Which would help make the knotting go smoothly.
Fuck, I was sweating like a pig, the need to do this, to finish our mating clouding my vision.
Whether she heard me or not, I was panting like a dog, even growling every few seconds.
While she seemed very much in control, I was losing my shit.
I couldn’t take it any longer, pushing her back and breaking the connection. My face must have held a wild, manic expression because her eyes opened wide.
Before she smiled. Even her eyes were glassy, completely unfocused, which made it that much easier to plant her onto all fours.
Now I cinched my eyes shut and allowed my wolf to surface just enough to know how best to handle the knotting. I plunged my cock into her pussy, gasping for air as soon as I did. My body was completely tense, emotions all over the place.
I had a firm grip on her hips, rocking into her slowly.
Deliberately.
She took a deep breath, tilting her head over her shoulder. “Something has changed. Am I right?”
Another growl left my throat and I opened my eyes, allowing those of my wolf to gaze back at her.
“Yes. Everything has changed. There is no turning back.”
CHAPTER 25
Christine
Everything.
No turning back.
The first word itself encompassed the world and everything in it.
The second three? As if the clock couldn’t be turned back on my desires or my life. My entire world had shifted on its axis.
Including the reality that shifters existed. How did I know? Because the stunning silver eyes that had been staring back at me were no longer entirely human.
And you know what?
I was fine with that.
All the idiots who thought shifters were out to eat people were laughable. And the garbage in social media about two huge cocks? Ridiculous.
Because shifters didn’t need two appendages. They were experts with one.
Holy shit, I’d never felt this way in my life.
Excited yet exhausted. Eager yet apprehensive. Filled yet unsatisfied.
The moment was wild and relentless, a savage coupling that I would remember for weeks to come.
Or until we had primal sex again.
I’d been in shock from the moment Steven had covered my mouth with his hand, keeping us protected from the prying eyes and invasive cameras of the reporters. He’d told me only a tiny bit about the interview, but I’d read enough on social media to be incensed, hurt, and completely aroused. How was the combination even possible?
And seeing the comments made by the puck bunnies had pissed me off. He was mine.
There I went again, acting as if this mating thing was real.
