Without warning, my orgasm breaks in a sudden intense burst of pleasure. I gasp, startled, and my eyes roll up into my head. I feel my entire body spasm, and I scream as wetness soaks both of us.
Fox shakes, my release tipping him over the edge with me. For once, he doesn’t pull out, and I feel the warmth and building pressure inside me. Then, I feel it. The pressure doesn’t stop building, growing more intense as the base of his cock keeps swelling. It pushes on my inner walls, drawing my orgasm outlonger and longer than it feels should be possible. My body seems to reform around him, shifting and contracting, squeezing him like a vise.
I realize that part of me had thought it would hurt, but it doesn’t, it just feels impossibly full, somehow more satisfying than I knew I could feel.
For a long time, we lie there—lungs heaving, our hearts hammering against each other, both of us struggling to return to normal. Finally, Fox shifts, gently turning us so I rest across his chest, our bodies still intimately joined by his swollen knot.
He pushes my hair back and nuzzles his face into my neck. “Are you alright?”
“Yes,” I gasp, a little dazed.
We stare at each other, the realization of…everything dawning in waves.
Fox’s eyes look less crazed now, but I can’t read his expression. His pupils are still wide, but I can see the ring of blue returning around the edges.
I open my mouth to speak, but he cuts me off by pressing his lips to mine, kissing me with a hunger that makes my heart race. I taste myself on his tongue as I kiss him back, my fingers digging into his shoulders, pulling him closer with a desperation that terrifies me.
I pull back from his lips, chest heaving, lungs burning for air. My mouth tingles, swollen and tender from the force of our kiss.
Something inside me has cracked open, raw and vulnerable, and I cling to him like he’s the only solid thing left in the world. I need him against me, inside me, part of me—not just physically but in some deeper way I’ve never felt before and don’t have words to name.
That’s a lie, I realize.
I do know the name for this feeling, but the thought terrifies me so much my throat closes around the word, trapping it inside where it pounds against my ribs like a second heartbeat.
“So, how long does this last?” I ask, breathless.
He shakes his head, looking a little dazed. “I don’t know. Half an hour?”
I nod, and yawn. “Alright.”
We look at each other again, and a strange wave of calm passes over me. It’s as if I was suddenly draped in a warm blanket, which is blocking out all my racing thoughts.
I press my face into the crook of Fox’s arm, and force down another yawn. Part of me is feeling incredibly warm and content. I suddenly feel safe, as if I could fall asleep like this. “It must be a hormonal response,” I blurt out, stifling yet another yawn.
“Mmm?” Fox replies, also sounding as if he could fall asleep.
“I think I should be more worried about this, but I’m not. We have to leave to go to the palace soon, but all I want to do is sleep. It must be a hormonal response.” I yawn. “When we get back to Vernallis, I’ll have to see if I can find any books that mention this.”
Fox doesn’t say anything, and for several minutes I think he actually did fall asleep. Then, finally, he says: “I’m sorry.”
I’m nearly asleep too, and I have to blink a few times to wake up enough to understand him. “What?”
“I’m sorry I lost control like that.”
I frown more deeply. “Did you?”
“‘Course.” His eyes fill with torment. “It was the fight I think, and all the other wolves, and…you. The wolf…I couldn’t think straight.”
My stomach hollows out, a cold void spreading through my chest as his words sink in. The warmth I’d felt just moments before shatters like glass. “So you’re saying you regret this?”
He looks like he has to think about that before answering. “No, but I feel like I should.”
A satisfied voice in the back of my head purrs at that. “Don’t. I don’t.”
His eyes flare hot, but then he blinks as if forcing himself to focus. “And if you get pregnant?”
My stomach does a strange leap at that, and I don’t know whether it’s excitement or fear. Maybe a little of both. “I’m taking a potion for that,” I say, trying to sound casual. “I made it myself so I can personally promise it’s effective.”
