He palmed her ass, covering both globes with his massive hands, and used his thumbs to pull her cheeks apart. Moira hissed when he notched himself at her entrance, panic lancing through her chest as her body tensed for pain.
As he eased his hips forward, the flaring tip of his cock gave way, folding back against his shaft and easing his invasion. Even so, his unnatural heat and massive girth made Moira break out in a cold sweat.
Joseph slowly worked himself into her body with more care than she’d thought possible. She forced herself to breathe through the strain, but she was trembling by the time he was half-seated and down to the second bulge in his shaft.
His body temperature was so high, she could feel every little change inside her body. She could feel his cock kicking and releasing little jets of lubricant. The hot fluid leaked out around his cock, dripping from her sex and trailing down her thighs. Moira should have felt embarrassed and humiliated, but there was something so dirty about the situation that she knew it wasn’t only his arousal leaking from her.
Her body rocked forward as he tried to push deeper, but gaining ground was getting harder the deeper he plunged. Joseph grabbed her hips, holding her steady as he surged forward with increasing force.
Moira swallowed a yelp and pinched her eyes closed against the discomfort. Her inner tissues burned as he forced his way deeper, his hips jerking faster and rougher, until she was stretched around the widest part of his shaft. She panted and squirmed, trying to get away from the pressure, but he was unrelenting.
“Please…” she whined, trying to twist so she could see him. “It’s too much… I can’t.”
His purr filled the den, reassurance resonating off the walls as he tightened his grip on her hips. Before she could protest, he gave a brutal thrust, forcing her the rest of the way down his bulging cock.
She clamped her hands over her mouth to smother her pained cry. Stars danced in her vision, and for a moment, she thought she’d faint. The pain was intense—a burning, throbbing invasion she couldn’t escape—especially now with the widest part lodged inside her. The thought of pulling herself off the gigantic knot made her stomach roll.
He stilled, leaning over her to nudge her cheek with his nose. Moira nodded to signal she was okay, but didn’t dare remove her hands from her mouth. She didn’t trust herself to be quiet when he thrust again.
To her surprise, he didn’t move for several moments. His tongue darted out against her cheek and throat as he nuzzled her, cooing against her skin. His distraction worked, easing her pain and loosening the tightness in her lungs. She forced herself to relax, and parted her fingers over her lips to take a deep breath.
Joseph cooed, and with a final approving lick over her throat, he straightened and rolled his hips, the roughened fur of his pelvis grinding against her ass. Moira gasped at the fresh burst of sensation, but the discomfort was easier to bear. Him not drawing back on the bulging shaft was a relief. Instead, he ground himself inside her.
Warmth bloomed in her core, spreading through her body as the pain of his initial invasion morphed into pleasure. His cock pulsed inside her, every tiny ridge along its head rubbing sensitive nerves in her channel, the ever-swelling shaft filling her to overflowing. It was unlike anything Moira had experienced before.
Being filled by him, bred by him, was a primal experience—violating, frightening, and intensely erotic.
Joseph stilled, his cock rippling and twitching inside her. His nails bit into the soft flesh of her hips as his orgasm erupted. Her insides heated and tingled under the sensation of him bathing them with his cum, and the growing pressure in Moira’s belly broke as her own pleasure crested.
A whirring noise broke through her reverie, and Moira yelped when Joseph shifted to look behind him at the entrance to the den. The low growl that rumbled up from his chest told her their private moment had been interrupted, and by a drone, from the sound of it. Moira couldn’t see it, thankfully; Joseph’s body shielded her from that particular humiliation. The knowledge that everyone would now know without question what had happened in the den with the feral were made her cheeks burn hot.
North’s voice crackled out of the speaker on the bottom of the drone, cold and smug. “Well, Dawkins, looks like your pack has a new Alpha.”