Held by Luna Voss
5
Barion
I’m consumed by the smell of Melyta’s heat as I lead her wordlessly from the car into our apartment. My cock is fully hard inside my pants, throbbing with desire for her, and I know that what she’s going through must be even more intense than that. I can see her mating slick running down her legs, her beacon glowing a uniform gold, seemingly completely out of her control. She whimpers as I pull open our front door, my hand glued possessively to her waist.
“Knot me,” she begs for about the third time in the last 10 minutes.
I chuckle. “That’s what we’re here for, vulta.”
“But your stupid knot isn’t inside me yet,” she whines, pressing herself against me and starting to grind her crotch against my knee.
“No more talk,” I whisper, pressing my lips against hers.
She melts against me, kissing me back hungrily as I push her up against the wall. “Yes,” she moans, running her fingers through my hair. “Vostra, yes…”
My lips trail down to her neck as my hands find her ass, working her panties down her legs. They’re so wet that they stick to her, and I rip them open with a growl. She giggles as they fall to her ankles and she steps out of them.
“When you’re in heat, your little cunt is mine,” I growl, wrapping my hand around her neck. “Fucking mine to knot, and no one else’s, got it?”
“Yes, Vostra,” she moans as I push a finger inside her wet hole. “Ohhhhh…”
She throws her head back, gasping throatily as I add another finger and start to curl them forward against her front wall. I nibble her throat, desperate to taste her, to experience all of her that I can.
God, she’s so fucking ready for me.I can feel her pussy clenching around my fingers, my whole hand growing slick with her wetness. This is primal. I need her like a beast, not a man.
Before I’ve even had a chance to think, my cock is free from my pants, painfully hard, pre-cum trickling freely from the tip. She watches me with big, pleading eyes as I lift her up and slip my shaft between her legs, our fluids mingling at the point of penetration.
And then with a growl of satisfaction, of need, I push my entire length inside her, marveling at how little resistance her body provides thanks to the lubrication of her mating slick.
“Vostra,” she gasps, wrapping her legs around me. “Vostra, please, fuck me.”
I pin Melyta against the wall by her neck as I start to move myself inside her, snarling, ravenous. Her heat fills my nostrils as I thrust, her soft, warm body yielding to me with every forceful stroke.
This is what I was made for. This is everything. My blood roars and my fangs extend, scraping against her neck. She quivers, moaning, and I pierce her with another driving thrust.
“Your knot,”she begs. “Barion…”
Lifting her by the ass, I carry her over to the bed, desperate to claim my prey. She squeals, clinging to me. I clamber onto the mattress, still inside her, and press my lips against hers as I put my weight on top of her.
“Please,” she whimpers, fumbling with the buttons of my shirt. “Knot me, Vostra…”
I ignore her, grabbing her wrists and pinning them to the bed. I know what she wants. She’ll get it when I’m ready.
And I’m going to be ready soon. I knew that from the moment I sank my cock inside her. The need I feel for her now is one that can’t be ignored.
“Tell me you’re my vulta,” I grunt, trying to bring myself closer, to hasten my knot. “Tell me you belong to me.”
“You own me,” she moans. “I’m your vulta.”
Pleasure sparks through me as my knot begins to grow at the base of my shaft, stretching open her wet cunt. She gasps underneath me, squeezing me with her legs, and I bury my face in her neck.
“Vostra,”Melyta whimpers, her voice barely audible. “Vostra…”
I rock my knot inside her, moving it as much as its now-significant size allows. We’re tied together. I couldn’t pull out of her if I tried. God, I love this. I love her.
As I lean down to nuzzle Melyta’s face, I’m surprised to detect the salty wetness of tears. My mate is crying gently, trying to bury her face in my chest.
“What is it, vulta?” I ask softly, cupping her face. “Are you all right?”
“Yes,” she sniffles, squeezing me with her arms. “Just— hold me.”
I do, squeezing her tightly as I stroke the hair from her face. She cries softly, even as her beacon glows a gentle blue.
“I love you, Vostra,” she whispers finally, wiping her eyes. “Thanks for being there.”
“Always, vulta,” I reply, kissing her forehead.
