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I know she needs a knot to fully satisfy her, but I’m a Beta. I don’t have one. I will just do my best to prepare her because knots are intense. Like a second virginity. I’m sure this is what Ares meant.

I tangle my fingers in her hair, pulling her head to mine. “You’re gonna take my cock now, Cassie. Every fucking inch of me on the first go.” I drive inside her, bottoming out, taking her virginity, and filling her dripping cunt.

She makes a strangled sound, but her wet heat grips me tight. I pull out slowly, making her whine like a needy girl before I ram back inside so hard that the bed rattles.

“Fu—Oh!” she mewls. I grab her legs and wrap them around mine and thrust into her hard, slamming into her over and over until tears roll down her cheeks, and she’s barely able to breathe. And when she seems as though she can’t take any more, I hover over her, wrapping my free hand around her throat and railing into her like a man possessed.

I press my mouth against her ear, teeth nipping at her skin. I’m struck by an overwhelming desire to bite her, my wolf itching just below the surface.

She brings out the animalistic side of me, feral and famished, with a burning need to touch and claim every single part of her. I ravage her sweet cunt until she’s panting for breath and whimpering beneath me. But it’s still not enough.

I pull her up so we’re both kneeling and spread her thighs wider with my knees, stretching her as far as I can while still being able to fuck her in this position. She’s going to cum all over my sheets, stain them bright red with her release. My cock leaks inside her at the thought. “You’re going to take everything I got, like my needy little girl.”

Gripping her head and throat, I feel her try to nod. I increase my pressure, cutting off her airway as I drive in even harder, my hips slamming against hers.

Her pussy walls ripple around me, and I know she’s close to losing herself. I slide my hand between her thighs and strum her clit with my thumb, sending her hurtling over the edge. Her cunt ripples, milking my cock. I loosen my grip on her throat and let her suck in a breath.

The rush of air ignites her climax, like oxygen feeding a flame. She comes hard, soaking my sheets and my thighs and trembling so much that her teeth chatter. I wrap my arms around her, holding her tight and roaring her name as my orgasm tears through me with the force of a freight train.

I let her go, and she falls flat on the mattress, gasping for breath and clutching at her throat. I sway on my knees, my head spinning with the strength of my own climax. I’m seconds away from collapsing on top of her when a heaving sob escapes from her lips. The sound snaps me out of my orgasm-induced haze, and all I can do is watch helplessly as tears stream from her eyes.

Fuck!

Seconds drag like minutes, but she doesn’t run. She doesn’t scramble to get away from me. She doesn’t do anything.Tentatively, I reach out and trail my fingertips down her spine, and she shivers. But she’s still here.

Lying between my thighs, covered in her blood and our cum, she looks so beautifully broken that my cock already aches to take her again.

“Eric,” she rasps, her throat clogged with tears.

“Yeah?” My own voice comes equally raw and thick with emotion.

Whatever she is about to say gets cut off by another sharp intake of breath. We lie here like this for I don’t know how long. Our hearts racing, breaths hoarse and ragged.

After a while, our chests stop heaving and the throbbing pulse in her neck slows down. She’s calmer now that she has cum, but it’s not going to last. I press a soft kiss beneath her ear. The corner of her mouth curls into a faint smile.

“I need you to fuck me again,” she whispers.

I chuckle softly. “Anything for you.”

Chapter Twenty-One

Jeremiah

I watch as the van Ares called pulls up, its headlights cutting through the darkness like a knife. We had stayed with the bodies, knowing that if we left, the assassins might retrieve their dead and leave no evidence behind.

The air is thick with tension, and I can still feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins. Cassie’s kill has shaken me to my core. I want her so badly it feels like an addiction, a craving I can’t control.

I feel like a junkie when it comes to her. Craving her, but never satisfied. I don’t think I will ever be.

Ares is talking to the man he had called, his friend Henry. I watch them from a distance, wondering if Ares is as shaken as I am. He seems calm, collected, as if this is just another day for him. I envy his composure.

My mind races with different thoughts.What if we didn’t come on this run with Cassie?What would have happened?

I mean, Cassie’s wolf is strong. That much she has proven to all of us, but could she have handled them all alone? I shake my head, refusing to let those dark thoughts creep into my mind.

She’s safe now. We protected her and that’s all that matters.

Ares exchanges a handshake with Henry, bidding him goodbye. He turns around and walks up to me.

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