Chapter 57 - 057: Bond[R18]3

Kenai’s rhythm grew heavier. His jaw was tight, eyes dark with restrained need. She could feel how close he was getting by the way he throbbed inside her with every stroke. The wet sound of their mating filled the space between them. Anaria’s second climax began building fast, coiling low and sharp in her belly.

She clung to him, moaning louder as the pleasure rose.

"Kenai..."

He thrust deeper still, the force of it making her cry out again. His control was clearly fraying. The strokes became harder, more urgent, though he never lost the careful awareness of her stomach. The bond pressure peaked with every deep thrust, heavy and irreversible now.

Anaria’s body tightened around him once more. She was right on the edge, moaning his name as the second peak threatened to break over her. Kenai drove into her one final time, buried himself to the hilt, and held there—breathing hard, cock pulsing deep inside her, the final stretch of the claiming right in front of them both.

Kenai stayed buried deep inside her for a long moment, breathing hard, his cock throbbing heavily against her inner walls. Anaria could feel how close he was. The bond pressure had reached its peak thick, heavy, and irreversible. She clung to his shoulders, still trembling from the edge of her second climax, moaning softly every time he pulsed inside her.

Then he began to move again.

The final stretch was harder than everything that came before. Kenai’s thrusts turned deep and powerful, each one driving him fully into her. Anaria cried out with every stroke, her voice rough from moaning. The wet sound of their joining filled the room. He kept his weight carefully braced so he would not press on her stomach, but the force of his hips never lessened.

Anaria’s second climax broke over her almost immediately.

A long, shaking moan tore from her throat as her body clamped down hard around him. Her pussy pulsed and fluttered, squeezing his cock in tight, rhythmic waves. Kenai groaned low in his chest at the feeling but did not stop. He fucked her through it, drawing every last tremor out of her with deep, relentless strokes.

The bond flared stronger with each thrust.

Anaria could feel it locking into place something permanent settling between them, heavier than heat, deeper than simple mating. Her hands gripped his arms tightly as the aftershocks of her climax mixed with the overwhelming pressure of the forming bond.

Kenai’s control finally shattered.

His rhythm broke. He drove into her hard and deep, once, twice, then buried himself to the hilt with a rough, guttural sound. Anaria felt the hot, strong pulse of him spilling inside her as he came. The sensation dragged another soft moan from her throat. He stayed locked deep, hips pressed tightly against hers, emptying himself completely while the bond sealed fully between them.

For several long seconds neither of them moved.

Only their heavy breathing filled the quiet room. Kenai’s forehead rested against hers. His cock still twitched inside her with the last weak pulses of his release. Anaria’s body continued to flutter around him in small aftershocks. The restless heat that had driven her for days was finally gone—completely extinguished.

Then the System’s voice spoke clearly in her mind.

[Hormonal cycle fully stabilized.]

[Bonding process complete.]

[Kenai is now recognized as Host’s official mate.]

Anaria’s eyes fluttered open at the confirmation. The words settled over her like a physical weight. It was done. The bond was real.

Kenai carefully withdrew from her body. The sudden emptiness made her soft sound of loss, but he did not go far. He shifted to lie beside her on the furs, then drew her gently against his chest. One strong arm slid under her head while the other rested protectively over the curve of her stomach. His scent wrapped around her stronger now, mixed with her own, sealed by the new bond.

Anaria rested her cheek against his bare chest, listening to the solid beat of his heart. Her body felt heavy and thoroughly used, but the frantic restlessness was gone. In its place was a deep, quiet calm. She could feel the difference the bond had made. Kenai was no longer only the father of her child or the chief who shared her roof. He was hers now, the same way Rylan and Kai were hers.

Kenai tilted her face up and kissed her.

The kiss was slower than the ones during their mating—deep, claiming, and unhurried. He kissed her like a male who had finally been given the right to do so without restraint. Anaria returned it softly, her fingers resting against his jaw. When he finally pulled back, he rested his forehead against hers for a moment before shifting lower.

His large hand spread carefully over her rounded stomach.

Almost at once, the child moved beneath his palm—a firm, deliberate press against his touch, as if recognizing the blood that had helped create it. Kenai went still. Anaria felt it too. She placed her hand over his, holding it there as the baby shifted again, slower this time, settling under the warmth of its father’s hand.

Neither of them spoke.

Kenai kept his palm where it was, thumb brushing gently across her skin. The night outside was quiet. Inside the room, only their breathing and the occasional soft movement of the child filled the silence. The last traces of heat had completely faded. The bond sat heavy and permanent between them.

Anaria’s eyes grew heavy. The exhaustion of the long hormonal cycle and the intensity of the claiming finally caught up with her. Kenai noticed. He adjusted the furs over both of them, pulled her more securely against his body, and kept his hand resting over her stomach.

The child gave one last small movement against his palm, then went still.

Anaria drifted toward sleep with Kenai’s scent surrounding her and the solid weight of his arm holding her close. He remained awake a little longer, eyes half-closed, feeling the quiet rise and fall of her breathing and the new, unbreakable tie that now bound them.

Outside, the night continued. Inside, the newly bonded pair finally rested.