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“Fuck, Princess, are you awake?” he rasped. “Your heat is driving me wild and I can’t keep back. Please let me sink into that slick.”

Dios mio, he was a dirty bastard.

I moaned again and pressed my fingers to my clit to gather some relief from the burning pain. When I touched myself, there was no relief, I thought I would orgasm easily as my pussy throbbed for a climax, but there was none to be had.

“Please,” I whimpered, fucking my hand. “I—I can’t get there.”

Locke let out a huff of excitement and pulled the covers away from my body. “Princess, you are just soaked. Let me help you.”

As I gazed up at him, I noticed a subtle widening of his nostrils, and a deepening darkness in his eyes.

“Yes,” I whispered, my voice barely a breath. “Help me, please.”

Locke smiled, a dark and predatory grin that sent a shiver down my spine. He spread my legs his hard length pressing against my damp core. His hands gripped my ankles and putthem over his shoulders. He drew up his cock, rubbed it against me, and coated himself in my slick arousal.

“I will,” he promised, his voice rough and commanding. “We both fucking need this.” He grabbed onto one of my breasts and pinched the nipple.

With a sudden force, he thrust into me, burying himself to the hilt in a single, powerful stroke. I gasped, my eyes wide as I felt his thickness stretch me open. He moved, a slow, deliberate rhythm that built in intensity with each deep thrust.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he growled, his eyes never leaving mine as he continued to pound into me. My body responded instinctively, my hips rising to meet his every thrust. The pleasurable pain from before now transformed into pure, unadulterated ecstasy.

“Yes,” I cried.

“You’re so damned tight,” he groaned, pulling out and thrusting back in with increasing speed. “I can feel your heat surrounding me, pulling me in deeper.”

And I could feel every inch of him. The rough, cold metal of the barbells scraping against my walls, creating a pleasure I haven’t felt before. All of this was just so—intense.

My body shook, and goosebumps rose on my skin when Locke continued to slap his hips against my body.

“That’s it, come. I will not make you hold in your orgasms, not when you are in heat.”

I shook my head and used my legs to push on Locke’s shoulders to get a better angle. He picked up the pace to jackhammer me.

I cried out and felt the pain leave my body as the orgasm took over. But it was only a quick relief because once the orgasm was over, the pain returned.

“Why does it hurt?” I cried, when Locke pulled out of my pussy.

“You need my knot,” he panted, a sheen of sweat glistened over his forehead. “And I’m going to give it to you. It will give you relief before we need to do it again.”

I let out a soft moan, my fingers expertly tracing their path back to my throbbing clit. With an urgent pace, I continued to rub myself—I couldn’t just lay there waiting.

“Damn, it’s so hot seeing you play with yourself like that.” Locke lowered his head and took a long tentative lick. I threw my head back and clamped my thick legs over his head. His claws raked down my thighs while he continued to bury himself into my pussy.

I orgasmed again and once I finished, with a quick movement, he rolled me onto my stomach and slapped my backside. I squealed at the sting while he pulled my ass and lined up his cock. “I’m going to knot you so many times in the next few days. You’re pussy is going to crave it.”

Gripping the sheets tightly, I could feel the texture of the fabric beneath my fingertips. I remembered his Lycan’s knot, and it was almost too much.

Locke rubbed my back and rested his hand on my hip. “It won’t be as big as in my lycan form, but it will still stretch you so good, Princess, trust me.”

His cock slipped inside easily, with my arousal continuing to drip, and I pushed myself toward him to get more.

“Fuck, like a glove. And so needy.”

“You’d be needy, too, if you were on fire,” I retort.

“Princess, you have no idea.” His fingers dug deeper into my ass with one hand and the other was on my shoulder. His cock went in and out of me; the bars on his Jacob’s ladder rubbed so nicely on my throbbing clit that I moaned like a dirty whore with how good it felt.

Timidly, I glanced back at him, my eyes wide with anticipation. “Please, Locke, do it.” I begged, my breaths coming in short, quick gasps. “Give me the relief I need.”

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