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My knot. I’ve knotted inside her. My eyes roll back as sensation throttles me into the ether.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. This is incredible. She’s mine. She’s everything.
Her hands ball into fists and she’s ripping grass out by the roots as she reacts to the way this feels.
She shouts, “Holy shit! Holy fuck!”
Noises come from both of us as she tightens around me over and over while my dick throbs inside her impossibly tight, perfect channel.
My mind and body swim in a sea of euphoria. I want to crow with pride at the sounds I’m pulling from this gorgeous creature, loving how I have her trembling, reveling in what she feels from my knot, not to mention all I feel from it.
The vibrations in my knot slow, but the sensations deepen with a punch that feels absolutely incredible. She rises up on her knees and plants her hands ahead of us, rocking back into me, whipping back her thick mane of dark hair again so it’s trailing over one shoulder, exposing her neck. All of it. And it’s magnetic, drawing my mouth closer until my face is buried there, her scent flooding every cell in my body. It penetrates everything I know about myself while my eyes roll back, reacting to the best sensation of my life shunting up my spine and blooming like a mushroom cloud, detonating everything I have been and everything I will ever be.
A rough growl reverberates through my being while my teeth clamp her throat with my own mouth now. Not shifted. Fuck, this taste, this sensation, this woman. I’ve given her the mate mark, I’m coming inside her, and I’m riding a runaway train made of only instinct.
Shit. Blood.Herblood.
The monster isn’t just in me; I’ve become another sort of beast. I’ve mated without a word beyond a cuss. I’ve already come but my knot is pulsing out of control inside her and I don’t ever want it to fucking stop. Not to eat, sleep, nothing. I’d forfeit breath for this. I want this… this sensation with her… and it’s all I want for the rest of my life.
I know in normal mating circumstances I would fight to the death to have this. To keep it. And if I die tonight, at least I had this for a short time. A semi-sobering thought hits. If I die, who protects her? If I don’t, who protects her from the monster in me?
The sobriety lasts just a heartbeat because her blood on my tongue tastes so damn sweet.
Emotion rises in me because we’re now connected. I have something I’ve never had. Something I swore I didn’t want. Who wants to live in fear of hurting yet another being you care about? But this connection is surreal, unlike anything I could’ve fathomed. I feel her elation in and around me while she shudders.
She’s coming, whimpering a melody so sweet it’s a soundtrack of everything I’ve ever wanted but never dared to name. Because my body is making hers feel good.
I spill and spill inside her some more, holding her breasts in both hands, rolling her hard nipples with my thumbs and index fingers. Every hot spurt is more intense than the last, making megrunt and roar out noises I know I’ve never made in this form. The sensations slow and I imagine for a few heartbeats that I get to have her, keep her, treasure her, stare into those blue eyes as we get closer and closer, put my lips to hers, have her whimper my name into my mouth. Spend hours of every single day worshipping every inch of this body.
But the bliss of that quickly changes to stark fear. It’ll hurt her. I see her bloody, limp liketheywere all those years ago and now everything feels beyond wrong.
That too-familiar icy burn claws through the veins in my legs in slow motion while rapidly climbing and wrapping around me.
No. No, no, no.
Fuck! It’s coming back and though I have never known this monster in me, I feel a strange glimmer, something proprietary. Whether it’s my own proprietary need to claim Cicely and keep her safe or it’s the monster revealing a sliver of itself to me, I don’t know, but I’ve never been as afraid of it as I am right this minute.
My knot has locked us while I continue to come, my essence changing from hot to biting cold.
“Ah!” she cries out. “Holy shit!”
My vision blurs.
If the monster in me kills her, I will immediately point my deadliest weapon at my own head. I will bedone; no doubt in my mind. I’ll be done and I won’t get to join her in any sort of afterlife, won’t get to introduce her there to the people I loved and killed. Because either I’ll burn and writhe in the lake of fire until I’m nothing but rotted ash that still feels all my sins or else I’ll finally meet this monstrosity and spend eternity repeatedlybeing devoured by the hideous thing I am that takes beauty like this from the world.
I can’t have this. I have to protect her. From me.
Cold and rage bleed into this endless climax, the best of my life, and I roar out my rage so loud and for so long, she’s covering her ears, face buried into the grass. My knot mercifully releases her body abruptly so while I’m still half-cognizant, I bolt away, running for the river and diving in.
That magnetic force tries to coax me back, but I fight it. I fight it because her life depends on it. I don’t know if the monster in me swims, I don’t know if I can keep it from coming back and going after her, but the cool water brings some semblance of relief from the ice burn and has me feeling like I’m hanging onto my bodily functions.
I’m swimming across the river as fast as I can and it's exhausting me, but I need to get to the other side quickly, putting as much distance between me and her as I can before I shift, to give her a fighting chance.
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My huge, nude, muscled mate runs from me, diving into the river and swimming across it.
