun. And the gods know that I am not ready to be done with you anytime soon.”

I breathed heavily as he settled himself over me. He slid his hands down to guide his length against me, the hot, blunt tip of his erèction pressing heavily at my entrance. I was completely slick, primed and aching from the barrage of orgásms he’d just dragged out of me, but the sheer size and feel of him made my breath catch.

He pushed forward gently, and I gasped at the burn as my pússy stretched.

“Ah!” I felt uncomfortably full.

Varul went rigid and he groaned like he was in pain, his forehead resting gently on mine as he breathed heavily. I heard him mutter a curse.

“Gods…princess. You are so tight. My cóck is barely even in your cúnt.”

Barely? Was he serious?

I was panting now. I twitched and moved, and Varul swiftly grabbed my hips to still me.

He let out a pained, embarrassed laugh into my neck. “Princess…please, can you stop moving. I-I need a little time to catch my breath or this will be over too soon.”

Hearing the slight tremble in the Alpha’s voice that told how much he was being affected by me was enough to undo me. I trembled silently.

We laid like that for a few more seconds, his face in my neck, my hands caressing his hair and rubbing circles on his back. The collective rhythm of our heavy breathing was the only sound in the room.

Then he raised his head from my neck and kissed me hungrily. He grabbed my thighs, raising them so that my feet were flat on the bed.

“Now, I am going to mark you, Sigrun. I am going to bind your soul to mine forever,” he whispered, his chest heaving as he stared down at me, his eyes shining with intensity. “Tell me you want it.”

I searched my brain for something I wanted more, but found none. In that moment, I wanted him more than breath.

*I want you.*

“I want it,” I gasped instead, my fingers clawing into his broad shoulders.

With a low, possessive rumble, Varul angled my hips higher and drove himself inside me in one deep thrust.

I groaned at the burn and pressure.

“Breathe, princess,” Varul ordered hoarsely, and I obeyed instantly, drawing air into my lungs.

The fullness was overwhelming, a sharp stretch that soon dissolved into a wave of blinding, white-hot ecstasy. I let out a loud, breathless cry, my legs wrapping instinctively around his waist as he began to move slowly.

He captured my hands, caging my wrists above my head in one of his large hands. His other hand roamed my body, caressing every sensitive spot.

“I have looked forward to this moment since the day I saw you,” he growled as he thrust into me.

“Your body consumes my thoughts.”

Another thrust. His breathing was ragged and wild in my ear.

“Your scent drives me wild.”

Another thrust.

“And yet with all my fascinations…” A deeper thrust. “…Everything about you has exceeded everything I imagined…”

I cried out, his words invading me as deep as his cóck was. My eyes were hazy and unfocused. I shut them, reveling in the exquisite feel of his cóck in my pússy. Feeling pleasantly restricted by his hands and body.

“Look at me, princess. I need your eyes on mine while I fúck you,” he ordered.

I opened my eyes and tried to focus my gaze on him.

I saw it then, a golden gleam in his eyes that burned brighter as he fúcked me.

“Mine,” he growled in a deep voice that sounded otherworldly. Like someone else had taken over.

Then he drove into me faster with powerful, rhythmic strokes, each thrust hitting a depth that made my mind fracture into a thousand pieces. The friction against my overly sensitized core was pure madness.

Every time his heavy hips slammed against mine, a fresh jolt of pleasure shot straight to my spine.

He leaned down, his massive chest pressing against my breasts. I felt his lips press against the base of my neck, right where my shoulder met the column of my throat. His sharp fangs grazed the sensitive, pulse-lined skin, making me shudder violently beneath him.

“Varul…” I cried out, my head tossing back into the furs as another massive climax rushed over me like a tidal wave.

At the exact moment my body convulsed around him, clamping him tight in a desperate grip, Varul let out a deafening, feral roar. His teeth sank deep into my neck.

A sharp spike of agony flared, but before I could scream, it was instantly swallowed by an explosion of blinding, golden warmth that flooded my veins.

It felt like liquid lightning pouring from his fangs straight into my bloodstream, rushing through my heart, rewriting my very biology.

And God, I felt it. The binding of our essence.

Our souls slammed together, binding tightly into an unbreakable, telepathic knot.

He filled me completely, pouring his warmth deep inside me as his grip tightened, holding me impossibly close while we both rode the crashing waves of our release.

For a long time, the only sound in the dark room was our ragged, synchronized breathing. Varul buried his face in my hair, his heavy body keeping me safely anchored to the bed. My wrists were still trapped in his hand.

The pain in my neck was already fading into a soothing, throbbing heat, replaced by a deep, pulsing hum of absolute security and a strange, newfound strength humming beneath my skin.

It felt…wonderful.

My sated smile broke through my exhaustion, my trembling hands smoothing over his bare, sweat-glistening back.

But as the seconds ticked by, the supernatural bond that had just snapped into place inside my chest suddenly began to warp. The warm comfort twisted, violently violently transforming into a cold, electric jolt that shot through my spine.

My vision blurred. The amber light of the hearth vanished, replaced by a sudden, blinding flash in my mind’s eye—shadows moving through the trees, a massive pack of giant wolves running through the snow at impossible speeds, and a dark, ancient voice whispering directly into my head.

My eyes snapped open. I looked up at the ceiling, but I couldn't see the stones anymore. The room felt freezing cold, and a heavy, unnatural gasp tore from my throat as a brilliant, glowing blue light flared behind my corneas.