Page 115 of Feral

“Answer me,” he growled.

“Y-yes…yes, I want the beast.”

His jaws snapped onto my matting mark, harder than the last time and a shock wave of heat coursed through me just before he plunged three fingers into me. This was no gentle exploration, no attempt at finesse. He pumped hard and fast, as his jaws stayed locked on my flesh. Somewhere, someone was screaming in fearsome pleasure, the cries echoing off the walls.

It took me a while to realize that it was me. And when I did, I let go of every inhibition that had ever told me it was wrong to want this. I was utterly exposed and laid out under the night sky like an ancient sacrifice, given to the beast to sate his hunger. It was base and profane, darkly sexual, and I embraced it all.

Fraser’s thumb worked my clit with a brutal expertise as his fingers kept up their divine pace. But each time he brought me to the pinnacle of ecstasy, he backed off, never letting me go over the edge.

He did that over and over. Winding me up, only to leave me tight and aching with unfulfilled need.

“Please,” I sobbed as he began again. “Please, let me come.”

Fraser at last released my mating mark and instead sank his teeth into my inner thigh and I jumped with the sudden sharp sensation. He bit my thighs and hips as if he would devour me. Just when I reached the place where he had left me in agony before, Fraser kept going, pushing me over that cliff. Sparks went off behind my eyes, toes curling on the cold ground as he wrung every last bit out of me.

When I was weeping, trembling with the aftershocks of what he’d done, Fraser sat up and tore his kilt off, tossing it to the side. A white line of precum trickled from his pink head down one side of his cock, the crown itself covered in a glistening white coating. Still holding my hands, he began to pump himself as I watched. I don’t know how, but he seemed larger tonight, the veins on his cock more prominent, his knot bigger than before. There was no fear of not being able to take him; all I knew was a soul deep hunger to feel him stretching my walls to the point of pain, to feel him ravish me as he took his pleasure from my body. The dregs of my orgasm were still warming my insides, but I was craving more. I wanted him to claim me with every wild instinct he possessed, to taste fear on the edge of the pleasure he was pounding into me. Just the thought of it had me bringing my thighs together to get any kind of sensation on my aching cunt, until he separated my legs with his knees.

“I’ll have yer next release on my cock, nowhere else. Yer mine.”

“I’m yours,” I agreed.

He brought the head of his cock to my slick folds and ran it up and down, toying with me just because he could.

“Again,” he demanded.

“I’m yours.”

The head breached my opening and I gasped in anticipation.

“Again,” his burr so rough, so deep that it sent a tremble through me.

“I’m yours.”

He slid half way in and my back bowed off the ground. Yes, he was definitely bigger tonight, a pinch of discomfort blooming alongside the most erotic moment of my life.

“I’m yours,” I whimpered.

One more brutal thrust and he was seated completely inside of me. I was so impossibly full, my walls stretched and tight around him. His entire body was shaking as he held himself still above me, his fur rippled like a stormy sea and his tail was sticking straight out. Fraser’s chest heaved as he stared at me, his pupils wide as his breath huffed out of his open mouth, hot and damp on my face.

He was trying to be careful, to check in, but it was a terrible effort to fight what his nature wanted from him right now.

“Please, Fraser,” I swirled my hips slightly, his knot rubbing against me.

I was so over-sensitized that I groaned and rolled my head back. I’d only intended to let him know it was okay, but he’d tormented me into a frenzy that nothing seemed to satisfy and my body was crying out for more. I writhed against him, my pleas echoing in the chilled air.

The hand that wasn’t holding my wrists, slammed down on my hip, pinning me in place. I whimpered and cried, begging him once again.

Fraser withdrew so slow that I felt every thick, hot inch of him as he rubbed against my inner walls. He was nearly all the way out when he thrust hard back into me, his knot barely breaching me. I stared down in shock and back up at him. That’s when I realized just how gentle he’d been with me last night. That had been a restrained coupling, a mere sample of what he’d kept caged within him. And I wanted him to unleash that monster. I wanted his darkness, his wild lust. I wanted everything he had to give because I’d hungered for this all my life and Fraser was the only one who could give it to me.

I nodded at him, hoping he could see the longing in my eyes.

He bared his teeth at me, and a raspy growl rolled up from his throat, eyes smoldering and feral. Before I knew what was happening, Fraser had pulled out of me, flipped me onto my stomach and hiked my ass up into the air. With one hand tangled in my hair, he pressed my cheek against the soft grass and jerked my legs wide with his other. Cold air washed over my most vulnerable places and it was all the more exciting to know that anyone could walk into this garden and catch us performing scenes from my most illicit fantasies. I moaned at the thought, my ass wiggling in a silent plea to fill me, to fuck me, to fulfill my obscene desires at last.

Fraser’s husky laugh filled my ears, his tongue lashed out around the shell of it and I gasped.

“Ya want the beast, don’t ya?”

“Yes, please.”

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