I understood then why Fenrir bit her.
He knew she was his animal.
She stirred.
My eyes snapped to her sleeping form.
Her heat surged.
And I moved.
???
I pressed her down by the nape until her hips rose. She shuffled onto her knees as I stroked the mass of tangled curls, coated in come—dried and worked into her hair. I bent and inhaled.
The heat was fading, but my rut was alive and well.
I leaned back, satisfied when she kept her cheek pressed to the mattress. I glanced down and gathered the come trailing down her thighs. She sighed at the touch. I let it drip onto her puckered hole before collecting more.
She knew what was coming. I felt her need spike.
The come pooled on her arsehole—a stark, obscene contrast. I slicked two fingers and pried her open until they slid inside. I scooped more from her pussy, watching as it disappeared into her stretched hole.
I took my time—stretching, teasing, filling.
She lifted her hips higher. That was when I rose over her.
My Friday nights would never be the same.
I slid my cock from her pussy to her wet little hole. Once. Twice. The third time, she growled. I guided the head, resting it against her arsehole.
No condoms.
No gloves.
Just her surrender and my demand.
“Now,” she hissed.
I bent my knees, keeping a steady hand on her back as I spread her open with the tip of my cock. The stretching had helped; I slid into the tight passage inch by inch. The ring of muscle weakened as I sank deeper. I held there, fucking her with just the tip—waiting. In and out. Again and again. Until she softened.
I inhaled, breathing us in, pausing long enough to admire the tones.
“You know what comes next,” I murmured, pressing her down until her knees bent.
She shuffled forward, low on the bed. I spread my knees wider and thrust in. Her cries were muffled against the covers.
“This. Is. My. Arsehole,” I growled, plunging deeper with each word.
She panted through the pain, opening beautifully. The deeper I went, the more pleasure took hold. I could smell her pussy leaking, sharp and relentless.
“Such a good hole,” I groaned as my knot hit her arse cheeks.“Taking it all.”
I braced my hands on the bed and drove into her, pounding hard enough that her body rebounded to meet me.
“Good girl,” I rasped.“Give me that arsehole.”
She clutched a pillow, dragging it to her face, grunting every time I bottomed out.
