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When he pulled back, his eyes were amber, piercing straight into my soul. His trance was gone, but the lust remained. His hands dug into the soft flesh of my ass while he pummeled me.

“Fuck,” he grumbled, and he throbbed, stretching me further. The slap of his heavy balls against my ass and the thick clapping of my thighs against his hard hips rang out in the night.

Keeping me aloft, my legs dangling, Grim’s oversized cock abruptly pulled out of me and it sent a shockwave of ecstasy through me as heat swam in my gaping hole.

I glanced down just in time to watch his cockhead bulge between us. He shot ropes of thick cum across my front, launching up between my breasts and slashing across my belly.

I cried out as he released himself all over me, defiling and claiming me. I hugged him tighter than ever. His breaths were coming in quick, shallow spurts against my ear, my heartbeat running rampant against his cheek as he folded in on himself.

Slowly, Grim let me down. I landed on wobbly legs, my knees knocking together. He helped keep me upright until the intensity of my climaxes was fading away.

I smiled at him when he looked down, his face sweating. “That was unexpected,” I murmured, “though not unwanted.” I curled a hand under his chin, along his short-trimmed beard, and went on my tiptoes to kiss him.

A low growl purred from nearby.

Our bodies went rigid.

The growl wasn’t from Grim.

Holding him tight, my body recovering, I looked over his shoulder . . .

As four wolves appeared from the shadows at different angles, stalking into the clearing with their heads low, their teeth bared, and their eyes alight with lust, danger, and violence.

“Shit,” I breathed in Grim’s ear.

Chapter 35

Grim

I SWUNG AROUND, MERE seconds after losing my mind inside Ravinica. I didn’t have time to relish the bliss or marvel at the woman who’d given it to me.

My hand instinctively moved behind me, shoving myself in front of her, to make sure she was protected.

I didn’t feel abashed or vulnerable nude. I was used to it. She, on the other hand, made herself smaller behind me as she quickly pulled her clothes on.

Our tryst had been swift, smoldering, and abrasive.

I couldn’t think much on it now, yet I knew I’d be reminiscing and pulling the memories from my head for days, weeks—maybe forever.

If we made it out of Delaveer Forest alive.

Half the time during our passionate embrace, I hadn’t even been present, lost in heat from the full moon yanking my beast to the fore. I was glad I hadn’t gone berserk. It was a curse I had no willpower over—an uncontrollable, violent, savage urge I couldn’t summon, even now when we were in imminent danger.

The four wolves prowling in front of us kept their heads low, salivating from their vicious teeth. Their eyes were wilder than usual. I noticed the daze in them—the same trance I’d been feeling just minutes before.

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