He tensed, head rocked back, and hips driven forward. The second clap of his hips into her backside was followed by a third, a fourth, his thrusts hitting a swift, regular rhythm. Each stroke sent Rae higher and dragged moans and pleas for more from deep inside her.
She clutched the covers between her bound hands. The otoya’s rhythmic contractions brought her wildly over the brink, and she lost control: “Don’t stop. Claim me. Make me yours!”
The sound he made—the sensation of his pulsing erection filling her with his seed—sent her over the edge. They howled their mutual release together and the waves of pleasure swept in, crashing over her body and blinding her.
His orgasm seemed to last nearly as long as hers, every shudder and pulse from their bodies shared sympathetically with the other.
They collapsed together on their sides and he dragged her into his chest, otoya melting away so that they could lie naked together. He held her in powerful arms, heavy breath spilling over her back.
“You belong to me, my mate,” he whispered from a voice rugged and spent. “And I belong to you.”
Hearing the words sent a thrill through Rae, one that started in her heart and worked outward until it warmed every part of her. Whatever else they might face, she knew Garr had accepted it—that he loved her in the human way.
The End