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“Oh my god.” It felt like I was going to burst at the seams. There was no way. I’d die if he moved.

But he did move, and I didn’t die. He pushed in his cock and pulled out his tail, then vice versa. It felt like he had to fight to move. My brain had short circuited and all I could do was hold on and feel.

“Fuck, yes,” he snarled. “Take me, Kitten. Take it all.”

He pressed into me again, and held his cock there as he filled me as much as he could with his tail. Then they moved together again, simultaneously in and out of me, making me cry out with blind pleasure. When he angled his body so that his pelvis hit my clit with every thrust I kept screaming, though no actual sound came from my throat.

The orgasm that tore through me had no ending. Maybe it was several joined together, and my body was unable to determine where one ended and the other began. I wondered if they would ever stop, or if I was destined to climax until I expired from sheer exhaustion.

Gunnar rutted into me like a wild beast. Somehow, he seemed to grow even larger and harder than before. He snarled against my neck as he came, filling me to the brim with jets of warm cum. I held onto him, our bodies shaking together.

I wondered how he was not a sweaty mess, then thought—what a strange thing to think about at a time like this. Everything felt surreal, like I would never come back down to Earth. I gazed up at his gray-green eyes. Did he feel the same way?

He lowered himself just enough to kiss my forehead, then he collapsed next to me, and pulled me into his arms.

And cuddled me.

Chapter 19

Gunnar

Weplayedhouseatthe cottage uninterrupted until Monday around noon, when we got a call from Grayson. Apparently, Lillian’s phone, which she’d left with my brothers, had been blowing up all morning from several international numbers, as well as one local one.

We’d been having so much fun I’d forgotten today was the day they’d said they would come to take her away.

There’d been no reason for her to bring her phone. The only people she wanted to hear from could go through me for the time being. Even her parents had my phone number now. So she’d left it behind so my brothers could keep an eye on the callers.

“The local number belongs to a woman named Holly.”

She frowned. “Why would Holly call me? I didn’t even know she had my number.”

“Who is she?”

“Former co-worker. We also went to college together. It’s strange she’d call. She never really talked to me unless it was to say something bitchy.”

“Well, she left a number where you could get back to her,” Grayson said. “The others were from that rich dude The White Claws sent to retrieve you, the same guy the two thugs met up with after failing to find you at your apartment on Friday.”

“What’s this?” Lillian asked. “I never knew about a third guy.”

I described the stuffy looking guy in the expensive suit from the video feed. “He was waiting in his Bentley out front.”

“A Bentley at my apartment building?” She sounded incredulous. “That’s not strange at all.”

“They probably had a look-awayspell,” Grayson said.

“It fooled me,” I admitted. “I didn’t see it there myself at first, and walked right by it. I guess he’s calling for Lillian?”

“Weeell.” Grayson drew out the word. “Yes and no.”

“Why else would they call?” Lillian asked.

“You might want to open your laptop and check the feed from our private elevator up to the penthouse,” was Grayson’s cryptic answer.

I’d brought my laptop along but was hoping I wouldn’t actually need to use it. I’d planned on spending however long we had at the cottage doing nothing with Lillian. A whole lot of uninterrupted doing nothing. Which was what we’d done so far.

I powered on the laptop and pulled up the elevator feed. There were two men inside, looking peeved and pounding on the door.

“It’s them!” Lillian exclaimed over my shoulder. “Those were the two at my door before.”

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