My body still twitched and jerked as he came, torrents of heat flooding inside me.
My eyes slid shut, my head slumping as darkness dragged me under—my body still clenching around him in small, pulsing contractions.
Chapter 25
Blaidd
She continued squeezing my knot, and I kept pumping my come into her. It felt like the longest orgasm of my life. Never had I felt a pussy grip my knot before. It was the best fuck I’d ever had. I lowered my head into her hair—she’d used that herbal protein conditioner again. She always smelled so damn good.
Her eyes were closed, her breathing soft.
“Lielit?”
She didn’t respond.
I tried to pull back, but her pussy clenched harder, locking me in.
You need to wait until the knot comes down. If you try to pull out, you risk tearing her, Fenrir said.
I sighed and shifted carefully, kneeling to one side so I could adjust her enough to lie behind her.
How long does her condition last?
I don’t know. Four… maybe five days.
Are you serious? Five days? Like lions? Non-stop?
He didn’t answer.
It didn’t matter.
Because I was more than ready for a five-day fuckfest.
I could touch her, smell her. And if this heat returned in regular cycles, it would suit us both.
???
When I eased myself out of her, my come gushed free—sliding down the back of her leg and soaking into the bed. The sight didn’t disgust me. It made me hard again. Her body was a furnace when the heat flared. Mine reacted instantly—two volatile compounds colliding.
Why didn’t you tell me it would be like this? I asked Fenrir. I hadn’t known her heat would trigger a rut in me.
He didn’t answer.
Lielit pushed her arse back, deliberately—distracting me.
This time, I kept my mouth shut and guided my cock back toward her slick cunt.
I’d never been assaulted by a woman before. First the pepper spray. Then her hyena. And now this—while trying to fuck her. Most women feared me. The rest wanted my money.
The thought vanished when she pushed back until my knot stopped her.
“How do you want it, Lielit?” I murmured into her ear.
She didn’t answer.
I slid my hand around her and cupped her breast, brushing my thumb over her nipple until she hissed.
I rolled her onto her belly, keeping myself seated inside her. Hooking my fingers around her hip, I hauled her up with both hands and knelt behind her—palming her breasts, capturing the hardening peaks.
