~Lyra~ I buried my face in the sheets, panting so hard my chest was heaving. Sweat was sticking to the fur on my stomach, my legs were still shaking, and I could feel his knot still slowly, painfully sliding out of me with a wet, embarrassing pop that made me whimper against the mattress. There was slick everywhere. All over my thighs. All over his sheets. Dripping in strings from between my legs like my cunt didn’t get the memo that this was a bad fucking time to be in afterglow mode. Tasha’s voice was still echoing up the stairs. She was yelling for her dad to come downstairs And me? I was tied to her dad thirty seconds ago. And the second that knot came out and the air hit my ruined, swollen cunt, I panicked. I looked back at Damon, my eyes wide, my heart slamming inside my chest like it was trying to escape through my ribs, and I said the dumbest fucking thing I’ve ever said in my life. “You know what?” I breathed. “Let’s just both go downstairs.” He blinked
~Lyra~ The second he lined up behind me, my legs nearly gave out. I was still in my wolf form, my tail lifted, my chest pressed into the bed, my whole body trembling from how hard I was trying to stay still. Damon was behind me, naked again, in his human body now—huge, covered in sweat, his cock throbbing and hard and dripping as it pressed right against my swollen, soaked entrance. I was panting. Literally panting like a wild animal. My tongue was hanging out. My paws were clawing at the sheets. My heat was so loud inside my head I could barely hear myself think. And I was narrating every single second of it in my own mind like I was giving a live sex commentary. Oh my God. He’s gonna do it. He’s actually going to fuck me in wolf form. I can feel it. He’s right there. His cock is so hot. I swear to the Moon, it’s pulsing. He hasn’t even pushed in and I already feel full. I’m so wet. I’m dripping. I think I left a stain on the bed. That’s so disgusting. He probably loves
~Lyra~Fuck,” he groaned, and oh my God, it wasn’t just a word. It was a sound. It was a growl. His voice cracked like it physically hurt him to hold it in, like if he didn’t get inside me right now he was going to lose his goddamn mind. “Look at you. You run.”And I swear—I swear—I froze.My ears twitched so hard I almost shook my whole head off. My breath caught right in the middle of my throat, like halfway between a gasp and a whimper and a full-on scream. And then it hit me. His voice. Inside my head.(You are the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen.)Oh my GOD.Not him saying that. Not him saying that while I was literally down on all fours, panting, dripping, fur soaked between my legs, and my tail high like a slut in heat. I swear my brain broke. Like physically snapped in half. His voice wasn’t just in my head. It was in my chest. In my belly. In my pussy. I could feel him everywhere.(I didn’t know a wolf could look like this. So soft. So fierce. So ready. Your fur i
Lyra “Run, kitten.” That’s what he said. That’s all he said. And just like that, I was gone. My entire body snapped into action like I had no control over it. One second I was staring at him, wide-eyed and soaking wet, my legs barely working because he had just finger-fucked my soul out of my body under a tree. The next second, I was shifting. Fur rushed over my skin like a second orgasm, my bones cracked, my teeth sharpened, and my paws slammed into the forest floor so hard I actually startled a few birds out of the trees. And then I ran. I didn’t look back. I couldn’t. My whole body was moving on pure adrenaline and filthy instinct. My tail was high, my chest was pounding, and my entire lower half was dripping so badly it actually made me stumble. I swear to the Moon Goddess, I felt my slick leaking down the inside of my thighs while I was running. Full-speed. In wolf form. Through the fucking woods. Which, I’m pretty sure, isn’t normal. And yet—somehow—it was e
I stopped breathing. Like literally just forgot how to exist. “What,” I croaked, and it wasn’t even a question. It was just air leaving my lungs in shock. “What the fuck did you just say?” His nose brushed mine. His hand moved again—just barely—just enough to make my cunt clench around his fingers like it wanted to keep them. “You heard me,” he said softly, like he was asking what I wanted for breakfast instead of offering to wreck me on four legs. “Do you want that, kitten? Do you want me to shift? Do you want me to fuck you in our true forms? No more clothes. No more words. Just raw instinct. Teeth. Fur. Knot.” My thighs clenched. Again. Hard. Painful. Because holy fucking hell, why did that sound hot? Why was I suddenly imagining myself on all fours, whining, begging, presenting for him like my wolf wanted to be filled so deep I couldn’t shift back? “That’s not fair,” I whispered, grinding into his palm like I’d lost my mind. “You can’t say that shit while you’ve
~Lyra~ I moaned. Loud. Filthy. Like I didn’t care if the entire forest heard me. Because it felt that good. My back arched off the tree. My thighs squeezed around his waist. And my cunt clenched again—hard—like my body was trying to take matters into its own hands and pull the orgasm out of me whether he allowed it or not. “You’re shaking,” he whispered, watching me like I was the most fascinating thing he’d ever seen. “You’re going to come from this, aren’t you? Just from my hands on your tits.” I nodded frantically. I couldn’t speak. I was grinding against him now. Openly. Desperately. The friction from my ruined panties and the thick bulge in his pants was everything. I was right there. My whole body was begging. Screaming. And he leaned in. And whispered— “Beg.” I sobbed. Actually sobbed. “Please, Daddy,” I cried, rocking harder, more frantic now. “Please touch me. Please make me come. I need it. I need your fingers. I need your cock. I’ll be good. I’