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“Good girl.” I praise her as best I can in my feral state, noting how she clamps down, cinching on my cock oh so tightly.
The need to explode builds like a rising wave. A growl rattles from my chest, one that’s desire-filled and desperate. My eyes cross as I sink impossibly further and deeper into the sweetest pussy I’ve ever known in my life.
“Unngh!” she calls out in a low, throaty exclamation of pleasure.
My knot bulges the moment her pussy quivers, and I groan roughly. “Fuuuuuck. This perfect cunt,” I huff out against her neck as I begin to expand and fill her channel even more.
I’ve never experienced this ache, this need that only she can create in me. Never have I wanted to take and give the way I do with her. I want her body and soul, and I’ll fuck her down to her very bones until we’re both battered and bruised.
“Oh my god. It’s too much!” she cries, pushing at her stomach with a hand, as if she is so full she can’t tell where I stop once I’m seated fully inside her.
I bellow, roaring as something finally releases. Rope after rope of cum pulses from my cock, filling her sweet pussy. Her mewling cries hit a crescendo, and I know I have the perfect mate.
I grunt and jerk above her on my hands and knees, even as she continues to contract and tighten down on my knot. My release is slow, her heat making me come until my balls are emptied, and I shudder the entire time with my fur raised in excitement. I’ve never been able to fill another like this, and it’s my mate who is giving it to me. This heightened pleasure affects me deeply, shifting my entire axis of existence.
When I finally finish, I carefully lay us down on our sides with my arms around her middle. I’m stuck inside her and willbe for a little while. I lie there silently, taking a few moments to listen to her rapidly beating heart, like a hummingbird’s in flight. My own is just as fast, but louder.
The fact I could have lost this, lost her, due to my own stupidity and anger, has me holding her closer.
“I should never have said those things. I didn’t mean any of it,” I say into her glossy, chaotic locks, fully aware she can’t get away from me now, but knowing I need to make amends.
My heart sinks in my chest at how I spoke to her, at how devastated she looked. It’s something I never want to see again. I made her cry and shame hits me.
Her small hands clutch at my large, clawed ones, just as my knot finally releases.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I just didn’t know how, or what it all meant,” she says softly and gets the freedom to slip off me, then half-turns to me.
“Thank you,” I say as I hold the side of her face. “I’m not always going to say or do the right thing, and my emotions got the best of me this time. I’d like us to figure this out together, one step at a time.”
“So, I guess this means you don’t want me to leave?” she says, her tone full of snark.
My hands tighten around her, even though I know she won’t go anywhere, and a sweet smile crests across her lips.
“Gods, no.” I lean to kiss her gently by licking her lips, loving how her hands tighten on my fur so willingly, rather than being repulsed by me like this. “I love you, Whitley.”
“I love you too,” she murmurs, before giggling when I lick at her ear.
I move her in my arms, turning her over, and I’m unable to withhold a grin at the confusion on her face when her back hits the leaf-strewn dirt.
“What are you doing?”
“You didn’t think we were done, did you?” I ask, enjoying how her eyes widen as I lick across my muzzle in a teasing manner.
I’m going to take her all night until she can’t move without feeling exactly where I’ve been.
Chapter 37
Whitley Whitt
Witches get stitches.
A loud beeping wakes me,and I peek one eye open, groaning at the sound.Kill it with fire.
I pull my pillow over my head, trying to avoid the sounds of the fax machine, wishing it would stop. I sit up in Connor’s bed and find him blissfully unaware, still asleep, his mouth open on a soft snore. Warmth spreads in my chest at how carefree and at peace he finally seems to be, and at how gently he carried me to his room earlier from the woods, like I’m something precious to him.
I glance at the light peeking through the deep-blue folds of the window curtain. Daylight already? The machine beeps again, reminding me of how I now wish we stayed in my room instead, since my suite doesn’t come with fax capabilities.
The stupid thing is still going off.
