Primal Bonds 2 (Tales of Beastkin)

12. Shiro

12

Shiro

T he past weeks had been a strange balancing act, and I had grown accustomed to the ebb and flow of my health, a peculiar tide that seemed to rise and fall with no discernible pattern. One moment, I was brimming with vitality, my senses alight with the vibrancy of life, and the next, I was as listless as a wilting flower, my energy sapped as if by some unseen force. Adam, ever attentive, had been careful not to engage in the passionate lovemaking we both yearned for, his concern for my well-being outweighing his own desires. I found solace in our tender nightly cuddles; the warmth of his body soothed my aching need for his touch.

The initial fervor over the mysterious orb of light within my belly had waned, yet Einar’s penetrating gaze often lingered on the area whenever we crossed paths. Vanessa, too, seemed captivated by it, often casting longing looks at my belly, her curiosity tempered only by Madison’s gentle admonitions.

On most evenings, I was well enough to join the others in the dining room, a privilege that brought me genuine joy. The lively banter and shared camaraderie over meals had become one of the highlights of my day.

Tonight was no different. The table was an abundance of culinary delights, each dish more tantalizing than the last. There was a succulent roast, the meat tender and flavorful, surrounded by a medley of roasted vegetables, their skins crisped to perfection. A salad of fresh greens, drizzled with a tangy vinaigrette, provided a refreshing counterpoint to the heartier fare. And rich, hearty stews that promised warmth with every spoonful.

As I savored the flavors, Lan leaned over, his eyes bright with excitement. “Shiro, did you know there’s a big event coming up soon? It’s called The New York Beastkin Summit.”

I shook my head, my curiosity piqued. Lan’s enthusiasm was infectious, and I found myself eager to hear more.

“It’s this huge gathering of all the major and minor beastkin clans in New York,” he explained, his hands gesturing animatedly as he spoke. “They discuss all sorts of important stuff, like inter-clan issues, treaties, and the challenges we face as beastkin. It’s a big deal, you know? Clan leaders have to show up, or it’s seen as a sign of weakness.”

A pang of dismay struck me at his words. The thought of Adam being away was unsettling, and the knowledge that I couldn’t accompany him due to my fluctuating health was a bitter pill to swallow.

Turning to Nolan, Lan asked with a hopeful smile, “Master Nolan, am I allowed to go this year, too?”

Nolan chuckled, a twinkle of amusement in his eyes. “If you promise not to start any fights with the Valentino and Montgomery this time, I might consider it.”

Lan feigned indignation. “But I have to! It’s not my fault Nico, Jasper, and Silas can’t handle a little playful banter without getting their fur ruffled. Besides, they started it.”

The table erupted into laughter, the mood light and jovial despite the seriousness of the topic. Vanessa chimed in, her voice laced with pride. “In that case, Lan had no choice but to retaliate and show them the Sullivan’s strength.” Her smile turned wolfish. “But I don’t mind getting my hands on Nico, Jasper, and Silas. They’re just so adorable and I bet they’ll look so gorgeous in pink sailor—”

“Vanessa, no kidnapping pretty boys from the Valentino or the Montgomery,” Nolan cut in. “Are you planning on starting a clan war in New York?”

I couldn’t help but join in the laughter, the warmth of the moment wrapping around me like a comforting blanket. Adam’s hand found its way to my hair, his fingers gently stroking the soft strands.

“Are you feeling alright?” he asked.

I turned to him, offering a bright smile to ease any concerns. “I’m fine, Adam. Really.”

His eyes searched mine for a moment longer before he nodded, seemingly satisfied with my answer.

As the night wore on, a sudden wave of exhaustion washed over me, seeping into my bones and sapping my strength. The transition was startling, like a light abruptly extinguished. I tried to push through the fatigue, to maintain the facade of cheerfulness, but it was a losing battle. I knew I had to retire before my weakness became apparent to everyone at the table.

I pushed back my chair and rose to my feet. Suddenly, the room spun wildly, and I stumbled, my vision blurring at the edges. I reached out for something—anything—to steady myself, but it was too late.

Time seemed to slow, the world around me blurring into a haze of colors and sounds. I was distantly aware of gasps and the scrape of chairs against the polished wood, but the most prominent figure in my spiraling descent was Adam. He moved with a preternatural speed, his powerful form cutting through the air to catch me before I could meet my downfall.

When my eyes fluttered open, I found myself lying on the plush sofa in the living room. Concerned faces hovered above me, their expressions etched with worry. Adam was beside me, his hand gently cradling mine, while Chase was busy checking my vitals with a furrowed brow.

“Shiro, can you hear me?” Adam asked, his voice laced with tension.

I nodded weakly, managing a small smile to reassure him. “I’m okay, Adam. Just a bit dizzy.”

Aka, ever the protective brother, was muttering under his breath, his words laced with concern. “Are you sure you’re not a quack, Dr. Grumpypants? You better be sure my brother isn’t dying or anything.”

Lan gently chided Aka for his outburst. “Don’t be silly, Aka. Chase is the best doctor we have.”

Chase raked his fingers through his hair, a sign of his growing frustration. “I’m stumped,” he admitted, his gaze filled with confusion. “There’s clearly nothing wrong with Shiro.”

Magnus said, “A beautiful, delicate thing like Shiro needs the utmost care.”

Vanessa, ever fixated on the peculiarities of my condition, couldn’t resist bringing up the subject. “Are you absolutely certain that Shiro isn’t… pregnant?”

Before Chase could respond, Lyria interjected, her keen senses attuned to the subtle shifts in my scent. “Adam, there’s something you should know. The sweet fragrance emanating from Shiro just now was incredibly strong. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever encountered before.”

Their words swirled around me, a din of theories and concerns that left me feeling more bewildered than before. All I wanted was to retreat to Adam’s bedroom, to bask in the comforting presence of Adam alone.

Just as I was about to voice my desire to escape the scrutiny of the room, Einar stepped forward, his usual serene demeanor replaced by a sense of urgency.

“Please, everyone, move back,” he commanded, his voice resonating with an authority that demanded obedience.

Surprisingly, the room fell silent, and even Chase took a step back, leaving only Adam by my side. Einar’s gaze met mine, a spark of understanding flickering in his eyes. “Adam, put your hand on Shiro’s belly,” he instructed.

Adam complied, his large hand coming to rest on my abdomen. A slow smile spread across Einar’s face, an expression of triumph that seemed out of place in the midst of our collective concern.

“I thought so,” he said. “I believe I understand what’s happening with you, Shiro.” He turned to address the room, his words carrying the weight of revelation. “The orb of light within Shiro’s belly—it’s growing. It requires both Shiro’s and Adam’s life essence to thrive. When Adam is not nearby, the orb draws solely from Shiro, which weakens him significantly. Does this resonate with you, Shiro?”

His words struck a chord within me, and I found myself nodding in agreement. “Yes, when Adam isn’t close or when we’re not touching, I feel extremely weak. But I always feel better when he’s around, especially when we’re in bed together.”

Adam’s hand on my cheek was a tender confirmation of our bond. I leaned into his touch, grateful for the comfort it provided.

Chase and Nolan exchanged a look of stunned disbelief, their minds racing to comprehend the implications of Einar’s theory.

“Could it be…?” Nolan began, his voice trailing off as he grappled with the enormity of the situation.

I watched, my heart pounding in my chest, as Einar nodded solemnly. “I think Shiro is pregnant, but not in the traditional sense. The child exists not in the physical realm, but as a manifestation of both Shiro’s and Adam’s life essences.”

A collective gasp filled the room, and I felt Adam’s hand tighten around mine. My mind reeled from the revelation, a maelstrom of emotions threatening to pull me under. Pregnant? With life essence? How could that be? My knowledge of such matters was limited, but Einar’s words carried a weight that couldn’t be ignored. It was unfathomable, yet it felt right, somehow resonating with the strange changes I had been experiencing.

Nolan muttered the words “life essence” under his breath, his brow furrowed in concentration. Suddenly, his eyes widened in realization. “Holy fuck, an essence child. I’ve read about this in Latin texts.”

Before I could wrap my head around this new information, Nolan was on his feet, calling out for Lan. “Lan, I need you to follow me. We have some urgent research to do in the archives.”

Lan, who had been quietly observing the unfolding drama, looked up in surprise. “Research? Now?”

“This can’t wait until morning,” Nolan insisted, his urgency palpable. “We need to find out everything we can about essence children.”

Madison, Vanessa, and Lyria exchanged quick glances before rushing after them, their curiosity piqued by the unfolding mystery. “We’ll help,” Madi called out as they disappeared out the door.

Adam turned to Einar, his expression serious. “If what you say is true, then what can we do to help Shiro get better?”

Chase nodded in agreement, his professional curiosity piqued. “Modern medicine doesn’t seem to be helping. We need to understand what’s happening.”

Einar looked at us, his gaze steady and reassuring. “The only way I think it’ll make Shiro better,” he said, his voice carrying an unmistakable gravity, “is, to put it bluntly, for you both to engage in the act of lovemaking. I believe that’s how the baby absorbs your life force.”

I felt my cheeks flush with a mixture of embarrassment and anticipation at Einar’s words. The idea that our physical connection could nourish the essence of our child was both bewildering and profoundly beautiful.

Adam asked, “So, the baby needs our combined life essence to thrive.”

Einar nodded. “From what I’ve gathered, that seems to be the case. Especially after hearing the explanation Nolan and Chase have found out about their research so far between alpha and omega mating, about the intermingle of essence during this knotting process.”

Adam let out a chuckle that was tinged with a hint of darkness, his hand raking through his hair in a gesture of frustration. “How stupid I’ve been. Shiro’s scent has been calling out to me these past months because our baby wants nourishment, and here I’ve been, neglecting my duty.”

Suddenly, before I could fully comprehend the situation, I found myself being lifted into Adam’s strong arms. The world spun around me as he carried me toward the door. I clung to him, my heart racing with a mix of fear and anticipation. I knew that our relationship was about to enter new, uncharted territory, and I couldn’t help but feel a little nervous.

As we left the living room, I caught a glimpse of Chase, who was shaking his head in disbelief. “An essence child… Who would have thought?”

T he world around me seemed to fade into insignificance as Adam’s powerful form loomed over me. I found myself perched on the edge of his bed, a plush expanse that seemed to swallow me up in its opulence. My heart raced, a frantic beat that echoed the tumultuous emotions swirling within my chest, my mind a tempest of desire and bewilderment, their intensity rendering me immobile.

Before I could gather my scattered thoughts, I felt the searing heat of Adam’s lips on mine, fierce and demanding. His kiss was like a tempest, sweeping me away in its ferocity. His tongue plundered my mouth, dominating and wild, as if he were staking a claim on the very essence of my being, devouring me with a wild abandon that left me breathless and reeling. I felt consumed by the raw, untamed passion that Adam exuded.

The intensity of his kiss made my head spin, and a soft whimper escaped my throat as I surrendered to the onslaught of sensation. His hands roamed my body with an urgency that was both thrilling and terrifying, igniting a fire within me that I never knew existed. There was an edge of danger to his desire, a raw, primal need that both frightened and exhilarated me.

When he finally released my lips, I was panting hard, my chest rising and falling in rapid succession. I watched, dazed and entranced, as Adam swiftly removed his clothing, each piece that fell to the floor revealed more of his beautifully sculpted form, until he stood before me in all his naked glory. He looked like a god of old, his body chiseled to perfection, and I, a mere mortal, was utterly captivated. My gaze was drawn to his cock, hard and straining, evidence of his desire for me. A jolt of need shot through me, and I felt an ache deep within my core, a yearning to be filled by him.

In one fluid motion, Adam scooped me into his powerful arms, his strength making me feel small and cherished. My cheeks flamed with heat as I managed to whisper, “Shouldn’t we take a shower first?”

A low chuckle rumbled in his chest, vibrating against my body. “Shiro, you need me. Our essence child needs us now,” he murmured against my ear. “I can’t let you grow this weak from my neglect. The shower can wait.”

His words sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine. With deft hands, he removed my clothing, each piece of fabric that fell away felt like a barrier being torn down, leaving me exposed and vulnerable to his hungry gaze. I was naked before him, my body on full display, yet I felt no shame. Instead, I reveled in the raw, unbridled desire that burned in his eyes.

Adam drew me close, his muscular form molding against mine. The heat of his skin radiated through me, his hardness pressed against me, a tangible reminder of his need. As his lips captured mine once more, my arms found their way around his neck, pulling him even closer, clinging to him as though he were my anchor in the storm of desire that raged between us. Our bodies melded together like two halves of a whole, our lips and tongues engaged in a passionate dance that transcended the physical realm, leaving me breathless and wanting.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, my own hard cock nestling against the firm plane of his belly while I felt the insistent press of his erection against my ass. It was as though our bodies were designed to fit together perfectly, each curve and angle aligning in a way that felt both new and achingly familiar.

As our kiss deepened, I found myself lost in the sensation of his skin against mine, the taste of his mouth, the intoxicating scent of his arousal that wrapped around me. I could feel the beat of his heart in sync with my own.

Adam’s hands roamed my body with an adoration that belied the urgency of his need, exploring every curve and contour. He touched me as though I were something precious, something to be cherished and protected, igniting a trail of fire wherever his fingers caressed. Yet beneath that tenderness, there was an undercurrent of raw, animalistic lust that threatened to consume us both. My own need grew with each passing moment, an insatiable hunger that only Adam could satisfy, mirroring the intensity of his desire.

As our kisses deepened, I felt as though I were falling into an abyss of pleasure, an endless void where only Adam and I existed. I moaned into his mouth as he ground his hips against mine, the friction between our bodies sending jolts of pleasure coursing through my veins.

When Adam’s lips left mine, I felt a rush of cool air against my swollen lips, a stark contrast to the heat of our shared breaths. My body thrummed with an intensity that left me both yearning for more and dizzy with the sensations that coursed through me. Adam’s fingertips danced along the curve of my spine, each touch sending shivers of delight rippling across my skin.

I could feel the slickness between my ass cheeks, the unmistakable sign of my arousal. This wetness, a peculiar yet incredibly arousing sensation, was a tangible reminder of my body’s readiness for Adam. The source of this response was the hormone omegadiol—a name Chase had given after conducting his research. This substance, specific to male omegas and similar to the female beastkin estrin, triggered my body’s physiological reaction.

Adam’s fingers trailed lower, exploring the dampness that had gathered at my entrance. I gasped as he breached me with a single digit, my muscles clenching reflexively around the welcomed intrusion. As his fingers explored me further, they slid in and out with such ease, the silkiness of my own body’s reaction to his touch both startling and exhilarating.

He groaned against my neck, his breath hot against my skin, as he murmured, “You’re so wet for me.”

The leaking nectar, this natural lubricate, was an intense experience, making me acutely aware of my omega nature and my deepening connection to Adam. This sensation, combined with the intimate exploration of his fingers, left me trembling with desire and anticipation.

A blush crept across my cheeks, the heat of my embarrassment mingling with the feverish desire that pulsed through my veins. “I… I’ve wanted you so badly,” I confessed. “These past months have been torture.”

Adam’s chuckle was a low, rumbling sound that vibrated through me, his lips curving into a dark smile that sent a thrill of anticipation coursing through my body, his eyes gleaming with raw need. “You’re not alone in that,” he said, his voice thick with need. “Your omega pheromone is so strong, so sweet. It’s been driving me crazy.”

I arched into his touch, seeking more of the exquisite pleasure that his fingers promised. “Your alpha scent is strong, too,” I admitted, my voice trembling with the intensity of my desire. “It’s driving me crazy with want, too.”

With a growl, Adam captured my lips once more, his kiss searing and possessive. His finger withdrew, only to be replaced by two, stretching me, preparing me for the inevitable union of our bodies. I moaned into his mouth, my hips canting forward, eager for more of his gentle invasion.

Adam’s lips left a scorching trail down my neck, his tongue darting out to taste my skin, each lick and nibble sending sparks of pleasure radiating through me. He paused at my nipples, his teeth grazing the sensitive buds, teasing and tormenting until they were taut and aching, flushed a deep, rosy pink. I writhed beneath him, my fingers tangling in his hair as I arched my back, offering myself to him shamelessly and urging him on as he lavished my nipples with attention.

The sensations were exquisite, each touch sending waves of pleasure radiating throughout my body. Adam’s knowing hands moved over my skin with an expertise that left me breathless, worshipping my body with an adoration that made my heart swell with an emotion too intense to be mere desire.

Adam’s mouth continued its slow descent down my body, every kiss, every nip, every lick bringing me closer to the brink of madness. When he finally reached my cock, I was trembling with need, my erection jutting out proudly, eager for the warmth of his mouth.

There, he paused, his breath hot against my skin as he looked up at me, his eyes dark with lust. Then, with a hunger that was palpable, he took me into his mouth, his lips sealing around the head of my cock as he sucked gently, the wet heat enveloping me in a sensation so intense that I nearly came undone right then and there.

He worked me with his lips and tongue, each stroke of his mouth and flick of his tongue driving me ever closer to the edge. I could feel my body tensing, my muscles coiling tightly as the pressure built within me, a rising tide of pleasure that threatened to sweep me away.

My hips bucked involuntarily, driving me deeper into the wet heat of his mouth. All the while, Adam’s fingers continued to move within me, thrusting in and out of my ass that mimicked the motion of his mouth on my cock.

The dual sensations were almost too much to bear. I was lost in a sea of pleasure, each wave crashing over me with increasing intensity. My fingers tightened in his hair, my body arching off the bed as I sought to get even closer to him, to fuse our bodies together in a desperate bid to sate the aching need that consumed me.

Adam’s other hand snaked between us, his fingers rolling and pinching my nipples, adding to the swirl of sensation that threatened to overwhelm me. I was helpless to do anything but surrender to the pleasure, my body bowing under his touch, my mind a whirl of desire and need.

I could feel the pressure building within me, a tight coil of anticipation that threatened to snap at any moment. My balls tightened, drawing up against my body as Adam’s mouth and fingers worked in tandem to drive me over the edge.

“Adam,” I gasped. “I’m… I’m going to…”

As if sensing how close I was to the brink, Adam redoubled his efforts, his fingers thrusting deeper, his mouth working my cock with renewed vigor. The pleasure crested, a tidal wave of sensation that washed over me with an intensity that left me gasping for breath.

With a cry that tore from the very depths of my soul, I came hot and hard, my seed spilling into Adam’s throat as my body convulsed with the force of my release. The sensation was incredible, a rush of heat and pleasure that left me boneless and panting, my body trembling with the force of my release. Adam swallowed around me, his throat working to take everything I had to give, his fingers still buried deep inside me, drawing out my orgasm until I was left trembling and spent in the aftermath.

As the waves of my orgasm began to subside, Adam released my cock from his mouth, his eyes locking on mine as he licked his lips, savoring the taste of me. I lay there, spent, my body a quivering mass of nerve endings, every inch of me attuned to the man who had brought me such exquisite pleasure.

Adam’s strong arms enveloped me once again, and I found myself straddling his lap, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. Our lips met in a fervent kiss, tongues intertwining as my arms encircled his neck, pulling him closer. Our bodies pressed flush against each other, the heat of our skin mingling, creating a warmth that seemed to envelop us both as we lost ourselves in the intensity of our connection.

His hands roamed my back, tracing the curve of my spine with a tenderness that belied his strength. I could feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat against my chest. The world around us faded into insignificance as we lost ourselves in each other, our bodies moving in a passionate dance.

With a gentleness that belied his strength, Adam maneuvered me, positioning me below him once more. This time, pillows were tucked behind my lower back for support, and I found myself resting against the head of the bed. I watched with bated breath as he spread my legs wide, the promise of what was to come sending shivers of excitement coursing through me.

One hand cupped my face, his thumb gently caressing my cheek as our eyes locked. There was a fierceness in his gaze that took my breath away, a raw, untamed need that mirrored my own. My body buzzed with desire, every nerve ending alive and hyper-aware. The contrast between his tender touches and the intensity of his longing only heightened my own arousal, leaving me trembling beneath him, eager for more.

The feeling of his cock, hard and insistent, pressing against my entrance, made my breath hitch in my throat. I felt myself opening up to him, welcoming him in, as he slid smoothly into me. A groan of pure pleasure escaped my lips as he filled me completely, the sensation both overwhelming and utterly intoxicating. Adam’s low growl of satisfaction reverberated through me, a tangible sign of his own pleasure as my body lovingly clasped around him.

He began to move, his hips setting a slow, deliberate rhythm as he thrust in and out of me. Each stroke was a tender invasion, a gentle wave that stoked the fire within, building it higher with each passing moment. His hand remained cupped around my face, our eyes never breaking contact, as if he were drinking in every flicker of emotion that crossed my features.

Our bodies became one in this languid dance, each movement a promise of pleasure that left me yearning for more. Adam took his time, savoring every sensation as we connected on a level deeper than the physical. The slow, sensual pace was both exquisite torture and blissful ecstasy, intensifying our bond with each careful thrust.

Our lips met in a series of soft, lingering kisses, each one a sweet affirmation of the bond that was growing between us. The world around us seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of us, joined together in the most intimate of dances.

As Adam continued to thrust into me, I could feel the tension building within my body once again. My fingers dug into the muscular flesh of his back, holding on as he took me on a journey of pleasure and discovery. I reveled in the sensation of his cock moving within me, the friction creating a warmth that spread throughout my entire body.

As the intensity of our lovemaking grew, so did my desire for a deeper connection. With a newfound boldness, I lifted myself up, my arms and legs wrapping tightly around Adam as he continued to drive into me. Our kisses grew hotter, more fervent, as his pace increased, each powerful thrust hitting a spot deep within me that I hadn’t known existed. Waves of ecstasy radiated through my body, pleasure coursing through my veins and leaving me gasping for breath.

My body moved in sync with his, matching the frantic pace of his thrusts as he plunged into me again and again, our forms undulating together in a passionate, wild rhythm that threatened to overwhelm my senses entirely. Each stroke drove me closer to the brink of another shattering release, my climax building like an unstoppable force threatening to sweep me away in a tidal wave of pleasure.

We were lost in a world of our own making, and I savored every single moment, caught up in the whirlwind of sensation that Adam’s body was creating within me. All that mattered was the feel of his skin against mine, the taste of his mouth, the sound of our mingled breaths, and the intoxicating scent of our shared arousal.

As I teetered on the edge, Adam’s lips left a scorching trail along the column of my throat, his teeth grazing my skin as he nipped and sucked at the sensitive flesh. I could feel the sting of his love bites, a sharp contrast to the gentle caress of his tongue as he soothed the slight pain away.

As the pleasure within me built to a crescendo, I could feel my body tensing, my muscles coiling tightly. Adam’s hand found its way between our bodies, his fingers wrapping around my cock as he began to stroke me in time with his thrusts.

The dual sensation of his cock moving within me and his hand on my cock was almost too much to bear. My body arched into him, a strangled cry escaping my lips as I tumbled over the edge, my orgasm crashing over me like a tidal wave. Hot ropes of cum spurted from my cock, coating our chests and bellies as I rode out the waves of my release.

Adam’s growl of approval vibrated against my skin. His pace never faltered, his thrusts growing ever more powerful. The pleasure was so intense, so consuming, that I could scarcely catch my breath. Adam’s cock drove into me with such force, such precision, that every nerve in my body was alight with ecstasy. His hand on my cock was a torment, each stroke pushing me closer and closer to the brink of another orgasm. I felt as though I were a mere vessel for his desire, a receptacle for his passion. But there was a tenderness in his touch, too, an adoration in his kiss that belied the raw, animalistic nature of our lovemaking.

Adam’s thrusts grew more fervent, more desperate, as he chased his own release. I could feel the muscles in his arms and back tense beneath my hands, the cords in his neck standing out as he strained against me. His eyes, molten with desire, never left mine, and in their depths, I saw a reflection of the emotions that were swirling within my own chest—a fierce, unyielding love that was both thrilling and terrifying in its intensity.

In a sudden, fluid motion, Adam shifted our positions, drawing my legs up and over his shoulders, opening me up to him even more. The new angle allowed him to penetrate me deeper than ever before, his cock grazing that sweet spot inside me with every powerful thrust, pulling me under once more as he claimed me with relentless abandon. My breath hitched in my throat, the intensity of the pleasure overwhelming me, rendering me mindless with desire.

As if sensing my need for even greater intimacy, Adam’s body began to shift and change. His muscles grew larger, more defined, and a pair of wolf ears sprouted from his tousled hair, twitching with each sound that filled the room. A sleek, bushy tail emerged from the base of his spine, flicking back and forth with an almost playful abandon. Adam’s transformation into his alpha form was both startling and incredibly arousing, a tangible reminder of the raw, primal power that lay just beneath the surface of his deceptively human exterior.

His skin glistened with a soft radiant light, a pale hue that seemed to flicker with the rhythm of his heartbeat.

He looked like a deity come to life, fierce and majestic in his divine glory. My own body responded, my skin taking on a radiant golden hue as my life essence flowed freely within me. I stared at Adam in awe and wonder, my heart swelling with love and admiration for the magnificent creature that held me in his arms.

“You look so beautiful,” I breathed, my voice barely more than a whisper. “Like a god.”

His reaction was a low, reverberating chuckle against my skin, his hips never ceasing their demanding dance. With a voice laced in awe and desire, he returned the compliment without missing a beat. “And you look like a goddess with your skin glowing like the midday sun,” he murmured, his gaze raking over me with open appreciation.

As our essences mingled, I felt completely and utterly connected to this man—this alpha wolf who held my heart with gentle ferocity. The intensity of our connection defied explanation, transcending the physical realm and casting us into a world crafted from raw emotion, pure desire, and unexplored depths of love.

“Let’s feed our beloved essence child,” Adam growled, his voice thick with desire. The thought of nourishing the life that we had created together sent a jolt of pleasure coursing through my veins, and I nodded, my breath hitching as I prepared myself for the onslaught of sensation that was sure to follow.

Adam’s stamina was unyielding, his every powerful thrust stoking the already insurmountable inferno between us. Each time the head of his cock stroked across that sensitive spot hidden deep within me, flashes of brilliant light seared behind my closed eyelids, and another moan was torn from my throat. The bliss was almost too sharp, too intense, bordering on the precipice of pain, yet at the same time, so exquisitely and indescribably pleasant that I found myself addicted to the sensation almost instantly. His movements grew more forceful, each one driving deeper and harder than the last. I was lost in a sea of pleasure, my body arching into his with a desperate need for more. I felt as though I were being consumed by the flames of our shared passion, my body and soul alight with a fire that only Adam could quench.

Eager to please him—us, I reached down between us, my fingers brushing against the slick length of his cock as he withdrew before plunging back into my heat. The sensation of wet skin against wet skin sparked a new surge of pleasure, and I teased the sensitive underside of his shaft, savoring the way Adam’s breath hitched in response to my gentle ministrations. But it was the feel of his knot, hidden beneath the surface, gently swelling with each wave of pleasure that coursed through him, that almost sent me over the edge once more.

The knowledge that we were feeding our essence child heightened the experience, cementing the sacredness of our union. It created a bond between us more profound than anything I’d ever known, fueling our passion and allowing us to give ourselves freely to one another without a single reservation. United in this way, giving and receiving pleasure in equal measure, we were interwoven threads in the of fate, connected by an invisible force.

As Adam maintained his relentless pace, everything within me coiled with anticipation, a powerful crescendo building on the horizon. My free hand found purchase on Adam’s muscular shoulder, my nails digging in as I held on through the tempest of raw, unadulterated pleasure that threatened to sweep me away.

With a roar that seemed to shatter the very air molecules around us, his body tensed, tendons straining as if carved from marble. Inside me, his cock jerked and pulsed once, twice, before floodgates opened, depositing his hot, rich seed deep within my most intimate place. The pulsing of his release pushed me over the edge again, my own climax crashing over me, a tidal wave so powerful that it left nothing behind. Starbursts of pleasure exploded inside my head, my cry of ecstasy filling the room as I added my own offering to our combined essence.

The sensation of Adam spilling inside me, alongside the swelling of his knot, locked our bodies together in the most intimate of embraces—a tangible reminder that we were now irrevocably bound to each other. His knot expanded, filling me almost to the point of being uncomfortably stretched, held in place by the tender press of our bodies. Together, we rode out our shared orgasm, allowing the waves of pleasure and the pulsing of life essence to wash over and through us.

Once the initial fervor of our lovemaking had passed, I could still feel Adam’s cock, swollen and knotted deep within me. He shifted our positions once again, lifting me up and settling me onto his lap so that I was straddling him. Our bodies were still joined together, our connection as intimate and as profound as ever. With a playful roll of his hips, we both gasped as renewed sensation sparked inside me.

Adam’s lips found mine in a tender, lingering kiss that spoke of his love and devotion. “I love you, Shiro,” he murmured, his voice filled with emotion.

My heart swelled with love and happiness, and I returned his kiss with equal fervor. “I love you too, Adam,” I whispered, my voice trembling with the depth of my feelings.

A sudden thought occurred to me, and I couldn’t help but chuckle at the absurdity of it all. “Do you think our child is having a good feed?” I asked, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment at my own audacity.

Adam’s laughter joined mine, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Definitely,” he said, his voice filled with warmth and affection. “We have to be good parents and feed it well tonight.” The promise in his words was unmistakable, and I felt a fresh surge of desire at the thought of the many ways in which we could nourish the life we had created together.