Page 116 of Feral

“Well, be careful what ya wish for.”

And with one violent pull of my hips, Fraser speared me sharply onto his cock. I screamed at the sudden painful stretch of him and he didn’t give me a chance to adjust to the new angle. I had begged for this, had made sure I would be irresistible to him, and now here I was, being mounted without mercy, his hips snapping forward at the same time he pulled me to him.

How many times alone in my room had I imagined this very thing? Had made myself come over and over to just this exact image?

But the fantasy was nothing compared to the reality of being rutted on the cold ground, of feeling the rasp of fur on my thighs, the bite of his claws on my skin, the grit of the earth under me as he pounded so hard that I moved against the grass and moss. I was fast becoming lost between reality and the fantasies I’d kept so deeply hidden. Pleasure wound around every tinge of pain, every bitter taste of fear and made it beautiful. But still, I was just beyond the release of it all and I began to cry, thinking I’d always be teetering on the edge.

Fraser reached between us, as if he knew how much I needed a release. His finger circled my clit, pressing hard and working it like he’d been doing it for years. Everything went bright, my body tight and hot, and Fraser began to piston his hips harder, spittle flew from his mouth and onto my back. With each brutal thrust, his knot crept more and more inside of me.

My groans grew louder and, mixed with the growls and snarls of the monster he’d kept leashed, and I was blessedly lost in it all. Just as his knot slipped into my channel, the delicious sensation of it expanding tore through me and broke me apart. I was distantly aware of my cries, so fractured and loud but I couldn’t care. I was coming apart around him as his knot pulsed and Fraser painted my cunt with his hot cum.

My orgasm was still going when Fraser pulled me back and onto his lap. I was facing out, his cock locked into me, and as he made little thrusts with his hips, the fingers of one hand were at my clit while the others pinched my nipples. It was all too much and I began to sob at the sheer volume of sensation. I had no idea if I was coming again or if I’d never finished, when Fraser raised his snout to the sky and let out a long howl. His knot was still inside of me, and he continued to fill me with his seed, though tiny trickles were running down my thighs and onto his lap. We panted as if we’d run a marathon, sweat dripped down my back and torso, cooling in the night air.

Slowly, Frasers fingers skated up to my stomach, his other hand to my throat where he held me like he had on the train. It was a possessive move, but it steadied me while I was still being tossed around by the aftershocks of my orgasm. I leaned into his touch, knowing I was safe but it wasn’t enough to overcome the fact that I felt everything to a degree that was halfway between exquisite and excruciating.

The soft skin of his chest and stomach.

The fur on his hands and thighs.

The flick of his tongue as he lapped up my tears.

The huff of his breath against my cheek.

The air on my bare breasts and stomach.

“Fraser,” I breathed, “Fraser.”

“I’m here,” he whispered. “I’m here, my beautiful mate. My one and only.”

His arms encircled me and we laid down on the same mound of grass we’d been fucking on just a moment before. He couldn’t withdraw from me yet, and the movement brought a fresh wave of friction to my clit. I whimpered and began to shake.

He wrapped his legs around me and dipped his head to rest on top of mine. I was completely engulfed in the warmth and softness of his body.

“Shhh…deep breaths. I’ve got ya.”

I focused on him, his chest rising and falling. My own breath coming in through my nose and out of my mouth. Slowly, by aching degrees, I came back down to earth. I could enjoy the feel of Fraser’s body against mine, the tight fit of his knot no longer overwhelming me.

“I took your knot,” I whispered.

“Ya did so good, my love.”

Pride bloomed in my chest at the praise. It was odd to want to please him so much, as if it were an imperative.

Perhaps that’s the mating bite. The need to please one another and…wait, did he just say…?

“Love?” I turned my head to look at him.

His mouth pressed little licks to my shoulder as he avoided my gaze.

“You don’t have to…”

“I love you too, Fraser.”

His eyes snapped to mine.

“Daphne, are ya sure?”

“I know it’s fast but…I don’t want to be without you. I just didn’t know if you would want that.”

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