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Chapter 33

Aisling

Three weeks later

I’m burning up,and I need to find a way to make it stop before I attempt to attack my heat with my fancy sex toys. I came home early from work when the cramps began, since I drove into the city for work, but I didn’t have any kind of heads up otherwise.

I didn’t get the urge to nest or anything, which shows that sometimes biology will fuck with you just because it can.

I didn’t take any kind of suppressants this time around, and I’m starting to get desperate as I walk through the house, opening the back door. The cool air feels amazing as I pull off my coat, mittens, long-sleeved shirt and skirt.

Fuck, I’m close to flinging off my bra too as I drop to my knees in the backyard, scooping up snow to rub it against my fevered skin. I give no shits that I’m outside in my underwear and boots. I’m desperate at this point.

The entire ride home, I felt awful, my stomach cramping as my pussy twisted in need. It feels as if a knife is twisting up my insides as I screamed while driving to try to take the edge off.

Now, I’m panting in pain as I lean forward to try to alleviate the immense pressure and tearing sensation inside of me.

“Fuck,” I gasp. I’m wearing suspender tights today because they were more comfortable as I was getting dressed, which should have been a clue that I was having an off day. My hand drifts down to my knife on my thigh, and I clutch it to ground myself.

I’m okay, it’s going to be fine…

“Ahhh!” I scream, shaking my head as my hair flies back and forth.

It’s not fucking fine!

“Aisling!” Caelin yells, running through the open back door. “Fuck, poppet. I felt… like you were hurting, but couldn’t figure out why. I texted everyone to come home.”

“I didn’t realize it would hit me so quickly,” I pant, looking over my shoulder.

There’s concern in his pale blue eyes, his hair wild from fucking with it.

“It’s okay,” he purrs. “I’ll fix it if you’ll let me. We have to go inside, though. Can I pick you up?”

“It feels better outside,” I breathe.

“Then, I’m fucking you out here,” he growls, pulling off his coat and unzipping his pants. Flicking open his button, he stalks toward me. “Do you want my knot, poppet?”

“Yes,” I rasp, turning and beginning to crawl to him.

“God, you look so beautiful crawling to me,” he rumbles. “Aisling, damn, baby. Wait, wait, fuck. I should have talked about this before. Is there anything you don’t want me to do to you?”

“Choke me, fuck me, knot me,” I whimper.

“Jesus wept,” he groans, bending down toward me as I leap at him.

Thankfully, Caelin catches me without hesitation, and my legs wrap around his waist. My lips fuse to his as we kiss, and his hand wraps itself in my panties before ripping them off. The wind blows through the backyard, making me shiver in relief as he shoves my ruined panties into his pocket.

“Caelin, please,” I whine, kissing down his neck. His scruff is rough along my skin, and I welcome it, rocking my pussy over his abs.

“It’s yours, baby,” he rasps, releasing his cock and pushing his pants further down his hips to make room for his knot. “Fuck yourself on my cock, Aisling.”

His thick crown lines up with my sopping wet entrance as his big hand lifts my ass, and my fingers pull on his hair as I sink down on his cock.

“Oh,” I gasp. “Caelin, yes.”

“Your pussy makes me think of the filthiest of things. I want to pull you over to me when you’re watching a movie, shift your panties to the side, and have your warm cunt warm my cock,” he rumbles, making me clench around him.

“Oh, I see. Maybe I should do just that during breakfast. Keep wearing those pretty little dresses with these cool leg warmer things.”

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