CHAPTER 173: WHO AM I?

Kael’s POV

The room was thick with our mingled scents, heavy and intoxicating, driving both of us to the edge of madness. It was her first heat, the first heat of a pureblood, and I knew she would not be sated easily.

Hovering above her, I took in the sight before me. She was breathtaking, her face flushed, hair spilling across the pillow like a cascade of silken clouds. Her scent wrapped around me, and with skin pressed to skin, I captured her gasping lips in a slow nip.

My cock throbbed inside her, aching to pound into her, and her tight walls clutched around me, pulling me deeper, desperate already.

Every muscle in my body strained as I held myself back. Sweat slicked my skin, burning with restraint.

When I felt her body finally soften after the waves of her release, I moved within her with a slow, testing stroke. My voice came out low, hoarse, dark against her ear. "Want more?" My dark eyes stayed fixed on her face, hungry, demanding.

She opened her eyes, meeting mine. That molten gold gleamed with an unending hunger, a silent plea. Her hips rolled against me, urging me on.

I stayed still, letting her glare at me, letting her nails bite into my skin in frustration as she tried to move me and couldn’t.

"I will fuck you as much as you want," I murmured, my hand slid up her cheek, brushing away damp strands of hair., "but first, tell me who I am."

Her brows furrowed. She writhed, legs tightening around me to coax me forward, but she was too small, too fragile against my strength.

"Say it first," I pressed, voice rough with control. "And I swear, you will never forget the way I fucked you tonight." I drew back and thrust hard into her, tearing a moan from her lips. "Just like this...."

Her moan spilled into my mouth as she clutched my shoulders, lifting her head to kiss me.

I seized her kiss, lips crashing together. "Who am I?" I whispered against her lips as I drove into her again, slower, deeper. "Tell me."

Her hips writhed beneath me, her body arching to meet me, lost in the rhythm we were building. Her breath broke into small gasps, her eyes hazy and drunk on sensation, until at last the word slipped from her trembling lips.

"...Mate..."

A savage delight ripped through me. That was the only word I wanted, the only truth I needed.

"Say it again," I breathed, my mouth at her ear, my body moving harder, faster now. "Who am I?"

"...Mate..." she gasped again, the word cracking like a vow between us.

I crushed her lips in a hungry kiss, my hand sliding beneath her head, holding her in the angle I craved. My hips slammed between her parted thighs, harder, faster, every shred of restraint shattering.

Inside me, my wolf growled and roared, begging to be unleashed, to take her in his beast form. But I would not give in. This was mine. My time with her. And I would devour her completely, body and soul.

Mate.

The word echoed in my mind, igniting something savage and unstoppable inside me. My wolf roared as I drove into her, my rhythm fierce and relentless, and she welcomed it all.

Her head fell back, lips parted in ragged gasps, her chest arching as though to offer me more. She lifted her hips to meet mine, desperate, unrestrained, begging wordlessly for more.

I shifted back on my knees, pulling her waist higher in the air just as she wished, my hands holding her firmly to keep her steady against the powerful trusts of my cock.

Her legs bent on my sides, feet pressing into the mattress to support the lower half of her body in the air, her hands clutching at the sheets until they tore beneath her nails.

Every shudder of her body, every desperate movement, only urged me deeper into madness.

And then, her body trembled violently as release claimed her again, her cries muffled in the storm of our ragged breaths and the growl rising from my chest. But I was nowhere near finished. The hunger in me was endless.

Not granting her even a breath, I flipped her over on the bed and dragged her hips upward, positioning her to take her from behind. With a growl, I slammed into her, the last threads of restraint snapping as madness claimed me. I spared her no mercy.

Her ass writhed with every brutal thrust, my strength pouring into her, every muscle of my body driving deeper. Her face pressed into the mattress, muffling the loud, unrestrained cries that spilled from her lips. Her hands clutched the sheets desperately, nails tearing into the fabric as if she could claw her way out of the relentless storm of pleasure.

The sharp, wet sounds of our bodies colliding echoed through the room, louder than before. Our ragged breaths tangled with the guttural growls of our wolves, the primal rhythm consuming us both in a frenzy that had no end.

Continuing to fuck her, I held her hand and pulled her back on her knees, her slick back pressed against my torso.

My hand strangled her neck as I made her tilt her head back and kissed her, swallowing each of her gasp and moan.

"Who am I? I asked again. It was never enough even if I ask her millions of times.

"...Mate..." she whispered in the kiss and fucked her harder than I already was.

That single word was enough to make me lose my mind.

I made her come again and again, turning and twisting her body the way I wished. And there was no energy left in her.

After a long, unsure how many hours have passed by, I let her lay in the bed, her back getting the support of the soft mattress while my cock didn’t stop ravaging her inside. It felt never enough.