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I push down.
Fuuuuuck.
He’s big.
I knew he was big, because I’ve had my mouth around him, and I’ve had plenty of theory from a pack that doesn’t bother with doors. Nobody’s theory mentioned the stretch. It burns going in, so I stop with barely the head of him inside me and hold on to his wrist while my thighs shake.
“It hurts you.”
“It’s a lot of you. Give me a moment.”
He’s holding so still that the muscles in his stomach jump, and he doesn’t take his eyes off my face. His thumb moves on my hip. I breathe until the burn eases off and I’m only full, and then I take a bit more of him. I lift up and come down farther. It’s easier each time, slick as I am, and every time I sink he makes a short rough noise that I don’t think he knows about.
“Am I meant to keep still?”
“For now. I’ll tell you when.”
His thumb stops on my hip. “I don’t doubt it.”
When I’ve got all of him, I stay there with his fur against the insides of my thighs, so full it aches, and look down at him. Both his ears have gone out flat to the sides. I’ve never seen them do that.
I put my hand on his chest. “All right?”
“You’re—” He swallows. “No one could’ve told me this.”
I move. I stay upright with a hand braced on his stomach and ride him slowly. He takes my hips and lifts with me. I look down and watch his cock come out of me wet and go back in, all of it, and he’s watching the same thing. I take his right hand off my hip and push it down between us.
“Thumb. There. Smaller circles. Softer—yes. That.”
He learns it faster than he learned in the forest. He rubs my clit with the side of his thumb while I grind down on him, and I come fast, clenching around all of him with my head back. It’s better with him in me to clench on. I’m loud about it, too. There’s nobody in the valley to keep quiet for this time.
He snarls when I tighten on him, and his hips come up off the furs once, hard, before he gets them back down. His claws rip through a pelt.
“Again.” I’ve barely got the breath for it. “Do that again.”
“Your back.”
“My back’s fine. You’ve been careful with me for a month, Rauk. I don’t want careful. I want whatever you’d do if you weren’t.”
His claws go deeper into the furs. “I wouldn’t be gentle.”
“Good.”
“If you tell me to stop—”
“You’ll stop. I know, I know.”
He looks up at me a second longer, and the careful goes out of his face. His ears flatten back, and his lip comes up off his fangs.
That’s more like it.
He lifts me off his cock, and I’ve hardly had time to hate how empty that is before he’s turned me over. He drags half the furs on the pallet into a heap and puts me face down across it, with the heap under my hips and chest, so my back isn’t holding anything up and my bad arm can lie where it likes. Then he’s behind me. He knocks my knees apart with his, gets an arm under my belly, and hauls my ass up, and his claws come down into the furs beside my head. I hear hide rip. That’s my bed.
His mouth comes down beside my ear. “Ass up. Hold on to something. You won’t be walking tomorrow.”
He mounts me. He’s in me to the root in one shove, and it punches a noise out of me that I’ve never made before. “That’s all of me in you.” He’s deeper this way. He’s so deep that it aches, a good heavy ache right up under my navel, and then he starts to rut and I can’t think about anything else.
It’s hard and fast, and he doesn’t let up. His hips slap against my ass on every stroke, his balls swing up heavy against my clit, and the noises my pussy’s making around him are filthy. He’s growling without a break, down in his chest, with his breath hot on the back of my neck. His chest fur drags up and down my back, but none of his weight comes down on it.
