He settles a little more weight onto me, pinning me still. His purr takes on a lighter cadence, rich with gratitude. His clawed fingers stroke my hair in surprising gentleness as he makes the sweet crooning sounds again.
We remain stuck together, pulsing and throbbing and sparking in echoes of pleasure. And all the while, his cock flexes inside me and pulses out more cum. My body feels like it haspitched into some kind of fever. The way we’re locked together—the deep, pervasive sense of soreness inside. Every time it flexes, it triggers me to squeeze over him again.
“Goddess, please,” I beg.
He rumbles lowly and lifts his hips. The knot tugs at my entrance, and my ass lifts with it.
“Oh, it won’t budge! Please do not pull!”
My pussy refuses to yield his hot flesh, sucking over him harder as I wail and thrash.
It suddenly pops out, and a great gush of cum spews in the wake. My body goes limp against the fallen tree. I ache all over and feel battered and bruised inside.
He vaults over the tree to stand beside my head. The air shimmers, and a young, hirsute man replaces the werebeast.
I blink up at the huge male with dark hair and bright blue eyes, with his wild, tousled hair and beard that spreads into a thick mat covering his chest and belly.
Oh my, he is so stunning I almost forget how to breathe.
And he just… did all of that… to me… as a werebeast!
Worse, I let him—I enjoyed it!
His lips tug into a sinful smirk as my cheeks go up in flames. I feel like I am meeting him for the first time, even after all we have just done.
“You are well claimed, little mate,” he says in a deep, rumbly voice that is not so different from that of his beast.
Chapter Eight
EVANTHE
Igroan and bury my face in my hands, wishing I had the energy to cover myself. He has just fucked me as his werebeast, and now he smiles at me.
Crouching before me, he gently peels my fingers from my face and tips my chin.
“My name is Ranulf.”
“Evanthe,” I mumble. Goodness, he is so handsome to look at that I feel shy.
“That’s a pretty name.” His eyes move over my face, my hair, and then down to where I’m spread over the thick tree trunk. “For a pretty lass.Stunning.Being inside you was the greatest pleasure I’ve ever known. My wolf is already besotted.” He shrugs, and his smile broadens. “The man is too.”
Words elude me. I’m dazed both by his beauty and his gentleness as he cups my face. I’m also keenly aware of movement behind me—the other two werewolves—the missing pieces of his triad, the ones who marked my door as he did. Isense them approaching even before I hear the low rumbles they make.
My eyes lower to where Ranulf’s human cock juts from between his thighs, hard and heavy looking, bearing the unmistakable swelling of his knot.
My eyes widen.
“Yes,” he says, and I can hear the smile in his voice. “You just took all of that up inside your hot cunt.”
My eyes snap to meet his.
“Well, sort of.” He slays me with a hot, predatory look. “My werebeast cock is not quite the same,obviously, and bigger.”
I suck in air between my teeth.
His low, husky chuckle turns my insides to goo and makes me forget my own name.
But his humor fades as he glances down past me. “Go ahead,” he says. “She is nicely softened.”
