Rorick knew that others could hear them. Ophelia never shifted her canine ears away, and this far into their territory, the others likely would not either. And the worst part was that it pleased him. That they would all know the amount of pleasure he gave his mate. So, when Keres sang for him, showed that she loved how he was treating her, loved being fucked like a wolf, it was explosive. The kind of pleasure that made it hard to focus on anything else. And when his knot swelled to keep his seed inside, when her walls squeezed back against the pressure like a promise to do the same, he was content.
Except, he could not stop himself. There was only one thing he was meant to do now. Breed his mate. He let go of her hair, sliding the hand down the curve of her spine until it joined the other gripping her ass. He spread her, let himself look at where they were now locked together and at the little hole he knew should not fill him with a perverse thrill, but did. There was barely anywhere to move inside of her, so he rocked his hips. Felt the pressure as he tested if it was even possible to pull out of her. It wasn't. Not even close. But, he liked the way it made her entrance stretch just a little.
"You have a great ass, wife. Maybe I'll fuck it next." It was an empty threat, if it even was a threat. He felt little licks of liquid pleasure down his spine with each rock. If she were not his mate, he would have gone soft like any human. With her, it would not happen any time soon. So, all he could think to do was wrap an arm around her waist and guide them both on to their side. His nose found her throat, rubbing against it possessively while his hips rocked gently, coaxing more of that intense pleasure from him.
"We can do this as often as you want. You can feed..." Just the thought coaxed a growl from him, his arms tightening on her waist. "I can fuck you. God, I want to keep fucking you." The entire time, he continued that rocking, grinding with his hips. From the sounds that tumbled from deep in his chest, she got a moment of warning before he nuzzled his face against her skin and groaned.
Another flood of hot seed spilled into her. How long this could last, even he had no idea. All he knew was that he would likely not finish with just two. He wanted to fill her as much as possible. Make every inch of her completely his. A soft bite on her throat, his tail flopping from side to side. "Do you mind? Just staying like this?"
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