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When she stands naked before me, I rip off my own jeans to have nothing between us. I groan as the soft skin of her lush ass cradles my cock, pressing against the sensitive knot at the base of my cock. My hips jerk, my erection leaking seed onto her and making her moan as its aphrodisiac effect takes hold.

“What—ah! What is that?” Kayla’s hand reaches back, her fingers playing over the swollen base of my cock.

I grunt, hips snapping forward as pleasure goes through me.

“Oh, god! You have a knot! It’s huge.”

Wait until she feels it after I climax—it’s supposed to double in size. I growl, and more precum leaks from me.

“I need you, Shadow.” She shivers. “I need you now.”

There are no toys here, and with my fangs latched onto her throat, I don’t even have words. There’s only me and her and this primal need to take, to claim.

With every last bit of will I have left, I force my claws to retract. Then I reach around and glide my fingers over her clit. She’s already so wet it makes me groan. Kayla spreads her legs just enough, and my fingers plunge into her, stroking over that spot she loves as my thumb continues to caress her clit.

Little mews of want fall from her lips, and each needy rock of her body against my hand and cock only makes me crave her more. I slide a third finger into her, then the fourth, stretching and working her pussy to get her good and ready.

“Shadow!” Her muscles flutter around my hand as she screams, her whole body shaking.

My hand slides from her sweet depths, and I cup her stomach and pull her up onto her toes. My other fists my cock, rubbing the sensitive head along the slick heat of her folds. I growl, a rumbling sound of need and want.

She tilts her hips and pushes back against me, snapping the last thread of my restraint.

I plunge forward, burying myself in the tight, wet heat of her up to my knot. My eyes roll back in my head, and my jaw finally releases its hold on her neck. “Goddess, dirty girl,” I groan. “You feel so exquisite around my cock. Even better than I ever imagined.”

I thrust in and out of her, my knot hitting her clit, stretching her entrance a little bit more each time.

“Shadow. Oh god, Shadow.” She writhes, caught between me and the tree, rocked onto her toes with every thrust. “I need more.”

“Does that pretty little pussy need my knot? Do you need to be stuffed full, my dirty girl?”

Her head bobs a frantic yes, her body straining toward mine.

“Say it.” I bury my hand in Kayla’s hair, pulling her head and making her back arch. “Say you need my knot stuffing you full.”

She teeters on her toes, only my hands and cock keeping her upright. I love it. I love feeling her give me control of her big, strong body, knowing I’ll give her exactly what she needs.

“I need it,” she says in a breathy little sob. “I need you.”

My balls tighten, and I groan at the delicious feeling as she tightens around me. “Dirty girl. My delectable, amazing beauty.” I pound into her, Kayla taking more and more of my knot with each thrust.

“Going to stuff you so full. Going to give you exactly what you need.” I plunge forward, and my knot slips inside her in a wash of heat and pressure and sheer fucking ecstasy that almost sends me to my knees.

“Shadow!” Kayla wails as she shatters around me, her muscles clamping so tight I roar.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

Kayla

The world-shattering orgasm goes on and on as Shadow’s massive knot fills me, the sensation the most intense of my life. I hover on my toes, tingling warmth burning through my entire body, trembling and taut as a plucked string that keeps vibrating, the sweet, piercing note of pleasure refusing to fade.

“My dirty girl. You feel so amazing around my knot,” Shadow growls. The hand in my hair tightens, pulling my head to the side so he can run his fangs down my neck in a shiver of sensation. “Look at you, coming so sweetly on my cock.”

He pulls almost all the way out, then thrusts forward so strongly my whole body lifts until I wobble on my toes.

I brace my hands against the tree as best I can, pushing back into him, craving everything he’ll give me.

Over and over he pounds into me, until there’s nothing but the sound of his growls, the feel of fur as his hips slap against mybutt, the massive hand gripping my stomach, the claws buried in my hair.