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“Don’t stop,” I rasped.

“Never,” he groaned.

I fell apart.

“I’m coming. Oh, I’m coming,” I cried, tears streaming as I watched his thick cock stab into me. Then–he glitched. Blinking, heart stuttering, I couldn’t be seeing this right. But it happened again. I wasn’t mistaken. The man who’d been fucking me–who’d worshipped me–morphed. His spine arched, claws ripping through skin, and I froze. My breath caught somewhere between a gasp and a moan, terror and wonder collided.

As his form twisted and expanded, my body heated, the fear only making me want him more. I couldn’t tear my eyes away. I knew he wasn’t human, but it wasn’t just this moment that I realized he wasn’t just a man. He was far more dangerous. Intoxicating. And still, I wanted him. All of him.

The furry two-legged creature above me now had a snout, furry ears, and a black coat that covered every inch of skin. And somehow, he grew inside of me. Pushing the limits, squishing my insides, and then he withdrew. Leaving me stretched, hollow, and arching.

Clawed hands flipped me so I was on all fours. My hands gave out and my face hit the chair as his massive cock slapped loudly against my ass. Looking over my shoulder, it wasn’t a wolf, but a mix of the two behind me. When the red moon first appeared, I’d seen a man shift, but he’d become a large wolf. This wasn’t that, but a wolfish beast. And it was now that I realized he hadn’t cum. I couldn’t remember what Dani said about the knot, but I saw a massive wolf earlier–not a two legged creature. She didn’t say anything about another form.

I couldn’t form another thought because he breached me. He was larger than anyone I had been with. Filling me, pushing deeper, until he was fully seated. His knot pressed at my entrance, my belly full, as saliva dripped down my cheek and pooled. I clawed at fabric as he pulled out of me, my body squeezed around air, but he didn’t leave me for long. In the next motion, he thrust his full length into me.

“Good little mate,” he growled. My eyes crossed as he pounded my thoroughly used pussy. I grabbed blindly at whatever I could. My body jerked forward as a hand wrapped around my throat, lifting so I had to arch back to look up at him. Even in this form he was beautiful. Glowing red eyes stared down at me. He dipped, and then his long red tongue lapped at my cheek. The chair moved with each thrust and then something happened—the bulge pushed against my pussy, but instead of just hitting it, it slid partially in. I shook my head.

“Yes. You’ll take my knot.” There was no arguing with him, but I couldn’t.

“I can’t!” I whined. His knot hit against my aching sex over and over again. Each time easing in a little more than the last.

“You can, and you will.” His grip on my neck was firm. He wasn’t letting me go. His gaze was locked on my face. And then there was nothing but pain.

“Hurts,” I sobbed.

Shlop.

My mouth fell open as my vision blurred as I screamed. It was inside me. It was impossible, but I’d taken it—his knot. But he didn’t give me time to adjust. There was no adjusting to this.

“Perfect. So perfect. You’ve done it, Lila.” Grayson kissed my tears as he slowly fucked me. I was filled to the brink of breaking. His knot moved within me ads his thrusts picked up. I didn’t know how I hadn’t passed out. I was so full. The pain ebbed. It was still there, but as he picked up speed, pleasure built low in my belly. He released my neck and I dropped. My face flush against the material as he lowered his chest to my back. His hips rocked and then I felt his knot expanding. Pain erupted along my neck as canines tore through flesh.

Unbelievably full, he fucked me harder and I clawed, cried, begged as my orgasm tore through me. My legs shook, my back arched, and stars danced across my vision as Grayson locked me in, his knot so large he could no longer move inside me. His cock buried deep within me as he came. Heat warmed my belly as splash after splash of his seed filled any remaining space. Canines slid out of my neck and his wet tongue lapped at where he’d bitten.

Something hit my chest and grew as he lifted me. Moving back so that I was cradled in his arms. He grabbed a blanket and covered me. I don’t know where it came from, but I was too far gone to care. My eyes were drifting as my head lolled against his soft, furry chest.

“You took me so well, Lila,” he praised. My body twitched as he continued pumping into me. My lashes fluttered closed, but not before the gentlest of touches ran through my hair.

Chapter 16

Grayson

Mine.

All fucking mine.

Chapter 17

Lila

An overwhelming heat encompassed me, pulling me from sleep. Sometime after I’d blacked out, we’d moved from the backyard to his room. Sunlight slanted through floor-to-ceiling windows, streaks of gold dashed across the sheets tangled around my legs. The room, no, the world was filled with a silence that either came after or before something big—like a life changing event. My gaze locked on the massive arm hanging over my waist. Trailing up his chiseled torso to the wide shoulders, I tilted my head back and looked into the sleeping face of my… mate.

I flinched. My body was deliciously sore. The events of last night replayed and my face heated. Grayson’s scent lingered in the air and mixed with something darker, more primal. I pulled the sheet tighter around me before realizing I wore one of his shirts—the soft material hanging off my shoulder, unbuttoned, leaving me exposed.Was that all a dream? Am I still dreaming?The mark on my neck throbbed, heat curling under my skin like a burning reminder. My fingers brushed it.

It was real.

That really happened.

Grayson claimed me as his mate.

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