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Fenrir willingly obliged. He lifted her leg over his shoulder as she plowed into her. Her cries of pleasure built higher with every thrust, and her scent grew stronger. Soon they were slapping together so hard and fast that Fenrir gripped her hips to piston inside her faster.

Grace growled and then cried out as her body arched off the bed. His body pulled tight, and heat burned up his legs and settled in his groin as he exploded into her. He pulled her tight against him as his knot swelled and locked in place. Her hot velvety walls clamped down around him even as their climaxes continued.

Fenrir roared as she called his name over and over. When her body relaxed onto the bed, he fell on top of her sated.

Grace smiled and hummed as she wrapped her arms around him.

“Mmmmm… I hope this is how we wake up every morning,” she said sleepily.

Fenrir chuckled. “I could get used to it.”

She kissed him. “Me too.”

She pushed several dark strands of hair out of his eyes and stared at him with hooded eyes. Her face was flush, but it wasn’t just from their lovemaking. He felt her forehead and then her cheek.

“Are you feeling okay?” He inspected her shoulder where she’d been stabbed, but the wound had healed, and the scar was no longer discolored.

“I feel… I don’t know. I can’t explain it except to say that I feel horny.”

He smiled. “Trust me, I am happy for you to be horny any time, little Goddess, but you feel different. Smell different.”

“Smell like what?”

He shook his head. “I don’t know. Just… amazing. It’s like everything about you is amped up to a thousand. Even your privates are swollen and wetter and tighter.”

“Really?” Her eyebrows drew together, and she kissed him. “Is that a complaint?”

Fenrir looked down at their joined bodies. “Does it seem like I’m complaining?”

She laughed.

He rolled on his back, pulling her onto his chest. Fenrir had no idea how long they lay that way, but soon they drifted off to sleep.

When Fenrir woke later, Grace was already on top of him.

“I need you. I… I can’t stand it.”

Her legs burned where she straddled him.

“Grace are you okay?” he asked.

She slid down on him and began rocking before he could even move.

“Oh gods, Fen. You feel so good. I need you again. I need your knot. Please, Fen.”

Fear trickled down Fenrir’s spine. Her entire body was slick with sweat, and her skin hot to the touch. Even so, her body called out to his, and he couldn’t deny her. He wanted her, and he wanted to give her anything she asked for.

“Take what you need, Grace. I’ll give you all of it.”

She moaned and rocked on his hips, but soon, her moans of pleasure turned to agitation, and she shook her head and slid off him.

Fenrir sat up and laid his hands on her shoulder. “Tell me. Tell me what you need.”

Grace looked at him and shook her head before covering her face.

Fenrir’s beast called out to her, and Fenrir reached through the connection to her.

No. No. He couldn’t. It wasn’t right.

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