Page 296 of Pucking Feral: Part Two

The second one.

"Oh, fuck."

The third makes my head drop forward against his collarbone. I'm mewling desperately now. His hands grip my hips hard enough I'll have bruises shaped like his fingers tomorrow. and I can't wait to show them off.

"More," I manage.

He pushes deeper. The controlled, shaking restraint in his arms tells me he's fighting every instinct to slam home.

Each barbell bumps against the spot inside me, one after another, each building on the last. My thighs tremble violently on either side of his hips and my hands can't stay still, sliding from his shoulders to his hair to his jaw and back again.

"Val… Val…"

He slides in all the way to the edge of his swollen knot and we both stop breathing.

He's so deep my lower spine is prickling. His cock twitches inside me and the metal shifts against my walls, making my back bow, a strangled whine tearing from my throat.

"Move," I beg.

He pulls out slowly, every single barbell dragging along my spot on the way, and I hear my own cries echoing off the cave walls before I register I'm the one making the noises and not some wild animal in the forest.

He thrusts back in.

"FUCK!" I cry.

His mouth finds my throat, teeth scraping again without breaking skin, then clamping. The combination of his bite pressure and the metal bumping inside me sends electric shocks up and down my spine with every hard, desperate stroke.

I grab his face and force him to look at me.

His silver eyes are wild, his lashes wet, hair plastered across his sharp flushed cheekbones. Every wall is down.

I kiss him. Or try, with him thrusting into me and jarring my entire body.

He groans into my mouth, his hips snapping up harder, and I lock my ankles behind his back and ride him, the barbells making me gasp against his lips.

"Right there," I choke, nipping at his tongue as it plunges into my mouth. "Right there, Valek, please⁠—"

"Ivy," he rasps. He barely sounds human. "I'm…"

"I know." I already feel his knot stretching me wider with each thrust. My body clamps down around him automatically, pulling him deeper. "Give it to me."

His jaw clenches, the tendons in his neck straining beneath the scattered cigarette burns, and his thrusts slow but deepen, pushing his knot against my entrance.

I wrap both arms around his neck and hold on.

He rolls his hips once more, grinding the swell of his knot against me, and the pressure is enormous. My body fights it for one agonizing second before the stretch blooms into heat and his knot pops in with a sudden fullness that makes me fucking scream as he locks inside me.

I can't even think straight.

All I can think is knot knot knot, every barbell pressed against my walls at maximum depth, and all I can do is writhe on his cock. His pulse slams against my walls as he fills me. Or it's my pulse. I can't tell our heartbeats apart anymore.

I'm still coming undone when his teeth find my shoulder.

The bond opens like a door blown off its hinges.

And the cold rushes in.

There is no warmth inside Valek.