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Growling, the mid shift beast in front of me was still half man and half beast, but all Max. Ripped abdominal muscles, big strong arms, his hands looked like they were in transition, just like his face, and feet, and other parts.

I was on edge, feeling like I couldn't hold it in any longer, but knowing I had to wait for him to grant me permission to let go. I don't honestly know what that means because I could end up cumming or peeing or anything at this point. My body was wound tight and only he held the power to allow me to relax.

"Your mine and mine alone now, little mate." Each word he said made my stomach knot. Each punctuation hitting me again and again. It was deliciously torturous. A raw nerve being touched again and again sending bolts of lightening through my body wasn't just like a tongue flicking my clit kind of pleasure, but also like overloading my senses. A pain unlike anything I knew.

All the sudden Max jumped up with such inertia that I started to fall onto my bac