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The slapping stopped.

“Leaking all over the place,” he muttered before his arms moved beside my body.

He slammed into me. Deep, hard, and stretching me out.

I cried out in relief. His staff gave me what I ached for on the tree through the twisted bond.

He slammed into me like a battering ram—again. My arms trembled as I gripped the pillows, my chest crushed into the bedding while my cunt was spread wide, claimed again. The stretch burned. The pressure made me dizzy. But Gods…the relief of having him there, splitting me apart?

I moaned, lost in the drunken pleasure.

“You’re not gaping enough,” he snarled, slamming in deeper.“Take more, Liùsaidh. Take every part of my cock.”

I choked on my breath as he drove into me harder, crueller, rutting like the beast he was. His pace sharpened, punishing. Each plunge dragged my swollen folds with him, pulled them back and forth with the weight of him, until my thighs were slick and soaked with my shame.

The bed creaked violently under us, the frame rocking with every slam of his hips. I sobbed into the pillow, overwhelmed, undone—but he didn’t slow. Not when he felt the knot thudding against my skin, teasing the inside of my thighs. Not when he felt me tremble.

“You hear that?” he growled.“That’s your greedy little slit drooling for my knot. Filthy little whore. Can’t even take a hard fuck without begging for more.”

My insides fluttered, clinging to him, proving him right.

He reached back, spreading my cheeks. My breath hitched.

“Look at this cunt. Sucking me in like it’s starving. And you think you’ll ever escape me? Never again. I’ll keep you stuffed and knotted until your belly swells.”

I cried out as he forced my thighs apart, just barely, just enough—and then he slammed back inside, knocking the breath from my lungs. I felt the knot again, slick and swollen, battering at my opening.

I lifted my hips in a daze, desperate, broken open by the need.

He growled behind me.

“Good girl.”

Then he drove forward—and it happened.

His knot breached me. Stretched me wide. Locked me. I screamed as the heat tore through me, blinding, glorious, unbearable and divine. My cunt clenched violently around the thick mass, my whole body pulsing as I shattered around him.

Somewhere in the haze, I heard him roar. Dull, distant. Irrelevant.

All I knew was fullness. Finally, full again.

Heat between our bodies. The bond dancing in my chest.

And the slow, glorious flood of him emptying inside me.

If this was his method of punishment, I might need to escape again.

Chapter 23

Vargr

The bond thrummed between us. What was once frayed and dull now pulsed with strength—with her, but we were still misaligned. It was not complete. Her resistance was a formidable force, unlike any I’d known.

She won’t go anywhere if we keep her belly heavy with pups, Sköll growled, but there was no anger beneath his growl.

Her cunt clenched, milking more seed from my cock.

It would be no chore to keep her belly full.