She gives me a faint smile. “You aren’t hurting me, Nyx. I promise. I want all of you. Everything you would give me.”
Her words stoke the flames of my desire. I pull back and quickly flip her onto her stomach. I cover her body with mine and band my arms around her waist to hold her flush against me as I whisper in her ear. “Is this all right?”
She nods.
I use my knees to part her thighs then press my cock against her entrance. She moans, and her eyelids flutter open and closed as I enter her from behind.
I pull her back against me as I stroke into her. As I find a rhythm, I begin to move faster, pulling her against me as I drive hard and deep in a furious pace, wanting to push her pleasure to new heights.
She moans my name along with an incoherent string of words as I thrust into her over and over again. When she tightens around me and cries out my name, that is my undoing. I slam my hips against hers and hold her in place as my seed erupts from my body. I hold her tightly to me as I empty myself deep inside her.
As she lies beneath me, panting heavily and spent, my need is still not completely sated. Perhaps it is the knowledge that the prince still lives; therefore, there is always a chance she may choose him over us eventually.
Something dark and primal within me wants to fill her so full of my essence and give her such intense pleasure that she cannot even think of any other male, much less take another as her mate. It will be difficult to share her with my brothers, but not as hard as it would be if she took a human. They do not share, and I would not want to share her with a human male.
Something in the back of my mind prickles my awareness, drawing me out of my lust-filled haze. I look down in shock to find her staring up at me. She reaches up and traces her delicate fingers across my cheek. “I could hear your thoughts, my love. I don’t want the prince, Nyx,” she whispers. “I never did.”
My heart soars, and I smile down at her. I crush my lips to hers and begin to pump inside her again.
Her eyes go wide, and she opens her mouth as if to speak, but then I lift her leg, changing the angle of my thrusts and sinking impossibly deeper. She moans loudly before panting my name.
After taking her at least six times, my need is finally sated. Her body is limp in my arms as she stares up at me, threading her fingers through the hairs at the nape of my neck.
I love her so much; I want everything with her. I reach down and cup her cheek, running my thumb softly along her lower lip. “I have dreamed of making love to you many times, my beautiful Ella. I long to fill you with my essence and have kits with you someday, my beautiful mate.”
A slow grin curves her lips. “If we keep making love as many times as we did, it will probably happen sooner than you think.”
My brow furrows in confusion. “You would allow yourself to conceive so early in our relationship?”
“Allow myself?” she asks. “It would just happen on its own if we’re not careful. Which”—her gaze drops down to our hips, our bodies still joined together—“we’re not being careful at all right now. But I love you,” she whispers. “All of you, and I’m not worried. If it happens, it happens.”
I cup her cheek, searching her eyes. “Human females do not determine when their wombs open up to receive a male’s seed? They have no control of the release of their eggs?”
She shakes her head softly. “No. It all depends upon our cycle. If we make love while we’re at our fertile peak, conception can happen during that time if we don’t take precautions.”
Fierce possessiveness fills me as I stare down at her. A low growl of arousal rumbles through me as I slowly begin to roll my hips against hers once more. “And where are you at now in this human cycle of yours?”
“I—” She moans as I stroke long and deep.
I cup her chin, forcing her gaze to mine as I await her answer.
She stares up at me, her eyelids heavy with desire. “If I’m not right at my fertile peak, I am close. It’s been a few weeks since my cycle began and—”
I cut her words off with a passionate kiss. Cash and Finn may have mated her first, but I will mate her many more times than they did. I will bring her to climax so that her body will eagerly take in my seed, increasing the chances of it taking root deep in her womb.
It is tradition that a female bear a child to each of her mates if she has more than one. But the intensely possessive part of me wants to be the first to give her a child. I crush my lips to hers as I stroke long and deep inside her core.
A noise outside draws my attention, and I still. “What is—” Ella starts to ask, but I put a finger to her lips to silence her as I train my ears toward the entrance of the cave.
“Who is there?” a deep voice calls out. “Show yourself.”
Carefully, I pull away from Ella’s body. I motion for her to remain quiet and to hide.
She moves behind a large boulder, and I start toward the entrance to the cave.
I recognize the wolf shifter immediately. I straighten my shoulders and give him an icy glare.
His nostrils flare and he chuckles. “It seems like I interrupted something here.”
“This is our cave,” I growl. “Go find one of your own.”
“And what if I want to join in?” He grins,
