Then his knees slid over me, settling near my hips.
“You’re soaked,” he said, stating the obvious.
It was a messed-up biological urge, the kind that made me feel like I’d overdosed on Viagra. My pussy had been clenching and contracting ever since I’d heard the helicopter. The last twenty-four hours were a blur.
“Hurry up,” I snapped.
He shifted back slightly—and then I felt him.
I tilted my hips up, and he didn’t wait or tease. He pushed straight in, filling that damn void. I gripped the pillows and welcomed the girth of his cock.
“That better, Lielit?” he asked, rubbing the base of my spine.
I nodded.
“Good,” he said.“Because I’m going to work my knot inside of you. You saw how big it gets.” He rocked against my arse cheeks, sliding his cock back and forth.
Bouda had explained this wasn’t natural for us—but because it was a wolf that bit me, this was what I needed for relief. Nature was not on my side, all because of that damn bite.
“Do you want to stop,” I muttered, breathless,“and draw me a diagram?”
“No. I. Don’t,” he said, thrusting hard on each word.
It felt better—but I needed more.
“Is that all you’ve got?” I mocked.
He growled, his hands clamping onto my hips as he lifted them. He shoved my knees forward, spreading me open, forcing me to crouch beneath him.
“I’ll show you what I’ve got,” he muttered, resuming his thrusts.
They were instantly deeper.
My feet curled, a gasp tearing free.
“Yeah?” he grunted, slamming harder until I felt his knot brush against my pussy.
“Yes,” I panted.
He braced himself over me, hands planted on the bed, and fucked me harder until his knot began to slap against me. I kept saturating him until it was wet enough to edge inside.
“That’s it—open that cunt up for my knot,” he growled.“You need it, don’t you?”
Unfortunately, yes.
But I kept that to myself.
He pressed in, the pressure forcing me open. I pushed back, stretching around the hot mass.
I was right on the brink. My breathing turned ragged, the burn building—then he thrust forward and stuffed it all inside.
I cried out, clutching at him, throwing myself back as he grunted against my ear.
“Fuck,” he rasped.
My eyes rolled back. My body locked as I came, my pussy spasming hard around him.
There was pain. There was pleasure. But most of all, it ripped away that nasty ache that had been building since yesterday.
