I slowed to tease her—then sped up to torment her, switching rhythm and depth to feel everything. On and on, until her tight little hole fluttered around me.
That’s when I let go.
I hammered deeper, my knot crushed between each thrust. She was built for this. Extraordinary. No one could take my size—my knot—the way she could.
“Take it,” I roared.“Take my cock, my seed—feel my knot.”
She trembled beneath me, crying into the pillow as she came.
Her scent detonated around us as I slammed home one last time, rocking my knot against her clenching hole. My vision blurred as my seed spilled out in thick surges. Something deep in my chest eased as I continued to empty myself into her.
She moaned, boneless and blissed out.
This wasn’t sex. It was two wild animals completing one another.
I covered her back, feeling the damp heat mingle between us.
I smiled as her heat dimmed.
One more day left.
And I would make it count.
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The sound of the waves woke me. They were nothing like last night’s storm—the violent winds, the crashing surf. Now there was only the gentle rhythm of the tide rolling back and forth. The first hint of sunrise lit part of the room, but it was the absence of Lielit’s scent that made me pause.
I glanced to my side.
She was there, buried beneath the covers.
But her heat was gone.
The entire room would need to be sanitised, yet as I breathed in the stale scent of our mating, I didn’t want to wipe the evidence away. Not yet.
Fenrir grunted.
Wasn’t she fucking spectacular? I asked, my lips curving into a half-smile. I never knew a woman could bounce on my dick like that.
Memories collided—too many favourites to choose from.
I was still cataloguing them in my mind when Lielit stirred and yawned, stretching her arms out.
“Morning,” I said, turning onto my side and propping myself on an elbow.
I didn’t even flinch when something crusty brushed my arm.
She rolled her neck slowly, working out the stiffness, then kicked the covers away. Her feet hit the floor as she sat up.
My gaze tracked her bare back as she stood.
She crossed the room naked, didn’t look back once.
“Get out,” she said.
The bathroom door slammed.
I stared at the white wood.
