I gasped as he scissored his fingers, stretching me exactly as he promised.
When he muttered about all the Fridays he’d missed out on, I nearly burst out laughing. I didn’t think he was ready to be teased about that while he was this volatile.
???
“I’m going to sleep,” I said, stifling a yawn as he googled how safe anal sex was with a pregnant partner.
“No, wait,” he protested, fingers digging into my ribs.
“I’ve been off your knot for at least an hour,” I replied, rolling my eyes.
“Right.” His head snapped up.“Get into position.”
“Again,” I muttered as I knelt over the bundle of pillows.“You’ve ruined the mood with your rabid researching.”
“Is that right?” he drawled, squirting more lube onto my arse.
“Plus, it’s not even Friday anymore,” I snickered, glancing over my shoulder—just in time to catch him checking the clock.
“Fenrir seems to think I enjoy your impudent behaviour,” he murmured, pointedly ignoring the fact that it was now Saturday.
Oh, he certainly thinks he doesn’t enjoy it. But if you fawned over him and obeyed him, you’d be no better than the rest of his underlings, Bouda concluded.
“I think we should stick to your rules for Friday night,” I continued sweetly.
“Do you want me to hog-tie you?”
“I’m not sure that would be good for me in my… delicate condition,” I said, shivering as I felt him spread my inner thighs.
“You truly are a terror. I’ve never been more abused by anyone in all my life,” he grumbled as he placed the tip of his cock at my back door for the second time that night.
Did I make an offhand comment about his dick in my ass and the twins? Sure.
Did I think it would make him pull out and have a mini panic attack? No.
Yet here he was—feeling victimised by me after all the terrible things he’d done to me. His reality was very different from the rest of the world.
“I should make you pay,” he rasped as the tip of his cock pushed inside me.
“How?” I gasped as he rocked in shallow thrusts, waiting until I relaxed from the initial invasion.
He didn’t hesitate after that, forging deeper. I ignored the twinge of pain as he spread me open.
“I should drop my Friday night rule,” he grunted, hauling my hips back and forcing me to take more of him.
I moaned, my muscles clamping down on him.
“Relax,” he chided—though it didn’t stop him from driving into me with long, deep thrusts.
He took his time, using his grip on my hips to move me up and down. Each slow stroke landed heavy, deliberate. His knot hovered at my entrance while my arse slapped against his pelvis. My face dragged back and forth through the pillows, sheets brushing my breasts and nipples with every movement.
“This is payback,” he said roughly.“Me riding your arse until you come with my cock buried deep inside your hole.”
“Fuck,” he growled, picking up the pace.“You look so good like this—with my dick inside you.”
His hand slid between my legs, and he grunted when he felt how wet I was.
“You’re the only one who can take me like this,” he said, circling my clit.“All of me.”
