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Blaylock’s fingers found my clit, rubbing it in tight circles, his claws lightly scraping my pussy lips, and I gave him what I needed again.

I shattered, another climax crashing over me like a tidal wave.

And the entire time, Blaylock kept coming, continuing to spill into me in hot, endless waves, his cock still hard as stone inside me. After long minutes, he collapsed on top of me, his breaths coming in ragged gasps, his hands resting on either side of my head, caging me in.

“Blaylock,” I whispered, my voice hoarse.

“Yes, little one?” He dragged the tip of his nose along the side of my neck.

“Never let me go.”

He pulled back, gently gripping my chin, and with the most serious voice and expression I’d seen him give me yet, he said fiercely, “Never.”

9

KATRINA

Iwas sated and relaxed, but the way Blaylock grinned told me he wasn’t done yet.

And I anticipated what he had planned.

His cock, still hard as stone, dripped from his orgasm, and I felt this aching, empty feeling. I was desperate for more, too.

“I’m not nearly done with you yet. My cock is hard and aching, and I need to fill you again until all I can smell is my seed on you.” His deep, rumbling voice cut through the hazy air. I inhaled deeply. The scent of exotic flowers and the glow of crystal veins pulsing beneath us seemed to have my body heightening all over again, as if he hadn’t just sent me over the edge.

“On your hands and knees, Katrina.” His command was low, primal, and it sent a shiver down my spine.

I didn’t hesitate. My body obeyed him before my mind could even process the words. I shifted so I was on my hands and knees on the mossy patch, my palms pressing into the cool, soft ground. The position had my ass popped out, and my pussy was no doubt on display.

I felt exposed, vulnerable, but I could feel the heat of his gaze raking over me like a physical touch.

His hands slid up my thighs, rough and possessive, his claws sharp but not breaking skin. I shuddered at the sensation. Blaylock kneaded the flesh of my ass, his fingers digging in just enough to make me moan and remind me I’d have bruises in the morning. He was being gentle, but even a monster couldn’t fully control his power and strength.

His warm breath traced along my ass a second before I felt him drag his tongue between my cheeks, licking my back hole. I shuddered, never imagining it could feel so… freeing and incredible.

He licked at me like he had with my pussy, until I was moaning and begging for his cock, rocking my ass against his mouth.

I arched my back, pressing myself into his touch, and he let out a growl that bordered on feral.

“You’re mine, Katrina,” he snarled, his voice dripping with raw hunger. “You’re my queen.” With one last lick to my anus, he straightened and got into position.

I didn’t argue. I couldn’t. I didn’t want to.

The tip of his cock brushed against my pussy opening so hard and hot it felt like it might burn through my skin. And when I felt the teasing, tickling sensation of that second appendage moving along my opening, I couldn’t hold back my low, needy moan.

I whimpered, pushing back against him, trying to guide him inside me. I needed him to shove that enormous dick back inside of me.

He laughed darkly, a sound that made my inner pussy muscles clench with feral desire.

“My impatient little bird,” he murmured, his hands gripping my hips tight. He teased me, brushing the tip of his cock against my entrance but not sliding in, coating himself with my juices.

I groaned, frustration rippling through me as I tried to push back against him, attempting to impale myself on his thick rod. But he held me still, his strength overwhelming.

“Blaylock—” I cried out, mewling and begging. He cut me off with a sharp slap to my ass, the sting making me cry out.

“Beg more,” he demanded, his voice rough and commanding as he popped the head of his cock inside of me—just at the entrance.

I didn’t need him to tell me twice. “Please, Blaylock. I need you inside of me.”

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