Page 54 of Her Wolf

It had always been an odd sensation—pleasure bordering on strangeness—that he wasn’t sure if he enjoyed it.

But now, there were no weird thoughts chasing through his head. His beast made their kiss even harder, as if trying to overpower Lars.

And Lars kissed him back just as ferociously. A hand found the back of his head, and Lars became as breathless as Cora.

His balls went tight. He broke off their kiss, ducking down to catch Cora’s neck with his teeth. It barely muffled his violent, “Ah!” as he slammed into her.

She mewled at him, and he bit down on her skin, sucking hard so he wouldn’t bite and open a vein.

He could feel Lars convulsing under him, and a warm splash of cum on his leg as the man came.

When he pounded into Cora a last time, she woke up under him. The nails on his shoulders scraped burning lines into his skin as she yelled out his name. Her pussy closed around his dick, holding him inside as her body spasmed under him.

Her cry transformed into a stuttering gasp.

“Fuck, yes,” Finn murmured, thrusting deeper into her. “Come for me.”

She wailed, her hips bucking again, and he kissed her chin, her cheek, grazed his teeth over her collarbone.

“Oh, fuck,” she whispered, and her legs closed around his waist like a visor. His dick was softening, but he pounded his hips against her one last time, hoping to send a shock wave through her.

She clung to him, her body trembling.

A second later, she started sobbing.

But as soon as Lars and Bailey encircled them, her crying became soft and unsteady.

“Oh my god,” Cora whispered in a broken voice as she trembled in their arms. “Oh my fucking god.”

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