Thought vanished. Instinct took over. I knew—absolutely—that I had to come inside her. Don't pull away. Not stop.
She screamed beneath my fingers, and I drove my hips up hard as my cock pulsed and twitched inside her. My come spilled deep, long and unrestrained.
My mind went blank.
That’s when Fenrir struck.
Before I could stop him. Before I even felt his fangs lengthen. He tore into her neck with a vicious snarl.
Lielit choked—yet her muscles locked around me all the same, reflexive and unforgiving, even as her blood spilled into our mouth.
It was right.
It was wrong.
It was something I had never tasted before.
Chapter 20
Lielit
Pain made me choke, and I tried to push him away. When that didn’t work, I grabbed his hair and pulled as hard as I could. I felt my blood spill down my neck. He was going to kill me. The snarl locked my muscles in place.
My eyes bulged as I stared at the window.
I couldn’t breathe for the pain.
I tried to focus and realised the agony wasn’t coming from my neck. It writhed in my gut, then shot up into my chest.
Heart attack.
I clutched my chest as it pounded deep and hard. The pain burrowed again—this time into my head.
My head snapped back, and a bloodcurdling scream tore out of me.
One long scream that seemed endless.
He shouted my name.
The monster who wanted to kill me.
I spun, lost my footing, and crashed to the floor. Blood dripped onto the wood. My back arched, my spine jerking like it would snap in two.
My vision blurred as my body shook uncontrollably—a seizure?
I hit the floor fully, clawing at the boards. The wood splintered beneath my fingers.
I opened my eyes.
Two large paws.
Not the monster’s.
Mine.
A cackling sound filled the room, growing louder, sharper.
He’s mine, a voice said.
