The Forbidden Entity (BWWM)

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Khirus' POV

Once I vacated my enclosure, I surrendered to the unyielding desire to find my mate, Sayora, the tantalizing beauty whose existence had altered my perception of the truth. Not a soul obstructed my path as I staggered through the desolate forest, fatigued and unable to heal from the poison coursing through me. Whoever released me from the prison fled before I could assume control, my beast partly abating at the gratifying sensation of freedom.

Since my initial capture, Sayora's pain-stricken voice has tormented me. She somehow discovered a way to invade my thoughts and wreck my resolve with her emotional pleas for help, as if her presence permanently existed within my head.

Her cries shackled me to unpredictability, leaving my beast irate and stubborn—unwilling to tolerate any attempts at placating. If not for my confinement, I would have submitted to Sayora long ago.

Once I neared the steps to my cottage, Sayora's scent immediately drew me in. I attempted to squelch my eagerness, but the sight of her tempted my beast. Every facet of her person clung to my senses and caused my inner turmoil to reemerge.

My will began to wane, and the urge to shift grew more intense, so I counteracted my lust with more pain and embedded my claws into my abdomen, twisting and puncturing my insides.

"Fuck." An agonizing moment elapsed before I composed myself and stepped forward. Sayora tried to speak, but her words rang unclear and broken as tears streamed from her closed eyelids. I then ceased my self-torture and mounted the bed to comfort her, wedging my body between her parted thighs and enveloping her small frame.

"Sayora?" Her wetness adhered to my skin, causing her heat to mingle with my blood and produce a unique combination that ignited my senses. She was ripe and ready for me, as I was for her.

"Sayora?" I sheltered my nose in her hair and placed my arms on either side of her head, shifting my weight to avoid crushing her. "I can ease your pain, but you must give me your consent." Her uneven breaths gathered against my shoulder, but she said nothing. "Let me have you, please; I cannot curb this craving unless I bed you."

Her silence lingered, and the yearning to consummate our bond grew stronger as she began to roll her hips. I cursed and dug my claws into the bed, wanting to devour every inch of Sayora. "Speak to me, please; I need words," I begged. She uttered my name, but I still needed more.

"Sayora—"

"Y-Yes, I want you," Sayora finally spoke. I swiftly hoisted myself up her body and aligned my cock with her entrance.

"Forgive me." I then eased into her, carefully stretching Sayora from within. She went rigid as she struggled to accommodate my size, her hands darting between us.

"I know, but just breathe. Do not tense," I urged. "My intrusion will cease, and the sensation will fade momentarily."

I gradually went deeper and halted mid-way, concentrating on not transforming and accidentally maiming Sayora. Mating is supposed to be a dance of passion and dominance between lycans and their beasts, where the male wholly embraces his woman and worships her under the moon. Yet, this moment was anything but remarkable for Sayora. I couldn't even console her amidst my struggle, for she was fragile and susceptible to bruising under my touch.

The longer I fought to remain in control, the harder I aimed my frustrations into the bed, further digging my fingers into the cushioned fabric and slowly ripping the feathers from within. I purposely exerted the remainder of my stamina until my seed poured into Sayora, her labored whines stifling my relief.

I swelled my mate until her hands curled around my back. I instantly lolled at her soft caresses, succumbing to sleep before I could muster the strength to pull away.