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My balls start to boil just as a crack forms in the wall above us. Dammit. I pound harder and faster against my little wolf, sweat rolling down my spine as her hands wrap around my neck while she chases her own orgasm, swiveling her hips and grinding against me to stimulate herself.
I shift my hips slightly so I can get a deeper angle, wanting those last few thrusts to be the best, the tip of my dick squeezed so tight.
A cracking, snapping noise reaches my ears, but I’m there. I’m there. I’m fucking thrusting like a madman as Elena screams and shudders.
“Good girl, come for me,” I grunt.
I slam into her so hard that her shoulders smash into the wall again, and that’s when I feel her pussy spasm and tighten around me.
I’m gone.
Deceased.
Over.
I shoot off inside her, my dick twitching as I spray rope after rope of cum, my knot locking it all in place and sending a dark primal sort of pleasure through me that only adds to the physical sensation.
My wolf growls,Mine.
I’ve barely caught my breath when another crack sounds, and I glance at the wall only to realize that the entire section of sheetrock surrounding us has cracked like a piece of glacier ice.
“Shi—” I don’t even get the word out before the cracked-out portion separates in a jagged oval, and we tumble backward onto the bed, the piece of wallboard in my claws coming with us.
Elena screeches in my ear but is pinned between me and the wall. She can’t do anything but curl further into me.
My reflexes are quick enough to lock my arms, but that’s about it as we fall. We bounce on the mattress a few times before gravity steadies us, and I create a divot in the mattress. Elena’s still clinging to me, but my arms and feet are up, holding the wall in a tabletop that floats nearly a foot above her head.
“Crawl out,” I order Elena to ensure she doesn’t get hurt. I’m not worried about a bit of wallboard smashing my nose, but I don’t want her injured.
“Knot,” she reminds me.
Fuck me. Who’d have thought knotting her would come back to bite me? We’re stuck together until my knot relaxes, and that’s at least several minutes away. Her tiny little heartbeat flutters against my chest like a hummingbird’s.
“Okay then, stay really still,” I tell her softly, because I need her to listen to me.
One at a time, I carefully shift my feet and hands back to human and pull them out of the holes made by my larger monster claws. I prop my palms and the bottoms of my feet on the sheetrock so that it maintains the same flat position. Then slowly, I edge my hands over to either ragged edge so that I can get a good grip on it. All the while, Elena’s warm breath steadies and slows against my chest. Once I’m sure I have it, I toss it across the room and watch as it crashes into the couch, cracking further, strips of golden embossed wallpaper pudging out awkwardly.
I stare at it in disbelieving silence for a moment, because I can’t believe that just happened.
Elena giggles and pushes herself up so that she’s straddling me, her movement pleasantly stimulating my knot, though I’m far from ready for another round.
Her hair is the most gorgeous, just-fucked mess I’ve ever seen, and I can see my teeth marks on the base of her neck. She’s never looked more beautiful.
My omega looks behind her at the gaping hole in the wall, and then my sarcastic girl says, “Well,that brings a whole new meaning to ‘bringing down the house.’”
An unexpected laugh bursts from my lips, and she dissolves into the cutest little snort laughs as she turns back around to face me, palms coming to my pecs to support her as she starts to belly laugh.
“Damn straight it does,” I reply with a smug grin.
I fold my hands over my chest on top of hers and stare up at my mate as she finishes giggling and sighs contentedly.
And I realize … I wish it had always been like this. I wish she always had, from day one, run into my arms, called me her alpha, and stared at me with the same soft look she’s using now.
Regret burns the lining of my stomach that things aren’t that way. I know when she looks at me, she’s still typically consumed by resentment, and this is just a temporary respite. And I know it’s all my fault.
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ELENA
