Page 43 of The Longing

“Only for you,” he says.

I want to ask how he knows all of this, but it has to be the book, a book I’m clearly also going to have to read.

“And you’re going to kill me?”

“I’m going to mate you, Alice, and I’m going to make you scream.”

ALICE

Fenrother presses his mouth to my thigh, and I brace myself for the pain of his bite.

It doesn’t come. Instead there is a bloom of warmth within my pelvis which is significantly more pleasant. Fenrother lifts his head and stares down at my pussy.

“You are swelling for me,” he says. “I will be able to sheath my pizzle and make my emission.”

The way he looks, with an unbridled lust, sends shivers down my spine. No matter what this means, no matter what the outcome, I know I’m going to do it. I have no control, none whatsoever, not where this crazy, mixed up monster is concerned.

Fenrother has done so many things in the short time I’ve known him. Things which would be unforgivable for anyone but him. And yet his desire, his need, his want for me hasn’t changed, and in the here and now, he is waiting for me to let him loose.

The heat which blooms in my abdomen slides lower. There’s a throbbing, not unlike the cramps I’ve recently experienced but without any pain, and Fenrother’s nostrils flare.

But he doesn’t move.

There were no diagrams.

I reach up and tug on his shoulders, pulling him down over me before reaching down and down until I take hold of his cock.

Holy shit. It seems even bigger than I remember. The scales on it ripple in my hand in time with the throbbing in my blood. Fenrother groans as I take him in hand, his hips rocking as he thrusts himself further into my grip.

“I want to be inside you, Alice,” he rumbles.

His eyes open, and the spinning holographic irises have turned from the usual greens and pinks to fiery reds and oranges.

His body swirls as he hitches up, and his cock moves from my hand to my entrance, the head nudging at me. I feel the suction over my clit, and it’s my turn to release a guttural sound as it is so good.

So good there is a rush of moisture from me, a veritable slick of the stuff. I can’t stop it and I don’t want to. Fenrother flicks his hips forward, and it drives the head inside.

He releases a short, harsh breath and looks down at me before he lifts himself up on strong arms and drops his head.

“We are joined!” he exclaims, circling himself and sliding deeper, watching with wide eyes.

There’s even more fluid coming from me, easily lubricating his passage. Fenrother gazes down, his eyes entirely concentrated on where he is entering me. It’s all I can do to hold onto him as he stretches me wider and wider, the feeling of being full incredible. His scales create a friction which is overwhelming.

The entire experience is overwhelming for me, and for my Wyrm who is breathing heavily as he tears his eyes away and back to my face.

His hips swing again, and with a grunt, he is seated in me. I’m not sure I can move, impaled as I am on his enormous cock.

“I am within you, Alice,” Fenrother growls.

“You are within me.” I gasp out the words.

“I am going to breed you, little mate.” Fenrother withdraws and slides back inside me.

“I won’t break,” I say with a confidence I didn’t realise I had.

After all, he’s managed to get that huge thing inside me, somehow.

Fenrother releases a feral growl, one which tingles at me from the ends of my hair to the tips of my toes.

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