Primal Bonds 2 (Tales of Beastkin)

17. Shiro

17

Shiro

E mbracing Adam, my body still humming from our lovemaking, I clung to him with an urgency that spoke of my need for closeness, for connection. His powerful arms enveloped me, our lips meeting in a deep, passionate kiss, a dance of tongues and sighs that seemed to pull the very essence from my core. Adam’s hands roamed over my body, caressing, exploring, as if he couldn’t get enough of me. I reveled in his touch, each caress sending sparks of pleasure coursing through my veins.

I was still awash in the afterglow of our intense lovemaking only moments ago, my body humming with a pleasure so exquisite it bordered on pain. Yet even as I reveled in the warmth of Adam’s embrace, a yearning ached within me, a desire for more of him, all of him. I knew we had to wait for the knotting to ease, to allow our bodies the respite they needed before we could join again. In the meantime, I was content to lose myself in his embrace, to kiss and be kissed, to touch and be touched.

“I love you,” I murmured between kisses, needing him to know just how deep my feelings ran for him.

He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against my lips. “I love you too, Shiro, my sweet little fox,” he replied, his voice a low rumble that resonated within me.

Time stretched on, a languid river of shared breaths and tender touches, our bodies intertwined, our hearts beating in unison. Then, with a suddenness that made my heart skip a beat, I felt the tension in Adam’s body shift, the knotting within him easing, and I couldn’t help but voice my desire. “Please, Adam… I want you again,” I whispered, my voice trembling with anticipation.

A low, throaty chuckle escaped him as he pulled back slightly, his eyes, molten and intense, locked on mine, and a wicked grin played upon his lips. “Your wish is my command, my little fox,” he said, his voice laced with a promise of delights to come.

With a fluid motion, Adam rose from the sofa, lifting me with him. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, my arms encircling his neck as he cradled me against his chest. In this position, I felt both vulnerable and cherished, acutely aware of the strength that Adam possessed and the gentleness with which he handled me.

Our eyes locked, and in that moment, I saw the depth of his feelings for me, a reflection of my own emotions. It was as if our souls were laid bare, each beat of our hearts echoing the love we shared.

Adam began to move, his cock slowly sliding out of me before thrusting back in, the sensation exquisite. His arm supported my back, a steel band that held me securely, while his other hand explored my body, tracing the contours of my skin with an adoration that made my heart flutter. Each deliberate thrust sent waves of pleasure radiating through my body, a cascade of sensations that left me gasping for air. He plundered my depths with unbridled passion, the intensity of his movements leaving me craving more.

Each thrust was deliberate, a dance of passion and desire that left me breathless. I clung to him, my cries of pleasure echoing in the room as Adam claimed my body with an intensity that left no doubt as to his feelings for me. The pace of our coupling increased, each stroke of his cock within me stoking the fires of my desire to a fever pitch. My fingers dug into the firm muscles of his shoulders as he drove into me again and again, harder, faster, until I felt as though I were on the brink of madness.

The world around us seemed to dissolve, leaving nothing but the two of us locked in our intimate embrace. I buried my face in the crook of Adam’s neck, inhaling his alluring, musky scent. Our pheromones mingled, a potent elixir that intoxicated my senses and made my head spin. I was lost in a sea of ecstasy, each wave crashing over me with an intensity that left me breathless and dizzy, holding on to him with all the strength I possessed.

Adam’s movements became more fervent, his cock hitting that special spot within me over and over again, each impact sending waves of pleasure radiating through my body. His thrusts grew more frenzied, pistoning in and out of me with a force that bordered on savagery. My vision blurred, stars exploding behind my closed eyelids as I cried out his name, a litany of love and desire echoing off the walls of the room.

I came undone, my body convulsing with the force of my release. It was as if I were shattering into a thousand pieces, only to be remade with each powerful thrust of Adam’s cock. I came again, then again, each orgasm more intense than the last, racking my body with a series of powerful climaxes that seemed to rip the very fabric of my being.

“Adam!” I screamed, surrendering myself to the overwhelming sensations coursing through me. Just when I thought I could take no more, with a final, deep thrust, I felt Adam’s body tense. His cock throbbed and swelled within me as he reached his own shattering climax. A warmth spread through my belly as he spilled his essence inside me, his hot, wet seed spurting deep within. The pulsating throb of his cock formed the knot that would bind us together in the most intimate of ways, sending me over the edge one last time.

As we clung to each other, our bodies slick with sweat and our breathing ragged and uneven, I knew that this moment, this perfect, exquisite connection, was something I would cherish for the rest of my days.

Adam’s strong arms cradled me, and I felt the steady beat of his heart against my chest. His cock, still knotted deep within me, pulsated with a life of its own, a tangible reminder of the essence baby growing inside me, nourished by our shared life forces. Adam was my anchor, my safe haven in a world that often seemed cruel and unforgiving. With him, I was whole. With him, I was home. In the afterglow of our passionate lovemaking, I reveled in the profound bond we shared, our souls as intertwined as our bodies.

Adam maneuvered us onto the luxurious bed with an ease that spoke of his supernatural strength. I clung to him, my legs wrapped around his waist, unwilling to break our intimate connection. The softness of the sheets against my skin was a stark contrast to the hardness of his body pressing down on mine. I reveled in the feeling of his weight on top of me, a comforting presence that made me feel safe and cherished.

Our lips met in a languid kiss, a slow dance of tongues that seemed to stretch on forever. I could feel the love and adoration in each caress of his lips, each flick of his tongue, as we explored each other with a tenderness that fanned the embers of desire still smoldering within us both. It was as if he were pouring his very soul into that kiss, and I was more than willing to accept it, to absorb it into the very depths of my being.

I lost myself in the heady sensation of our bodies still joined, our life forces mingling and pulsating with the rhythm of our essence child. In that moment, the kiss became more than just a physical act; it was a profound connection, an affirmation of the bond we shared and the new life we had created together.

The knotting within me began to subside, but Adam remained inside me. I didn’t know how long we stayed like that, locked in our intimate embrace, but I savored every moment of it. Time seemed to lose all meaning as we lay there, lost in each other’s eyes, our bodies moving in a slow, sensual dance that was as natural as breathing.

Eventually, Adam began to move within me again, his cock stirring inside me, reigniting the embers of my desire. He moved with deliberate slowness, each thrust a sweet torture that made my breath hitch and my heart race. I savored the sensation of his length filling me, the slow glide in and out a dance of exquisite tenderness that made my chest ache with love for him.

“Adam,” I whispered, my voice trembling with emotion. “I love you so much.”

He smiled down at me, his eyes softening as he cupped my face with one hand. “And I love you, my precious Shiro,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that resonated deep within my soul.

As our lovemaking progressed, the tempo of his thrusts gradually increased. The slow, gentle movements gave way to a fervent stroke that stoked the fire within my belly. I found myself being swept away by the rising tide of my own need, my body arching up to meet his increasingly demanding thrusts.

“Adam,” I breathed, my voice quivering with need. “Please… I need more.”

A low chuckle rumbled in his chest, the sound vibrating through me and making my toes curl with delight. “Greedy little fox,” he teased, his smoky eyes gleaming with wicked amusement. “But who am I to deny you what you want?”

Adam’s eyes blazed with a fierce, primal hunger as he hooked his arms under my knees, lifting my ass off the bed. I wrapped my legs around his waist, holding on tight as he began to drive into me with a force that left me gasping for air. Each powerful thrust seemed to reach the very core of my being, igniting a wildfire of pleasure that threatened to consume me entirely.

“Fuck, Shiro,” Adam growled, his voice raw with desire. “You feel so damn good.”

I could only moan in response, my fingers clawing at the sheets as he fucked me with an intensity that bordered on savagery. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room, mingling with our cries of pleasure and the wet suction of his cock pounding into my willing depths.

Adam’s hand moved to my cock, his fingers curling around my shaft as he began to pump me in time with his thrusts. The sensation of his hand working my length while his cock filled me was almost too much to bear. I arched my back, thrusting my hips up to meet each powerful stroke, my body moving of its own accord, driven by the relentless pursuit of release.

“Adam, please,” I begged, not even sure what I was asking for. All I knew was that I needed more of him, needed him to possess me completely, to obliterate any lingering barriers between us.

He seemed to understand my unspoken plea, his movements becoming even more frenzied as he drove into me again and again. My vision blurred, stars exploding behind my closed eyelids as I cried out his name.

“I love you, Shiro,” he murmured, his voice a low growl that resonated deep within my core. “You are my heart, my soul, my very reason for being.”

Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as I responded, “I love you, Adam.”

Our lips met in a fierce, passionate kiss, a tangling of tongues and sighs that mirrored the fervent joining of our bodies. Adam’s hands roamed over my skin, caressing, exploring, his touch igniting a trail of fire wherever it landed. I arched into him, my body undulating in time with his powerful thrusts, each one driving me closer and closer to the brink of madness.

“Adam… I’m going to…” I gasped, my voice trailing off as a wave of intense pleasure crashed over me.

“Come for me, my love,” Adam commanded.

I came undone, my body convulsing with the force of my release. I screamed Adam’s name as my cock erupted, spurting hot ribbons of cum into the air. The sensation of my climax was amplified by the feel of Adam’s cock still pounding into me, each thrust drawing out my pleasure until I thought I might pass out from the sheer intensity of it.

Adam wasn’t far behind. With a final, deep thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside me. His cock throbbed and swelled, and then he was coming too, his hot, wet seed spurting deep within my belly.

The pulsating throb of his cock as he filled me with his essence was enough to send me over the edge once again, my body shuddering with the force of yet another powerful climax.

“Shiro!” he roared, his voice echoing off the walls of the room as he buried himself to the hilt inside me.

Spent and breathless, we collapsed back onto the bed, our bodies still intimately entwined. Adam’s cock remained inside me, the knot forming once again to bind us together in the most intimate of ways. I could feel the steady beat of his heart against my chest, a cadence that matched my own as we both struggled to catch our breath.

Adam shifted his weight off me, but his arms remained tightly wrapped around my body, holding me close as our breathing slowly returned to normal. I nestled my head against his chest, listening to the steady thrum of his heartbeat, a sound that soothed my soul and made me feel safer than I had ever felt before.

We lay there in silence, each lost in our own thoughts as we basked in the afterglow of our lovemaking. As our bodies cooled and the sweat dried on our skin, I found myself drifting off to sleep, lulled by the steady rhythm of Adam’s heartbeat beneath my ear. With Adam, I was whole. And with Adam, I knew that I would always be loved, cherished, and protected, no matter what. In the quiet stillness of the night, I closed my eyes and let the peaceful oblivion of sleep claim me.

I awoke to the sound of a soft knock on the door, the noise a mere whisper against the heavy silence of the night. Adam stirred beside me, his powerful form shifting beneath the sheets as he rose to answer the disturbance. I watched through half-lidded eyes as he slipped into a luxurious robe, the fabric clinging to his muscular frame in a way that made my heart flutter.

As the door swung open, the dim light from the hallway spilled into the room, casting shadows across the floor. I caught a glimpse of the visitor—a sleek figure with dark, glossy hair that seemed to absorb the light. It was Elias, his panther-like grace unmistakable even in the low lighting.

The murmur of their conversation floated back to me, the urgency in their voices palpable despite the muted tones. Words like “urgent,” “beastkins,” “raid,” and “BCOS” drifted to my ears, each one a cold stab of fear in my chest. My heart constricted, a painful throb that echoed the dread building within me. I knew, without a doubt, that the news was dire.

Adam returned to the bed, his features drawn into a mask of concern. He leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to my forehead, the warmth of his lips a stark contrast to the chill that had settled over the room.

“I have urgent clan matters to attend to,” he said, his voice a low rumble that did little to ease the anxiety twisting in my gut.

I nodded, understanding the weight of responsibility that came with being the alpha of the Sullivan Clan. He disappeared into the en suite bathroom, the sound of running water a soft murmur in the background. When he emerged, the man who stepped out was not the tender lover who had held me only moments before. He was dressed for battle, his attire a stark reminder of the dangerous world that lurked beyond the confines of our bedroom.

As he moved toward the door, a surge of desperation propelled me from the bed. I crossed the room in a blur, heedless of my nakedness, and threw myself into his arms. The feel of his strong body against mine was a fleeting comfort, a momentary respite from the fear that gnawed at me.

“Be careful,” I implored, my voice barely above a whisper. “Please, come back safe.”

Adam’s arms tightened around me, his touch a grounding force amid the storm of uncertainty. He pressed another kiss to my forehead, his lips lingering for a heartbeat longer than necessary.

“I will be back soon,” he promised, his voice steady and reassuring. And then he was gone, leaving me alone in the vast expanse of our bed.

I tried to will myself back to sleep, to lose myself in the warmth that still clung to the sheets, but it was a futile endeavor. My mind was a whirlwind of worry and concern, each passing moment stretching into an eternity.

Giving up on the illusion of rest, I rose from the bed and made my way to the shower. The hot water did little to wash away the tension that had settled in my bones. I dressed quickly and then ventured out into the hallway, my heart pounding in my chest as I peered out into the darkness.

From my vantage point on the sixth floor, I could see the flurry of activity in the front courtyard garden. Vehicles were moving out, their lights cutting through the night like beacons of impending doom. Men filed into the battle-ready vans and trucks, their movements efficient and purposeful.

A cold shiver ran down my spine as I watched them disappear into the night. I offered up a silent prayer for their safety, my thoughts centered on Adam and the brave souls who fought alongside him.

Descending to the first floor, I entered the living room, where Aka, Lan, and Madison were pacing like caged animals, their faces etched with worry. Aka enveloped me in a comforting hug, his warmth a balm to my frayed nerves.

“I heard that the BCOS is going to raid one of the Sullivan’s safe houses,” he said.

I nodded, trying to put on a brave face for their sake. “Adam and his team will keep the beastkin safe,” I said, the words tasting like a prayer on my lips.

Madi offered a small, reassuring smile, while Lan, ever the joker even in the face of adversity, flashed a cheeky grin. “Just you watch. Master Adam will have those BCOS bastards running for the hills.”

“Where’s Nolan?” I asked, my gaze scanning the room for any sign of him.

Lan’s expression turned serious. “He’s coordinating everything from here, making sure our clan members are safe and prepared here.”

As the minutes ticked by, the tension in the room grew palpable. We settled into an uneasy vigil, each lost in our own thoughts yet bound by our shared concern. Aka paced restlessly, his usual vibrant energy subdued. Lan had stopped cracking jokes, his face uncharacteristically serious as he stared out the window. Madison sat quietly, her hands clasped tightly in her lap, her eyes distant.

I found myself drawn to the large bay window, my gaze fixed on the distant horizon where the first hints of dawn were beginning to break. The world outside seemed oblivious to our turmoil, the sky slowly lightening with each passing moment. Yet the beauty of the sunrise did little to ease the knot of worry in my chest.

Time seemed to stretch endlessly, each second an eternity. We clung to each other and to hope, waiting for news. As the first rays of sunlight began to paint the sky in hues of pink and gold, I pressed a hand to my belly, acutely aware of the invisible orb of life force nestled within me. Though I couldn’t physically feel our essence child, the knowledge of its presence was a constant, comforting warmth. I closed my eyes, channeling all my love and hope into that ethereal connection. Please, I thought, sending my silent prayer into the universe, bring them home safe. Bring Adam back to us.

In that moment, I felt a subtle pulse of energy, as if the essence child was responding to my emotions. It was a reminder of the profound bond Adam and I shared, a bond that transcended the physical realm. With renewed determination, I opened my eyes to face the uncertain dawn, drawing strength from the invisible thread that connected me to Adam, wherever he might be.