Chapter 441

“Finnick Shadowclaw. You just promised me that you wouldn’t rip.”

Fin didn’t respond, his lips back on her mark while he pulled down his pants.

Before she could say anything else, he was pressed against her entrance, hot and thick. In one brutal thrust, he pushed inside her, then started pumping his hips, like he couldn’t wait a second longer.

She gasped, having not expected it to happen that quickly or that hard. That was a new one. The stretch was overwhelming, immediately burning her. For a second, she lay there, just taking it because it was too much.

Her back arched off the bed and her fingers dug into his shoulders hard enough to leave marks. He was so deep it registered in her chest. Her thighs tensed around his hips. Every muscle in her core locked. The fullness was staggering, the kind that made her body fight between pulling him closer and pushing him back, and before she could decide, he was already moving.

He didn’t slow down whatsoever. In fact, he sped up. The pace punched the breath out of her on every stroke. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, eliminating the air between. That also did not slow him down.

He needed her. She could feel it through the matebond, raw and unfiltered, the need of a man who had spent three hours sharing her with four hundred people and was done sharing. She was his again. Just his. And the force of the thrust said he intended to make sure she remembered that.

His chest was flush against hers. She could feel his heartbeat hammering through his ribs into hers, fast and hard and matching the rhythm of his hips. The contact was everywhere. Skin on skin. Heat on heat. No space left.

Each stroke found a place inside her that made her vision blur at the edges and pleasure began to thread through the ache. Her hips started to meet his on their own.

The angle shifted when she moved with him, and the shift hit a spot that made her gasp so hard her throat clicked. Her fingers curled into his hair. Her legs tightened. The pleasure went from threading through the ache to drowning it.

The ache was fading. What replaced it was heat, spreading outward from the place where he was deepest, and the heat was his, carried through the matebond, his pleasure feeding hers until she couldn’t tell where his body ended and hers began.

She could feel herself clenching around him with every thrust, involuntary, her body gripping him like it was trying to keep him there. The friction was unbearable. The wet sounds between them filled the room, and the sounds made her face burn, and the burning made her clench harder, and the clenching made him groan louder, and the cycle had no exit.

“Fuck yes. Just like that. Your pussy is so fucking perfect,” he groaned.

His forehead dropped against hers. His eyes were open. Watching her. The gold in them had swallowed the hazel entirely, and the look on his face was wrecked.

He knew her body. Every angle. Every sound she made and what it meant. The precision of him, even at this pace, even this desperate, was Fin through and through. He wasn’t just fucking her. He was telling her something with every stroke, and the something was: you are mine, you were always mine, and I waited all night to remind you.

The combination of his gaze, the stretch, and his relentless pace, built pressure fast in her core. Her breathing started to go ragged.

Her legs started to shake. The trembling started in her thighs and spread upward, involuntary. Every muscle below her ribs was coiling tighter with each stroke, and the coiling had passed the point where she could slow it down.

“Fin.” His name left her mouth like a warning. Her voice was barely there.

“Cum for me. Milk my cock, baby,” he breathed in her ear.

His fangs were in her neck before she realized what was happening and his venom was surging through her entire body.

The venom turned everything liquid. Her muscles, her resistance, her ability to form words. It spread through her bloodstream like warmth chasing cold, reaching her fingers, her legs, the base of her skull, and everywhere it reached, the pleasure tripled, because the venom amplified every nerve his body was already destroying.

She broke. The orgasm tore through her with a force that made her moan his name. Her body clenched around him in deep, involuntary waves. She couldn’t stop. The clenching kept going, each wave tighter than the last, pulling him deeper, and every contraction sent another pulse of pleasure through the matebond that came back amplified.

She heard herself moaning his name but couldn’t feel her mouth moving.

That tipped him over the edge. He spilled into her as her orgasm crashed through their matebond, overwhelming both of them in a feedback loop that erased time.

His groan was buried in her neck, muffled by the bite, vibrating through her throat and into her spine. She felt him pulse inside her, hot and thick, each wave matching the contractions still rolling through her body, and the synchronization was so complete it felt like one organism coming apart instead of two.

There was nothing but her pulse and his pulse and the wave that refused to end.

For a moment, she wasn’t a crown princess or a Luna Queen or a woman with two mates and a war coming. She was just a woman being held by the man she loved, feeling his heartbeat sync with hers, and the simplicity of that was the most overwhelming thing she had felt all night.

She could feel his emotions settling through the matebond. Pride still. Satisfaction.

And something quieter underneath both. Something that felt like gratitude, though Fin would never call it that. The gratitude of a man who had stood in front of his kingdom and claimed this woman and then brought her home and felt her body confirm what his words had declared. She was his. The matebond knew it. Her body knew it. And now four hundred wolves knew it too.

Aftershocks rolled through her in diminishing waves, each one pulling a smaller sound from her throat, each one making her body tighten around him involuntarily. He was still inside her. Still pressed deep. His weight on top of her was the only thing keeping her anchored to the bed because her body had lost all structural integrity.

The bite was possession. It was always possession with Fin. But tonight, after the speech, after the announcement, after four hundred wolves heard him call her Luna Queen, the bite carried something heavier. He was sealing it. Making it physical. Writing it into her skin so that every wolf who ever scented her neck would know exactly who she belonged to and exactly who had claimed her.

She winced as he withdrew, then her eyes fluttered closed, Alpha venom taking over.

Her body went limp against his chest with the total, unconditional surrender of a woman whose muscles had received their final assignment and had completed it and were now filing for permanent leave.

Fin gathered her against him. His breathing was wrecked and his chest was heaving.

“I love you, baby. Mine.”