Page 74 of The Wolf in My Tavern

The twin swellings pulse every time they surge inside me—the knot pressing inside in ways that make me twitch and strain… in and out… in…

He growls, the sound so unnerving that every muscle in my body coils with tension. A warm pelt brushes against my clammy skin, and the beastly knot swells and locks us together. His hips rock against me, driving even deeper, battering the entrance to my womb and setting pleasure and pain to war.

I come hard, my stuffed pussy fisting over his terrifying knot.

I scream, jerking and body rigid, feeling his claws prick the delicate skin of my hips.

He growls again, an unearthly sound of a beast before teeth pierce my throat, and hot blood trickles out.

My pussy convulses and spasms around him, over and over, in a dark climax that has no end.

His teeth sink deeper, savaging my throat.

I whimper, floating, as waves of ecstasy carry me away.

Soft bedding is underneath me. I’m face down. The binding rope is gone, and warm hands work over exhausted muscles. Those hands are once more human.

Did I imagine what transpired… that he took me as a beast?

My throat throbs. No, I didn’t imagine it any more than I imagined his wolf in the Tavern when he pleasured me.

The joy of his strong fingers digging into aching muscles stirs a groan from my lips.

“Pretending to be asleep, little mate?” His growled question close to my ear brings a full-body shiver. My throat isn’t the only part of me throbbing, and a sharp ache blooms inside when my spent muscles squeeze. “My scent is all over you, and I love my smell on you. I’ve been waiting too long to have you. My beast won’t be satisfied until you’re thoroughly claimed in every way.”

“I don’t think I can take anymore,” I whisper.

“Hush, I need this. My wolf needs this.” His knees force their way between mine, spreading me open wide.

Instinctively, I try to rise, to buck him off.

The chains rattle again on the far side of the room as Callum growls behind the gag.

Gray’s huffed laugh is dark and intimate.

“Lie still, lass, and let me have you how I need. If you fight, my wolf will think it’s a game. He likes the thought of subduing you, of mounting you from behind like this.” He holds me easily. “If you can submit to this, it will be easier on you. But make no mistake, your ass is about to be broken in.”

I don’t want to understand what he means—Callum touched me there once when he was eating my pussy. It shocked me… It also felt a tingly kind of good, and I came very hard.

I want to believe Gray means only to do the same, but I also don’t.

Callum is growling again. I believe he likewise thinks the worst.

“Goddess, you cannot mean—oh!”

He drags my ass up from the bed. “Keep your head down and ass up. Yes, just like that.”

I don’t have the strength to lift my head—instructions are unnecessary. His fingers seek my slick pussy, petting my needy clit and distracting me from what I fear he is about to do. I groan when slick-coated fingers stop at my ass, circling the surprisingly sensitive entrance over and over before dipping a single finger in. “Good girl. Let me in.”

Feeling that unnatural invasion, I immediately clench, stirring a rough chuckle from Gray.

“Fuck, you are tight. It might hurt some when I stretch you, but that can’t be helped. You’ll get used to it, lass. My wolf wants to breed you, but he also likes the dark place. Ass fucking is dark, filthy, and absolutely sublime.” He rumbles with satisfaction as he works a second finger in. “You’re going to come so hard.”

His stern determination that he shall do this whether I wish it or not, that it might even hurt a little, and he doesn’t care, should not be arousing.

Yet it is.

I question whether I still possess my wits, even as I beg and plead for a reprieve I don’t really want. He doesn’t listen, coating his cock in the slick between my thighs before forcing the head past the tightly puckered entrance. It throbs and burns. I’m sure I’m being broken in ways that cannot be repaired.

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