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Nothing’s measured. Nothing’s thought out. It’s pure animalistic fucking.
Frantic and sublime.
Suddenly I get he didn’t knot because he holds me right then, and that knot blooms to its full size, triggering something inside me. I fall into Xavier’s arms, pulling off from his cock, and I cry out. I’m in overdrive. I’m freefalling. Everything is right in the world.
This is beyond sublime.
This is nirvana.
Everything glowing bright in me.
Killian half collapses on me as the knot slowly deflates and he undulates in me, as Xavier slips three fingers in my mouth for me to suck on.
I want a cock, not fingers. I want more sex.
When they finally pull out, cock and fingers respectively, something isn’t right.
The haze settles in and the itch is back.
What was it that Killian said to me? No one will ever fuck me the way they’ll fuck me?
I want that.
I need that.
“I need more.”
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Xavier
More.
Never in my fucking life have I heard that when taking Tamara in heat—or anyone, any time. And never have I been so alive.
More.
It reverberates in us, and Killian rips off his clothes, the feral animal he keeps locked just below the surface unleashed. And mine is slamming into my own fragile barrier of civility. Clawing through.
He touches her, hands on her, stroking and claiming, twisting her nipples to make her cry out in need.
Killian?
He either doesn’t pay me attention or hear me. And judging by the savageness with tender edges that tears through me, now I’m ripped open, I know he’s just fucking gone.
Iris has that ability.
The reason I kept things at bay was that urge to tear down all walls and just be with her, rut, take, taste, please. And now?
Everything is gone.
It doesn’t matter how big or strong I am. In this moment, I know she can take it.
My hands shake as I remove the remnants of her clothes, the material tearing as I do so.
She gasps and reaches, and I tumble into her, taking her from Killian.
