A unique ache coursed through me as Leonardo’s rigid length pressed at my entrance. I remembered how my core clenched painfully at the sight of him. It was larger than I thought a normal male might be, but Leonardo did have an unusually large build.
As he slid inside of me, stretching me in a way I had never experienced, something came over me. It was more instinct than anything else, this urge that I needed to fulfill. Just as pain tore through my groin and stomach, I sank my teeth into the hollow of Leonardo’s throat.
“Fuck, kitten.” He hissed, drawing out the words through clenched teeth. He stiffened inside of me, waiting until I retracted my teeth from his flesh. A chuckle rumbled up his chest, and the lopsided smile that graced his face was nothing short of boy-ish.
“Warn me if you’re going to do that next time, I nearly ended our fun early.”
“I don’t know what came over me.” I admitted, whimpering when Leonardo began to move inside of me. The friction coupled with the feeling of being stretched to my limits, it was strange and somewhat addicting. I could feel every muscle of his ripple and tense above me, reacting to the feel of me pulsing around him.
“Don’t apologize.” He chuckled lowly, flashing just a hint of his elongated canine. My back arched off the grassy floor when it scraped against the soft flesh of my neck. “I think it’s only fair, I get to mark you in return.”
He gave me no time to reply, sinking his teeth deep into my neck. In that same moment, he began working his thick length between my legs. My body whirled with both pain and pleasure, completely consumed by the sensations in my neck.
At one point, I had assumed Leonardo and I would no longer need to mark one another. We weren’t technically werewolves anymore, even though we still had our other form. Then again, there isn’t much research on changing species. As it turned out, marking one another was one of the last things we needed to strengthen our bond. Marking and mating, the way two werewolves would solidify their own bond.
As those last two obstacles fell away, stars danced behind my eyes and the floodgates to my mind swung wide open. The bond between Leonardo and I twisted and looped, forming a shimmering rope that locked the two of us together. I could feel the moments our thoughts collided, like long lost friends finally brought together.
I could feel him, hear his thoughts and knew he felt the same way I did. We were in awe of one another, and the vulnerability that passed between the two of us.
‘Fuck, she’s so beautiful.’ Fluttered from his frantic thoughts, drunk on pleasure and my touch. ‘So fucking lucky.
His thoughts grew more jumbled as our pleasure heightened, brought on by our completed bond. His movements became rougher, revealing this new side of himself. Every thrust stretched me, but my body seemed to know it needed more.
My hips moved against his on their own, a sight he seemed entranced with. His hands grasped at every part of me, leaving both pleasure and pain in their wake.
Leonardo seemed to enjoy treading that line, starting small fires of pain, to wash it away with icy pleasure. His lips were cold against my heated skin, and I yelped when his teeth dipped into the sensitive flesh of my nipple. He devoured every inch of my full breasts.
I threw my head back and nearly screamed when his pace became unforgiving, hitting the very deepest parts of me. My legs were lifted over his arms, spreading me wide beneath him. The friction against my clit was threatening to send me over the edge, but it was the sight of his thick shaft slamming inside of me that finally sent me spiraling.
His grunts became deeper, more animalistic as he dug his fingers into the earth and thrust home. ‘That’s it, kitten. Come on my cock?’
It wasn’t the way his steel-hard length stiffened inside of me, nor the way his muscles went taut, that coaxed an earth-shattering orgasm from me. It was the way his eyes went wide, and his jaw slack as he emptied himself inside of me.
As pleasure rippled through every nerve in my body, I could feel wave after wave of shimmering magic ripple from my soul. I couldn’t stop it, no matter how much I tried. It poured from me the way rain soaked the earth.
As I came down from my high, I noticed how utterly weak I felt.
Leonardo had me cradled in his arms, my legs still tangled around his waist. He brushed the hairs back from my forehead, and I absolutely marveled in his touch.
He was being gentle, with every kiss and whispered word. I was too tired to fight when he used the scraps of my shredded nightgown to clean the wetness from between my legs.
We laid sprawled out in the grass, wrapped in one another’s touch. Even though we were in a courtyard garden, it was a private moment between the two of us.
Every muscle in my body felt sore and stiff, a different sensation from the one between my legs. This kind of weakness after sex, I knew it wasn’t normal. I wasn’t able to question it for much longer, because my eyes were already fluttering shut. I was asleep in Leonardo’s arms seconds later.