Page 64 of One Way Out

But only if he comes too.

I pull my hands from his shoulders and loop my arms between his.

My nipples are so sensitive they’re almost painful, and flicking my fingers over them makes it hard not to whine.

“Damn, baby girl.” Shaw moves to tease my swollen nub, and my pheromones flood the air. “I’m getting foggy. I’m going to need you to get there soon. I want to remember this.” He picks up speed in working my clit. “You’re drenched and so tight, it takes my damn breath away every single time I dip back inside you. If I’m not careful, rut will take over, and I won’t remember shit.”

He pulls free of my sex and plunges in again.

Over.

And over.

Then he does it all over again, until I’m so overstimulated my body doesn’t know which way is up. Sweat beads on my forehead and between my breasts, and I’m not even the one doing anything.

I focus on the pressure that comes when he is inside me and pleasure builds in my lower stomach. Forming words seems hard. I’m not sure I could speak softly when I ache to beg. Instead, I nod frantically, hopefully signaling that I’m there…or about to be.

No, I’m about to comeright now.

My inner walls ripple, and my nipples throb.

Shaw circles my clit with more pressure, and I detonate. Violent waves of euphoria rip through my system like a lightning bolt to the point I thrash and lose all sense of time and reality.

Only then does Shaw really pound into me, and his crown bouncing against my cervix sends me skyrocketing. He shoves his tongue into my mouth, possibly to muffle the sound, or maybe he just really wants to kiss me.

His cock swells, and he growls against my lips.

I’m so out of it, I can’t make sense of the sharp sting of pain in my lower lip.

The choice of whether to accept the bond hits my consciousness, and it finally clicks—the pain was Shaw’s teeth. I’m not sure my brain even has time to process the thought, and I’ve already accepted the connection.

He pulls his hand from between us, bringing it to cradle my cheek as he ruts, bumping the bottom of my pussy on every vicious snap of his hips.

My eyes pop open, stinging with a painful ache.

Holy shit.

We’re bonded.

My pack is complete.

Warmth and contentment washes through my chest, followed by Shaw’s pleasure as his orgasm rips through the bond.

I gasp at the feeling of being overrun with his bliss, and it causes me to curl off the mattress and toward him. Our teeth bump, and he finally retracts his canines, licking over the wound to clean and seal it.

I’m still shaking as he pulls back, caressing my cheek. It’s a tender and reassuring touch.

My vision is blurry, making everything hazy and muted—everything but Shaw.

Nothing makes sense.

I can’t tell if this is even real life or the most intense sex dream I’ve ever had.

I’m warm and floaty.

Shaw sends something through the bond. It’s hard to tell, but if I had to guess, I’d say that feeling is love and affection. Or it could be reverence for our newfound connection.

I don’t know.

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