She relaxed enough for my knot to slip in. I held myself against her, pressing forward until she sucked me in. As she began to cry and moan, I reached between her legs to strum on her pearl.
The sight was glorious. Her cheeks bouncing against my front. My dark red knot slipped in and out with her as she chased it. I could feel my seed.
“Vargrrr,” she cried.
I yanked her back, impaling her onto my knot, driving forward as my fingers slipped over her pearl. Her arse bucked, and she clamped around me, milking my seed out of me while she cried out. I felt every hot spurt gush into her.
“Yes, oh. Thank you,” she sighed before her arms collapsed and her head fell on the bed.
I groaned as my seed continued to surge inside her.
“Don't get comfortable. You're going in the bathtub with my knot stuffed inside you as you requested.”
She moaned into the furs.
I lifted her up, arm wrapped around her chest, joined by my knot and carried her toward the bathtub. Her cunt fluttered around my knot with every step.
“No,” she moaned.
I growled into her shoulder—she’d asked for this, and she’d take it all like the good littleskækjashe was.
I settled in the water with her bound to my knot. It wasn't long before I started to play with her pearl and tweak her nipples.
It seemed that I was as bad as my mate.
Chapter 16
Liùsaidh
Drink, mate and sleep was all I did. The concept of morning sun or night-watching vanished. My mind only thought of two things, knot and seed. Vargr gave it to me hard, soft, teasing, but he never refused me. He massaged my hips and belly when the cramps began, only to tease me before mounting me.
Recently, I’d begun begging for him to leave his knot inside me as I slept. Without it, I thrashed. Restless. Empty. I couldn’t sleep unless I was sealed shut.
The heat never died down—it intensified.
Vargr? He was my ruin and my saviour.
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The dull ache throbbed again, relentless, hungry. I crawled down his body, following the scent of my salvation.
His legs parted for me, welcoming. I knew what I needed to do. What would turn him into the beast I craved—rut-mad, brutal, knotted deep inside me.
I licked a line across his belly, tasting salt, skin and heat. My tongue traced the black markings on his abdomen like runes I could read with my mouth.
Down to the golden hair, I kissed my way lower, reverent, breathless. He was so hard everywhere—muscle, bone, cock. Not soft like me.
Then I reached my prize. His cock stirred with blood under my hand, filling, thickening, growing for me.
I licked from base to tip, slow and filthy, tasting the tang of my slick still clinging to him. He groaned low in his chest.
Slick poured from me, my cunt clenching at the thought of taking him again.
I wrapped my lips around his tip and sucked gently, my hand stroking the shaft that pulsed and hardened beneath my palm.
“Gods,” he hissed.“You can’t go a single breath without my cock in your mouth, can you?”
I didn’t answer. I was too busy tasting us—our combined secretions and his sweet nectar on my tongue. He was filling my mouth up, and I squirmed at the thought of him inside me. I reached below to cup his knot. It wasn't ripe yet.