He groaned out the last word as I gasped and squirmed beneath him, moving my hips in a mindless rhythm, trying to match his. But he picked up speed just as I managed to meet it, changing the intensity. His hips slammed between my thighs, shoving them even wider so he could get deeper.

His head lowered and I tilted my neck back to avoid his horns. I whimpered when he suckled on my nipples, when he teased his sharp fangs across them. Never before had I thought them so incredibly sensitive.

“You’re going to make me come again,” I gasped out. “Oh, please please please.”

“You beg so well, wife,” he growled, lifting his head, meeting my eyes. “Beg me more.”

His order sent fire through my veins. It was strange to see him like this. His body might have grown, his strength even more fearsome, but his features weren’t any different. Still, he felt changed. His focus was entirely pinned onto me. I felt like he could see every glimmering facet of my soul, like he demanded that it was his.

It felt like his. Right in this moment.

I wouldn’t beg him, per se, but I would still give him what he wanted.

“Make me come,” I ordered him, my own voice coming out as a small little growl that made Azur’s nostrils flare and his hips snap forward.

That was when I felt it.

His knot.

The bulging, rounded flesh that would effectively seal us together if he managed to get it inside me.

Which he seemed intent to do, with fire in his eyes and a punishing thrust of his hips.

“My stubborn little wife,” he hissed, his head lowering, fucking me so powerfully that I would’ve slid across the rug had the bracket of his wrists not held me in place. “You won’t be able to walk for an entire week. I’ll ensure it.”

“Make me come. Make me come,” I commanded him again, but this time it came out as a pleading whimper. Suddenly, his fangs pricked my neck again and he took a dizzying pull of my blood. My eyes rolled back into my head and I curled my nails into his wrists. “Azur!”

The burn of his knot came.

I began to sob, desperate little gasps of air as I rocked against him. I wasn’t sure if I was trying to get away or if I was trying to get it inside. I flinched at the pain, but it felt so good, mingling together until I couldn’t discern one sensation from the other. Until they became an entirely new thing, a new sensation I’d never felt before, infinitely better than anything I’d experienced.

When I orgasmed, Azur fully seated himself in my body.

I heard his roar echo through my very bones.

Chapter 33

Azur

Sublime, magnificent pleasure ate me up from the inside out.

As I unleashed thick ropes of come into my wife, every thrust made my engorged seal rub inside her tight cunt, making more and more burst from my cock. The pleasure was too intense. It was nearly pain. Yet I couldn’t stop. There was a primal need within me, urging me to drink, to fuck, to mark, to claim my blood mate. Mine. She was fucking mine.

I jerked, mindlessly continuing to slam into her with rough, long thrusts, hearing Gemma’s hoarse scream, feeling her dull little nails dig themselves into my flesh, anchoring me to her.

As if my seal wouldn’t do just that.

My first rage during the blood madness.

I never would’ve been prepared for its intensity. I knew this was only the beginning. This had nearly sucked out my entire soul. She had nearly sucked out my entire soul as her cunt had spasmed around my cock, tight and hot and slick and greedy, trying to drain me dry.

But already I felt the power of the berserker rage rise. I’d unleashed it to take down a kyriv. I’d been in awe—and trepidatious—of how easy it had been, when before it had taken intense, almost meditative, concentration, mingled with the lust for battle, for blood but also with fear.

With the kyriv, I had done it at will. Like a flipped switch. I was strengthened on Gemma’s blood. Her life’s soul was in me now. Our souls in the Nyaan realm were entwined.

I shuddered with the last of my orgasm and finally retracted my fangs from her neck, full and sated and yet ravenous. When I pulled back to look down at her, I saw her eyes were half-lidded, and she continued to pulse and flutter around my cock.

My hand went to her throat, gripping it softly, feeling her heartbeat against my palm. Her lips were parted, and I leaned down to lick her jawline, nipping at her flesh, rubbing my horns against her.

I maneuvered her neck back and trailed my lips to hers. Our tongues tangled. She could taste her blood on my tongue, but instead of disgust, she made a small sound that resembled a moan. Her shy exploration of my kiss made my knot throb between us.

I could already feel the wound down my chest was closed, the skin already mending itself though the blood would need to be washed away.

Not before I fuck her again, I knew. Now that this last barrier had been breached, I didn’t know if I’d be able to stop.

She gasped when she felt me thrust, testing her stretch around my knot.

Her eyes were wide, her pink, full lips parted. “A-Again?”

“Again,” I rasped, my voice practically grim. “I told you, wife. You won’t be able to walk for a week when I’m done with you. Blame that stubborn mouth of yours.”

She glared. Yet I felt primal delight when her brows furrowed in a different expression entirely when I reached between us, running the backs of my fingers against her sensitive clit. Gemma jerked, spine arching.

“Too much,” she whimpered. But there was a fire building in her eyes.

I growled. “Too bad.”

The swelling of my seal hadn’t gone down enough to truly fuck her the way I wanted. Until then, I’d hold her on the edge.

When I stroked her clit again, she ground her teeth together, but I didn’t miss the way she began to spasm around my cock. I didn’t miss the flush that spread over the tops of her cheeks or her breathy gasp when I pressed and teased the little bud of flesh, exposed to me since her cunt was still stretched so, so tight around me.

I couldn’t take my eyes off her.

“Is…is your rage over?”

I bared my teeth at her in a savage smile. “Does it look over?”

Her gaze flickered down my body when I went to my knees between her thighs, letting her see the hulking strength she’d unleashed within me. Her eyes widened. “How long?”

How long would the rage last?

“However long I want,” I rasped. Not entirely true, I supposed. Rages typically lasted a day, but a Kylorr could extend them up to two if they had the proper stimulation, if they were in the heat of battle, just like our ancestors.

This felt like a battle all its own.

A claiming.

A victory that I intended to take.

Come was beginning to leak from her body, running down my shaft. My knot was still throbbing, but some of the swelling had eased.

Experimentally, I gave a soft thrust into her slick heat. Her body shuddered and she gasped. I growled. There was a pent-up need flowing in my veins. I was about to unleash it onto her.

Going berserk always felt like a monster was coming out of me. A beast rising to the surface, a beast I embraced and let guide me. It was instinct. There was a film that glazed over my eyes as I looked down at my wife: her thighs splayed wide, her brown nipples puckered and tight, with a feral look all her own shining up at me.

Beautiful.

The monster inside me was ravenous for her. I wanted to drain her dry. I wanted to fuck her into the next realm, fill her womb with my seed, and lay my claim.

I should have been fucking her from the very beginning, I thought, easing my cock out of her, shimmering with our combined fluids. I blew out a long breath when I ran my hot palm down the length, holding the root of it. The cool air in the room rushed over my exposed shaft, making chills run down my spine.