"Doesn't she look soft,” Nastya hissed, her insides clenching around him. “Just imagine how good she must feel on the inside."
"She will," Ryan groaned, his hips bucking into Nastya’s heat, his lips trailing kisses over her throat. "Fuck, I can't wait to feel her pussy."
Ryan groaned, his fingers digging into Nastya’s hips, his movements becoming more frantic.
"Just imagine her all big and round," Nastya groaned. "Maybe you can give her twins."
"Fuck," Ryan moaned. "I wanna fuck her so hard."
"I want to see her tits bouncing."
"I want to taste them."
"I want to hear her screaming your name as you cum inside her."
“I’m gonna fill her up so much.”
"I want to see Axel's face when he finds out that the baby is yours."
"Fuck!" Ryan growled. "I'm going to cum."
"Do it," Nastya purred. "Fill her up with your seed. Breed her like a bitch in heat."
Ryan's hips bucked, his whole body shuddering as his orgasm tore through him, spilling his fluids deep inside Nastya.
"Good boy," Nastya murmured, affectionately running her fingers through his hair. "Just a little longer until she's all yours, okay?"
"Yeah," Ryan nodded, still buried deep inside Nastya. "Just a little longer."
Chapter Nine
Deepa couldn't help but bask in her new found freedom. For the first time since being bitten, it finally felt like she had regained some control over her life.
She could sleep through the night, wake up in the morning, and walk around without her inner wolf howling to be close to a psycho. She didn't even feel the urge to transform. Returning to life as a regular human was finally starting to seem achievable.
Deepa scrolled through job listings on a phone that she borrowed from Ryan. It would be hard to score a decent job without any ID, but there were plenty of farm jobs that paid cash and looked willing to look the other way.
There was a knock at her door.
"Who is it?" Deepa called out.
"It's Luke," the man said softly. "Is it alright if I talk to you for a moment?"
"Is Axel with you?"
"No, it's just me."
Deepa huffed and tossed the phone on the bed, getting up to open the door.
Luke looked like he'd barely slept. There were dark circles under his eyes, his hair was a mess and his clothes were wrinkled.
"Can I help you?" Deepa asked.
"Can I come in?"
"I guess," she muttered, stepping aside.
Luke entered the room and sat down on the bed, letting out a sigh.
