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He can’t say no to me. The steady, controlled movements become frantic, pounding, the thick of his cock filling me over and over, words of adoration and filth murmured in my ear. Another orgasm crashes into me. His cock gets even bigger and fuller, and—
My breath catches in my throat. “What— Koen?”
He kisses me, deep. Lovely. He’s not really moving anymore, just grinding inside me, trying to find a perfect spot, and the feeling of fullness becomes unbearable. I feel a tinge of alarm.Stop, I should say.Stop. It’s not normal. It’s too much.But it’s not. And Koen knows it.
“Take it.” He shoves deeper. “Be good and take my knot.”
“I— I don’t— ”
“Youdo. You were made for it. How could I ever think of fucking anyone else, when you take it so well?”
His cock starts jerking, and he holds me tighter, groaning against my gland something about his “perfect mate” and her “perfect, tight cunt” that almost sounds like poetry, and his orgasm lasts for . . . for minutes, I think. “That’s it,” he grits out. “That’s where my come goes.”
It’s perfect. I comb a hand through his hair and wrap my arms around him, feeling his heavy breaths reverberate through me, the sounds of his pleasure. Being filled up, witnessing him let go, it’s all so good, another orgasm crashes into me, so violent that everything goes blurry around the edges.
I stay there, spasming, holding tight, for a long time.
So long, I startle when he says, “I’m crushing you.” He rolls me on top of him, my breasts flattened against his ribs, and he’s still inside, still as hard as when we started. In fact . . .
I squirm. Shimmy my hips. Tug at whatever is happening down there, whatever is making it so that we can’t quite separate yet. It’s like he’s lodged inside me.Locked.
I test the connection, finding that it holds strong. The rational part of me says that I should be panicking, but my hindbrain is in charge at the moment, and it’s profoundly okay with what’s going on.
Instincts, Layla said. And one of them is to squeeze my internal muscles to make sure that there is no give.
“Fuck,” Koen swears, and he’s coming again, a short burst that has him driving his hips up into me, and he mumbles into me that “there’s no need,” that he’s “already fucking gone” over me, that I’m “so good,” it’s going to “destroy” him. So I do it again, just to watch the way the pleasure transforms his face, the tendons of his strong neck in relief as he arches back, his muscles tensing and releasing.
And once more, because he’slosing his mind, and I love it.
I could continue. Instead, I ask, “Koen?”
He’s too out of breath to reply, but he presses a kiss of acknowledgment against the crown of my hair.
“Please, don’t take this as a complaint.”
His hand was tracing my spine, but stops. “Did I hurt you?”
“Nothing like that. But I think I’m going to need a Were anatomy lesson before we . . . Actually, I think I’m gonna need it right now.”
His chin dips. He studies me to figure out whether I’m joking.
“Well,” he says at last. “Fuck.”
CHAPTER 34
One stolen moment. And another. And another.
ICANNOTBELIEVELAYLA DIDN’T MENTION IT!”
“She probably assumed you knew.” Koen smiles a little and keeps drumming his fingers on the curve of my hip. “Icertainly did.”
“This is mind-blowing. Does Lowe have one?”
He scowls. “I have not personally witnessed it, but— ”
“I didn’t mean . . . I’m not interested in my best friend’s husband’s penis. Or, I am, if she wants to, you know, talk about it because of issues they’re having. Say he was struggling with erectile dysfunction and Misery wanted to confide in me, I wouldn’t be like,I don’t care, shut up, but I also wouldn’t solicit nudes of Lowe— ”
“Serena.”
