Alpha Knight’s Cursed Mate

KNIGHT Shit.

“Fuck!” I screamed in frustration.

One moment, I was all over her; the next second, she was gone.

“What the fuck?” I quickly got up in bed and grabbed my pants. My whole body was shaking from arousal and fear that she could have teleported far.

For a second, I stared at my trembling hands.

It took me a while to put my pants on with my cock as hard as steel. It was pretty awful, and I almost stumbled on my ass.

I rushed downstairs, calling her name, but there was no response.

“Nirvana!” With my unnatural speed, I went to the door, barefooted. I could stand in the cold, but she couldn’t.

I called her name again until I heard footsteps and a fast heartbeat. I ran towards the back of the house, and she was there, wrapping her arms around her almost naked body.

“What the fuck!” She grunted in anger as she tiptoed on her feet in my direction. I was thankful it was not snowing, but the weather would still be chilly for her.

“Sweetheart.” I scooped her in my arms, and she was shivering. “Wrap your arms around yourself. The heat from my body will help you warm up.”

“What the hell is wrong with me?” Her chin was trembling as she pressed her cheek against my chest. “I accepted my fate, and still, I couldn’t enjoy a day with you without flitting away.”Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“I’m sorry, Nirvana.”

“This is not your fault. This is mine. I couldn’t control this thing inside me.”

“Yeah, and it ruined our moment.” I hid my smile, but she heard it in my voice.

“It’s not close to funny, Knight. I fell on the ground, naked. My butt hurts, and I nearly got a frostbite.”

I put her down on the couch and wrapped the fleece around her. “Don’t move and take a breath, okay? Don’t go anywhere. I’ll be right back.” I sprinted upstairs to take some blankets and pillows. I came back, and she was in the same position, curled into a ball.

I spread blankets on the floor near the fireplace and put pillows on them so she could get warm and maybe continue where we left off.

“Relax. Don’t overthink it.” I scooped her up and put her on the blanket, then joined her and wrapped her in my arms.

“Easy for you to say. You’re not the one who always landed on an ass.”

I grinned silently. It sounded funny but terrible at the same time. “Maybe we should learn how to control it before we mate.”

“Fuck it, Knight.” She sat down, glaring.

“What do you have in mind?” My eyes landed on her chest. She had gorgeous firm tits with perfect size, just enough in my palm.

“I don’t want this thing to gain control of me. I accepted and embraced it. Why can’t I still enjoy a moment with you?” She quickly pulled her panties down and went to my jeans, unbuttoning them and dragging them down with my boxers.

“Nirvana?” My heart skipped a few beats, chest heaving in anticipation, knowing she wanted it to happen as I did. “I can’t let you teleport again. Your emotions can trigger it.”

“Yeah. That’s why you’re going to blow my mind. Unless you can help me deal with this, then just shut up.” She came on top of me and kissed me hard.

I kissed her hard, ravenously, and hungrily as my hand found its way between her thigh. She was soft and wet, and she shivered as I flicked her clit with my finger, and the sheer pleasure of slamming my dick inside her made my head spin.

I could hate myself later, but right now, she wanted it to be done this way, and I would never deny her if this were what she needed.

I was hard as a rock again as I wrapped my arms around her and rolled us over so she could be beneath me. I would take control tonight. I spread her thighs wide with my knee. I could eat her until I was satisfied, but I was afraid of losing her in my sight again.

I ran my finger on her wet folds and slid it inside her pussy. She was tight as she danced against my finger while her hands were everywhere on my body, on my ass, squeezing it, thrusting her hips into my finger.

“Fuck, sweetheart. You’re wet for me.” I added another digit, and she moaned into my mouth as I worked my fingers in and out while the rough pad of my thumb rubbed in small circles over her clit.

It didn’t last long. She was drenched and ready. And her orgasm was closed.

The raw, bone-crushing cravings and obsessions I had for her went beyond what I could control, went beyond my limitations. My wolf became desperate to claim her. I was desperate to have her, to mark her, and feel her around me, all over me.

When her orgasm hit, her body shook, convulsing, breaking the kiss, crying out. Her head fell back, gasping for air as her eyes grew big, and her body turned crimson as she climaxed around my fingers.

Pulling my fingers out of her pussy, I opened my mouth and shoved them, licked them clean. Her sweet taste flooded my tongue, making me moan in euphoria.

I stared at her through hooded eyes. “Nirvana, I can’t make it slow. I had-”

“Do it. Take me. Claim me. Mark me. Make me yours. I’m ready.” She became desperate.

If I used my head, I might turn her down, but we were both desperate, and our minds were flooded with lust, and we chose our emotions to rule over us.

But she was my mate, and these overwhelming feelings were expected.

I held my cock and positioned my crown in her entrance. She shuddered, bit her bottom lip, her back arched voluntarily.

“Tell me if it’s too much.”

“You’re always too much.” She thrashed her hips up, encouraging me.

When I reclaimed her mouth, she moaned. I slid inside her, and she was already gripping me. My crown was barely inside, but the feeling of euphoria, of blissfulness, the heart-pounding, soul-bearing, skin-burning pleasure made me alive.

She made a growl of frustration, and I grumbled. I didn’t want to hurt her, and she had no idea I was losing my shit to take her slowly. My body shook for her, for control.

I pulled out and slammed hard into the hilt. She screamed my name, eyes widening.

“Too much? Did I hurt you?”

“No!” She was strong, made for me, and I knew she could take me.

The moment the word came out of her mouth, I curled my hands firmly around her so I could take her hard and fast, and I couldn’t fail her not to give her another orgasm.

I fucked her hard and fast. I wanted to mark her before her next orgasm. Pulling her up, I let her straddle on my lap, and she cried. I knew I was stretching her. I was afraid she would be able to walk straight after this. But I had forgotten the fact that she healed fast.

Surrendering her body to me, she let me fuck her, deep and hard, her tits bounced before my face. I sucked the tiny pink bud hard, and her head fell back, moaning. Her moan was music to my ear.

My skin broke out of sweat. My lungs burned, and her cries echoed in the cabin, but that did not stop me from driving in over and over again with hard thrusts until she sobbed.

I kissed her again, down her neck, nipping the side where I should mark her.

“Do it,” she said breathlessly.

“Mine.” My eyes glowed, and an animalistic growl rambled from my throat. My fangs erupted from my gums, and with one lick on the spot, I sunk my teeth into her skin, savoring the blood running down my lips, tasting it against my tongue.