Feeling her mouth against his neck earned her a firm thrust and a low groan of approval. The intimacy they shared was everything he could have wished for, and more.

The way she clenched around him, however, was the tipping point. To his own primal delight, he felt the seizing grasp of his orgasm ripple through his core. He bit down harder, drawing a bead of blood, while his nails dug into the nest and the floorboards. His grip on her slender waist tightened until they were fused. With a few final, powerful thrusts, he hilted himself completely, his knot locking them into place. A roar of pleasure tore from his throat, echoing into the soft fur of her neck.

The ecstatic release of his seed left him trembling, utterly spent. Unable to think or act, he clung desperately to his wife as he poured himself into her.

Fuck... he gasped, grinding his hips into hers to stretch the final waves of their release. The shock waves that surged down his spine were electrifying, and it took several moments of ragged breathing before his movements finally stilled. Burying his face in the crook of her neck, he inhaled her deeply, his chest heaving from the exertion of their first coupling.

Such a good girl, he cooed into her ear, holding her tightly against him as he lowered them both into the nest to catch their breath. Tenderly, he began to groom the small wound where he’d drawn blood, his paw stroking slow, rhythmic patterns along her stomach. With a dark, satisfied chuckle and a gentle nip to the tip of her ear, he whispered, You look damn good filled with my seed.