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My fingers plunge into her, curling just right, and I suck on her clit like a man dying of thirst. She comes again, shaking, body spasming as I hold her down and drink her in. Every moan is another crack in my self-control and when I finally crawl back up her body, her chest is heaving, her skin dewy and glowing, and her lips part on a whisper.
“You… have to shift.”
I freeze.
“I can’t, Cas. I…I can’t do that.”
Her fingers trail over my cheek, and she looks at me like I’m not a monster at all.
“Please…” she says, “Give me all of you.”
And it’s that look that is so soft, full of fire and devotion and zero fear, that finally breaks me.
I nod once. And I let go. Bones snap. Skin stretches. A low, guttural sound tears from my throat as I shift, my body contorting into the beast that lives just beneath the surface.
And still she looks at me like I’m hers.
Because I am.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Cassidy
He’s changed. He’s no longer the man but the beast he keeps hidden. It’s fascinating how he can keep such a powerful thing tucked inside. It’s also a little upsetting that he feels like he has to.
Power thrums beneath every inch of him, his body massive and trembling with restraint. Fur covers muscle so thick it dwarfs me, his claws digging into the mattress on either side of my hips. His breath comes hot and heavy, fanning over my throat, humid and wild like he’s holding back a storm. But his eyes… his eyes stay soft. They stay Johnny.
He nudges into the crook of my neck, nuzzling there and lets out a sound; low, strained, almost like a sob. It shakes through him, through me, and I know in that moment this isn’t just desire. This is need. Bone-deep and soul-wired. The way hisbody trembles above me with restraint has me clenching and feeling empty without him deep inside me.
The fur along his back bristles, his chest rising and falling in uneven bursts. He noses along my jaw, breath hot, voice caught somewhere between a growl and a plea.
And when he breathes in, I feel it. A whimper, raw shaky and unmistakable. It breaks me open. I sink my hands into his fur, fingers curling tight against the heat of him. He’s soft in some places, rough in others; but warm all over. He shudders at my touch, groans low like he’s coming undone.
He’s pressing against my entrance again, but this time it’s bigger, thicker.
He moves slowly, like he’s terrified of hurting me. Each inch drags against my walls, stretching me open, filling me with careful, reverent pressure. My mouth drops open, breath caught between disbelief and aching, rising heat. My hips lift on instinct, welcoming the weight of him, chasing more.
He lets out another whimper. More desperate this time. I swear his body shakes with the effort of holding back, his claws carving deeper into the bed with each careful stroke. But I don’t want careful. I want him. All of him. So I dig into the fur at his waist and pull. Hard. A sound tears out of him, half-snarl, half-moan, and then he snaps. He slams into me with a force that knocks the breath from my lungs. And he doesn’t stop.
His thrusts are brutal, relentless, the sound of it obscene and perfect. I cry out, my body writhing beneath his, every inch of me singing with sensation. He buries his face in my throat, panting and snarling and whimpering between every thrust, like he’s been starved for this. For me.
His voice is broken now, breathless and shaking. “Fuck, you’re so tight, so perfect. I’m not going to last much longer baby.”
My head falls back against the pillow, mouth open in a silent gasp. He’s too big, too deep, but I want every inch.
My moans turn into cries, gasps, shouts, each one ripped straight from my chest. And he won’t stop watching me. Those burning eyes never leave mine, even as he snarls through clenched teeth, even as sweat drips down his furred chest. He watches me fall apart beneath him.
I come hard, clenching around him, legs shaking, vision blurred. But he keeps going, hips grinding faster, rougher. The slap of fur and skin fills the air, and I know he’s close. I can feel it.
“You’re mine,” he snarls, thrusting deeper.
“I’m yours,” I gasp. “All of me.” When I say the words, his face looks pained then, I feel it.
The knot. Thick and swollen and pushing against my entrance, trying to lock us together. My eyes fly open as he drives forward again, and the knot pushes inside with a stretch that burns and stuns and shatters me open all over again.
“Johnny—”
He growls, his body locking tight against mine. “Fuck—I’m—”
