Page 32 of In My Closet

Reaching down, he shoved three of his fingers into me, making me moan and thrust my hip at him. "You're fucking soaked, yet I haven't done anything but chase you through the forest like a maniac."

Putting an inch of space between us, he lowered his head down and shoved his hot tongue into my mouth, muffling every sound that came out of me and even going as far as shoving his tongue down my throat while he ran his claws up my legs. Every brush of his claws brought upon surge after surge of tingling pleasure, especially when he reached my inner thighs.

Then, a brief screech of pain jerked my body when I felt him dig his claws into my tender flesh, breaking the skin and causing my warm blood to bead out in their wake. "To sink my fangs into these luscious thighs, mhmm fuck." His words rumbled against my lips before I felt his tongue descend my body to my sensitive nipples. "And these little chocolate nipples of yours, so fucking delicious."

A sharp gasp choked my moan out as my body tensed in response to the feeling of something slipping into my ass. It wasn't his huge cock—thank God—'cause my ass wasn't completely stuffed full, and his hands were occupied with groping every inch of my body, so that only left one answer.

"Valphan, please, not so much like last time. You'll break my ass." As if that was even possible, but I had to try. Besides, the fear was always there no matter what, given the sheer difference between us.

"No." He denied me with a wicked grin. "You are going to take all I give you like a good little slut. I am going to stuff your ass just as full as your cunt when I take you as my wife tonight." His long tongue licked my cheek hungrily. "Really claim every fucking inch of you as your husband before finally knotting you to keep you full of my cum."

Yeah, that thought really terrified me because I've never taken his knot before, something we decided to keep for our special occasion as a first for us. But I've seen it more than I could count at this point in time, and the thing was a monster on its own.

Growling lowly, he pressed my legs to open further until my thighs were almost even with the rest of my body. "Your cunt looks so good right now, just begging me to feast upon it until you can't squirt and gush anymore." Bending down, he gave me a long lick with a groan. "Too bad I need to get inside of you right now. Otherwise, I'm going to lose my fucking mind."

Then, without warning, he shoved himself balls deep into me in a single thrust, making me roll my eyes as my mouth hung open in a silent scream of pleasure. This was a typical reaction every time he penetrated me, but something about this time felt different. Everything felt heightened, and I felt more connected to him strangely. It was as if we were truly becoming one.

Delirious from the pleasure, I felt myself giving in to Valphan's actions. Every scratch along my body; slap against my clit, tits, or ass; pinch of my nipples; bite along my neck or shoulders; every thickening of the shadow dick in my ass; and every soul-shaking thrust of his cock into me brought me to a new height of rapture. There was a pain to it all, but the pain was so sweet and good—I wanted nothing but more.

"Focus on me, cupcake. I'm about to knot you for the first time, and I want you to see the effect your sweet body has on me." His deep voice brought me out of the depths of my lustful haze, and my eyes struggled to focus on his straining face as his hips picked up in pace and force.

Over a period of what felt like hours, his hips jerked out of rhythm to a halt as he let out a loud roar that shook the area. Buried fully in me, I felt the familiar throb of his cock with my tightened walls, but this time, something else followed before his cum.

Pain furrowed my face tight as I felt my stretched walls being forced to stretch more as his knot inflated. "Oh fuck! Valphan! It hurts!" I sobbed and bit through the pain of his cock, locking himself into me.

What was even more shocking was my body's reaction to it all. Yes, it hurt like a bitch, but somehow, my body decided to get off on it. Tremors of pure pleasure ravaged my body as I felt myself tighten around his knot and my hips thrust against him for some friction. "Shit… I'm coming. I'm coming from your knot."

Throwing my head back, I let out a deep and loud moan, letting myself come undone completely on his cocks in me.

"Love you… Fucking…. I love you so much, Valphan."

Warmth pressed against my cheek and all over my face. "Thank you. Thank you so much for loving me and letting me love you back."

Chapter 20

Epilogue: Valphan

~5 years later~

"Dada! Look! Clean!"

Well, now I didn't want to look to see what kind of mess my three-year-old made this time.

"Dada! Now look!"

Relenting with a sigh, I plastered a smile on my face as I turned around from the stove to look at my son, Micah. Thankfully, I didn't have to try and keep the smile on my face because it naturally grew at the sight of Micah 'washing' a bowl with a rag.

Giving me a toothy grin, he held his toy bowl up with a triumphant smile. "Clean!" Without setting the bowl down, he clapped his hands together with a laugh.

Unable to help it, I laughed along with him proudly. I honestly expected a mess when I turned around because that was usually the case whenever he told me to look and clean—he wanted my attention to clean up his mess. So, to see him actually cleaning was so heartwarming.

Also, seeing him do that on his own amazed me because moments like these always reminded me of how life always went forward and that Micah wouldn't stay young forever.

On top of all that, it was a stern reminder that I was a damn parent. Some days I still wanted to shit myself because being a parent terrified me. I mean, taking a step back, it was simple, but when it came to applying everything I ever read in all the parenting books I could get my hands on the moment Gracie and I decided to start trying for a kid, yeah, fuck that.

The thought of fucking up as a parent somehow because I didn't say the right thing or reacted wrong really fucked me up. It wasn't so bad now after Gracie kicked some sense into my stubborn ass because she got tired of me treating our kid with gloves on. Also, she might or might not have withheld some cuddles and head scratches until I behaved…

Speaking of my lovely little mate.

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