Page 61 of When Death Whispers

“Oh, but I think I do.”

For a second, everything is still.

And then?—

Hemoves.

His claws scrape lightly down my throat to my chest, tracing the curves of my breasts before cupping one roughly. I arch into his touch with a strangled moan, shamelessly rubbing myself against the thick, hard length of him pressed between my thighs. He growls into my neck, hips rocking forward to grind against my soaked center.

“Fuck, you’re dripping for me already,” he rasps against my pulse. “I’ve barely touched you and you’re already desperate for my cock, aren’t you?”

I moan and nod frantically, too far gone to feel any shame. Heat surges through me like a wildfire that’s just sparked to life. His hips grind against mine and the friction sends sparks of pleasure racing through me, making my toes curl.

“Please...” I gasp, not even sure what I’m begging for. I just know I need more.

His chuckle is deep and wicked. “Please what, little snow fox. Use your words.” His hand slides from my breast down my stomach, claws dragging lightly, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

When a claw brushes through the slick folds between my thighs, I nearly come undone right there. “Fuck!”

“Mmm, so sensitive,” he purrs approvingly. “And so very wet. All for me.”

I whimper and writhe beneath him, trying to press closer, desperate for more.

A growl rumbles from deep within his chest, sending vibrations through my entire body. And with that, he shifts, angling our bodies so he’s half-kneeling, half-leaning over me.

One clawed hand grips my hip, angling me. I dare to look down, to see what he’s doing, but I can’t find words as he positions himself at my entrance.

Oh, god. There’snoway that thing is fitting inside of me. And is it…ribbed?

An amused snort escapes him. “God doesn’t hang out in the Gloom’s woods, Beholden. And he would definitely frown on what you are currently doing, you wicked little thing.”

Fuck. Me.

“Oh, I’m planning on it,” he rumbles as I squirm. “You were made for this. Made for me. Mine.”

I take a shuddering breath, trying to force my body to relax as Rad slowly, inexorably pushes forward. The thick head of his cock stretches me wide, a delicious burn that has me gasping and clawing at his shoulders. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t pause, just keeps pressing deeper and deeper until I’m certain I’ll split in two.

“Breathe, little Beholden,” he growls, his voice strained. Like he’s fighting to keep the beast in check. “You will take all of me.”

“Yes,” I whimper, overwhelmed by the fullness, the pressure, the way he seems to fill every inch of me. And still he pushes deeper, those ridges along his length dragging against my inner walls in a way that has me seeing stars.

When he finally bottoms out, I’m trembling, panting, my body stretched to its limits around him.

Rad holds still, giving me a moment to adjust, but I can feel the tension thrumming through his massive frame, his control hanging by a thread. His frost-blue eyes burn into mine, pupils blown wide with lust and something darker, more primal. His tail tightens around my ankle, claws digging into my hip hard enough to leave marks.

“Rad,” I gasp, rolling my hips as much as I can in his iron grip. “Please, Rad, I need?—”

A snarl rips from his throat and he pulls back, only to slam forward again with enough force to knock the breath from my lungs. I cry out, pain and pleasure blurring into an intoxicating rush that has me arching beneath him, silently begging for more.

Rad doesn’t hold back. His hips snap forward in a punishing rhythm, each thrust driving him impossibly deeper. The ridges along his length drag against my inner walls, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body.

I’m distantly aware that I’m babbling, a stream of pleas and curses falling from my lips as Rad pounds into me relentlessly.

His massive form looms over me, fur brushing against my sensitized skin with each powerful thrust. His claws rake down my sides, leaving stinging trails in their wake. The pain only heightens my pleasure, pushing me closer to the edge. I wrap my legs around his waist, trying to pull him even deeper, needingmore.

“Mine,” he growls, voice thick with possession. “Say it.”

I gasp, struggling to form words through the haze. “Y-yours,” I manage, the admission sending a thrill through me.

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