He smeared the come over my cheeks, resting the tip of his cock inside my mouth.
“Drink up,” he murmured,“and I’ll feed your hungry pussy next.”
I hummed before swallowing.
Just what I needed.
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Hours, days—morning or night—I lost track of everything in the heat.
I demanded and he gave. There were times he lost control in his rut, pounding my ass like a vicious animal, but every time he made me come. His claws and teeth marked my body, proof etched into my skin.
I slept until the next wave hit. If he wasn’t awake, I toyed with his dick and used him. He always woke for that.
Sometimes I could feel the sweat, the grime, the layers of come—his and mine—caked on me from head to toe. Dreams of cruelty and hatred simmered in the background, but whenever the ache returned, the dreams vanished.
Hunger took over.
Bouda was there.
Silent. Protective. Encouraging.
He dragged me onto his chest. Gravity forced the knot deeper. My head fell back as I milked him again. His breathing turned laboured as he continued to empty himself inside me. One hand lazily strummed my clit while the other toyed with my nipples, holding me hostage.
He knew exactly how to work me—how to make my inner muscles dance around him.
I kept going until I couldn’t hold my eyes open any longer.
The darkness was too brief.
The hunger too bright.
“Lielit,” he whispered my name.
It sounded different.
It sounded wrong.
Chapter 27
Blaidd
The need shook me to my core. While she rested, I catalogued my marks across her skin. Pinprick claw marks littered her arse and hips. Bite marks ringed her neck, breasts, shoulders. Every hole was wrecked and filled with seed.
Marked.
Then I felt it.
Felt what Fenrir had done.
The bond.
I could feel when her heat rose. I felt the moment I teased a beat too long. I felt when my dick pushed too deep—how the pain twisted into pleasure, feeding something dark inside me. I served her body through that bond. Heat and rut fused together, inseparable.
After thirty-seven years of never losing control, never feeling, something imploded inside me. A fracture. A door opening onto a world I’d never known.
I palmed her arse cheek—thick, soft, mine. My fingers slid down her inner thigh, scraping along her seam. Wet. I lifted them and inhaled. Our scent thickened my cock instantly. I licked my fingers, tasting her come—creamy, sweet, unmistakable.
