"Such a good mate," he praised. "Taking everything I give you, begging for more. Perfect fucking mate."

The combination of his words and the relentless pounding pushed me over the edge, and I came hard, my legs nearly giving out beneath me. Only his strong grip on my hips kept me upright as pleasure whited out my vision.

He followed moments later, his knot swelling again and locking us in place as he pumped me full of more cum.

Was it even possible to go crazy from sex? To get high on nothing but scent and sensation and overwhelming pleasure? Because I felt completely out of my mind drunk on him and his pheromones with the bond thrumming between us.

Before I knew it, we were back on the bed, and he was positioning me on my hands and knees with my ass in the air, presenting myself for him, and Jude was behind me, running his hands possessively over my curves.

He entered me in one smooth thrust and immediately set a quick pace. His claws had extended partially, and I felt them gripping my hips, careful not to break skin but good enough to hold me exactly where he wanted me.

"Take it," he growled. "Take all of me. Such a good mate, such a perfect cunt squeezing my cock."

I was beyond words, just moaning wantonly as he fucked me. The pleasure built until I thought I might actually pass out from the intensity of it, and when I finally came, it was so hard my vision went dark at the edges, and I collapsed forward onto the bed, boneless.

He followed me down, never breaking our connection, continuing to thrust as he chased his own release. His knot swelled again, and this time when he locked inside me, it felt even bigger, even fuller, and I whimpered at the pain despite having been stretched.

I didn’t know how many days had passed or even how many hours. My throat was dry and scratchy from screaming and moaning. My body was so thoroughly fucked, so completely claimed, that I felt filled to the brim with him, with his scent, with his cum, with his very essence.

There had barely been any breaks between rounds, just enough time to drink water or catch my breath before he was on me again, needing me, wanting me, and taking me.

But now I was in the bed moaning like a wanton with Jude pounding into me, and the intensity was somehow even greater than before. Then his knot came fully swollen, and this time it lasted for hours. Hours of being locked together, feeling every pulse, every twitch, every drop he gave me while the bond amplified everything, making me feel what he felt and him feel what I felt in an endless loop of pleasure.

At some point he must have carried me to the bathroom because suddenly I was in warm water, and he was trying to clean us both up, though his cock was hard again despite having just knotted me.

"I need you again," he murmured, and there was almost an apology in his voice. "I can’t stop needing you."

I should have been exhausted and should have begged for mercy, but instead I found myself straddling him in the bathtub, sinking down onto his cock with a relieved moan like this was exactly where I needed to be.

The water sloshed everywhere as I rode him, creating small waves that spilled over the edge of the tub and onto the bathroom floor, but neither of us cared. Something about being in the water made it feel even more intimate despite the wildness of the rut, like we were the only two people in existence.

"So beautiful," he murmured, watching me with golden eyes. "Love watching you take my cock; love seeing you fall apart on it."

I braced my hands on his shoulders and moved faster, chasing the pleasure building in my wall. His hands came up to cup my breasts, squeezing and pinching my nipples as I rode him.

When we both came this time, his knot swelled in the warm water, and we stayed locked together gently rocking as the water cooled around us.

Eventually he lifted me out of the tub, his knot still inside me,together, and carried me back to bed, laying me down gently on my side. He positioned himself behind me, spooning me, and slipped back inside from this angle.

This position was gentler and more intimate, and I felt tears start streaming down my face from the overwhelming intensity of the bond and the emotions flooding through it.

"I love you," he whispered against my ear, thrusting slowly and deeply. "I love you, I love you, I love you."

I could feel everything he felt through the bond: his desperate love, his overwhelming need, and his primal satisfaction at claiming me so thoroughly. And he could feel everything I felt: my love, my trust, and my complete surrender to this connection between us.

We moved together slowly and intimately, and when we came this time, it was gentle and sweet despite the rut. His knot locked us together again, and we stayed like that, wrapped in each other’s arms, both crying quietly from the emotional intensity.

When we finally separated and lay tangled together in the sheets, I took stock of my body. There were bruises forming on my hips and thighs, not bad, just marks from the intensity of his grip. My neck had multiple bite marks from his possessive claiming. I was thoroughly marked and claimed and rutted.

"Did I hurt you?" he asked, and I could hear the worry in his voice as his eyes traced over every mark. "Fuck Rosie. I’m sorry I lost control—"

"I’m okay," I interrupted him firmly. "I promise. I love this. I love you. I love all of it."

He pulled me closer, burying his face in my hair. "We’re only halfway through the rut," he admitted quietly. "It’s going to be like this for days still."

I felt my eyes widen as the reality sank in. Can my body really take the intensity, the overwhelming pleasure? But looking at him, at my mate, at the man I loved, I found I didn’t mind at all.

"Then I guess we better pace ourselves," I said with a small smile and felt him laugh against my skin.

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