Page 75 of Grim

He thought his animal would be too much, but I saw those deep black eyes roaming my body last night. His wolf had taken control, and it turned my body into a heated furnace of lust. He would not be too much. I already knew that. My body was thrumming with desire, and my once torn and broken body had been forgotten.

I couldn’t even pull the memory of what the man at the bar looked like after that old woman had unclouded my eyes. It was all gone, the nightmares, the memories. All forgotten.

There was only Grim.

He snarled, rolling me onto my stomach. He gripped my hips and lined up his cock at my entrance. “So wet,” he growled. His heavy breath brushing over my back. I arched, wiggling my butt to taunt him further.

“You smell so good.” His voice audibly changed. It was like two beings inhabiting one voice, and my pussy throbbed hearing it.

“You like me here too, don’t you?” The deepened voice said. “You like knowing we both will rut you until we are satisfied. Until you are satisfied being filled with our seed.”

I whimpered, his words playing my clit like a fiddle.

One thrust was all it took for me to cry out as he bottomed out. His shaft was thick and heavy, his thrusts wild while he leaned over my body, coating my skin with his.

He reached around, holding my breasts, pinching and rolling my tits with his fingers.

I cried out over and over as he continued to thrust into me. His seed continued to apply thick coats to the walls of my pussy. His knot formed at the base. But this differed from last night. It didn’t lock inside me. It would spill and release for him to continue his rutting.

I could feel the piercings rubbing next to my clit. Each time he pulled out to thrust in again I could feel them rub up and down my clit.

Grim was panting after his third round. His sweat dripped down his chest and onto my back. His cock showed no signs of letting up nor his grip of loosening.

He hammered me like he was truly rabid, and I couldn’t complain one bit.

“I’ll ride you,” I said boldly.

He paused, his muscles shaking with weakness. He let his cock fall from my body, and I turned to straddle him as he fell into the blankets. His eyes hooded, he held his cock in place.

“Journey, I’m sorry,” he rasped. “It–”

“Shh.” I traced his finger with my lip. “Let me take care of you now.”

He closed his eyes, and I positioned myself over the head, thrusting down hard, making us both cry out. I jumped on his cock repeatedly, feeling my orgasms rising and falling. There was no end in sight. His cock continued to bulge and release.

Come dripped down my thigh; it coated us both and landed into our nest. Neither of us seemed to care that our arousal saturated each other.

Grim’s hands roamed my body, holding my hip with one hand to help and my breast with the other.

I should be exhausted by now. I lost count of how many times I orgasmed. He begged me for more, but my clit was swollen, each rise and fall of my hips scraping against it.

“Come again,” he would growl.

My breath was ragged, my voice sore from screaming. He and his wolf enjoyed that I was using his cock for my pleasure.

His grunts of approval, of praise each time I fell over the abyss of bliss, only encouraged me to continue.

As he released for a final time, his knot did not deflate. It widened, locking itself inside my pussy, and I stopped my movement.

Grim gracefully rolled me to the side, keeping his cock firmly planted. He cupped my face, his mouth meeting my lips.

“I’m so sorry, my mate. You do not need to do that again when my rut returns.”

I paled. It’s going to return? I tried to hide my worry. Or was it excitement?

I should be concerned, but I wasn’t. My body was already thrumming with anticipation.

“Ah, it was nothing. I could do that again all day.” I waved my hand.

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