Kalan thrust his c**k deep inside her. She whimpered reaching back to touch his thigh. He growled his thrusts picking up the pace. He loved taking her like this – on her hands and knees, her back arched to meet his every thrust. It was raw and animalistic, touching a part of him that he used to hide from the world. But with Mystic he never hid himself. Even now, he couldn’t hide himself even if he tried. He felt Ruhuikar push through him, and take over his body. His nails lengthened into claws, and bit into her skin. He loosened his grip around her waist, because he didn’t want to hurt her.
Fuck, fuck...he’s never allowed himself to get here – he never merged with Ruhuikar that they became one....not like this.
She's our mate, Ruhuikar growled deep inside him shutting down any protest
