Page 32 of Sasquatch's Claiming

“Take me,” Bernadette moaned. “Fuck me.”

He held her hips tight and slammed into her, over and over again.

“Creator, you’re so damn tight.” He roared, letting out a howl louder than that night at her apartment. Her pussy squeezed him, gripping his cock as she milked him. He came, but then she thrust back, not letting him slip out.

He roared again. “Sweet Creator.”

She moaned, holding tight on to him. Her orgasm coming over and over again. Her thighs were trembling as the frenzied release washed over her.

Finally, he slipped out of her and she collapsed against the mattress. He lay next to her, grinning and sucking in deep breaths.

“Wolf, you say?” he asked.

She laughed. “Rest up. I don’t think we’re done yet.”

8

Ben wasn’t sure when they eventually fell asleep. When he imagined and fantasized about the day he could have Bernadette as a mate, he never pictured a night quite like what they had just had. The way she got on all fours every time. Her juicy ass in plain view. It was so easy to mount her, and her pussy clenched around him, gripping him tight, making him quiver. She’d milked him hard.

All day and all night.

Not that he was complaining.

He was a very glad participant.

It was hard to believe she had wolf in her. It all made sense now, why she could see through the veil. Why she was wanted by other beings and maybe why he wanted her, why he was drawn to her that night he first met her inThe Lusty Kraken.

It also meant no one could take her away. She belonged in this world, on this side of the veil.

Bernadette rolled over, opening one eye. She smiled at him dreamily. “You’re awake.”

Ben grunted. “I went to the lake and caught some breakfast.”

“If you clean it, I’ll cook it.” She leaned up on her elbow, her bob of blonde hair mussed up, her pink nipples bare for him to gaze upon appreciatively.

“Already cleaned.” He set his catch on the counter and then washed his hands.

“How is your arm?”

“Better. I redressed it this morning.” He gestured at the basket. “You have letters from your friend. Many letters.”

Bernadette got up and grabbed the package of mail he’d left neatly tied up on the coffee table. “I need to get in touch with her. I need to close down my old life.”

His heart skipped a beat. “Truly? I mean, you were keeping the apartment for safety.”

“I’m done holding on to it all. I just want to be with you.”

He took one step to cross the room. With ease, he pulled her into his arms and held her. It was everything he wanted to hear for so long.

Something he never thought he’d have.

“I love you. You are a part of my soul,” he murmured.

“I love you too.”

He let go of her so he could put away the fish while she curled up on the couch, naked and so adorable. She began to open her mail. When she was finished with something, she tossed it in the fireplace. Except the ones from her friend. Those, he could tell were bothering her as she went through them.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, finally needing to know what had happened.

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