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Knotted by the Yakuza

Page 68

by Kenya Wright

“I. . .will try my best.”

“And as far as my cock.”

I widened my eyes.

He lowered his other hand and moved the leather cloth away to show me his massive cock.

I looked down and froze.

Dear God. I thought I'd seen everything.

It was enormous—thick as my wrist and dark as scorched wood. The fur along its big base was dense and black. The skin beneath appeared flushed with that same unnatural heat.

The sheer size of it made my mouth go dry. It hung heavy and impossibly large with these glowing orange sigils along the sides.

Even crazier was this. . .thick band at the base that swelled wider than the rest of him—a dense, dark mass that pulsed with the same ember-orange light as the sigils above it.

“My male form is correct.”

I couldn’t even look up at him. My gaze was locked on that heavy cock. “W-What was he right about?”

“Your pussy is not ready to take this just yet.”

“Well. . .I agree. . .I don’t know if I ever will be ready—”

“He will prepare your pussy for us all.” His cock lifted a little and an orange drop of liquid spilled out. “Mmmm.”

My bottom lip quivered.

“Next time I’ll make you get on your knees and lick it up.”

I blinked. “We’ll see about that.”

“We shall, little witch.”

The beast closed its eyes, and groaned.

Then it melted right before my eyes.

Oh shit. He’s changing. What will he be next?

Chapter ten

The True Definition of Knotted

Gabby

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The tails went first, drawing back into the air like smoke pulled through a keyhole. The fur thinned and fell away into pale, silken skin. The muzzle softened into a delicate jaw. The massive frame shrank, curved, and blurred onto the bed to settle right next to me.

Goddamn he’s fast. Or should I say they?

And then just like that. . .the gorgeous woman from the rain was lying next to me.

The same beautiful face. The same jeweled ornament glittering in her pinned-up hair. The same strapless black dress, slit high along one thigh. The same curse of hands crawling down her arm from shoulder to wrist.

She settled her head on the pillow, and the dark silk sighed beneath her.