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This time, when Klaus came, his back arched into a beautiful high curve off the bed, his head rearing back as he cried out. Hands clutched fistfuls of the bed sheets and twisted. The white glow of his eyes shone so brightly for a few seconds that they cast a haze over the room. His cock bucked in the air between us in time with each heavy spurt of cum that arced onto his chest and belly. Around my tunnelling cock, his rim flexed and clenched and spasmed rhythmically. Fresh slick drenched my prick and mixed with the semen already coating his insides, getting forced out of him by my thrusts to drip from my balls. The sound of it was lurid. Obscene. It made my hips lock up and my dick buck aggressively inside him as I shot so hard a stab of pain pierced my lower belly.

Not a single part of me cared. I hadn’t even finished coming and I was already desperate to do it again.

Chapter 40

Horn Play

Klaus

There was a very good chance that we were going to fuck ourselves to death.

This was nothing like my last heat. Nothing. That was probably because I’d wanted Brian more than I’d ever wanted anyone in my life even before my heat had started, but now I was completely and utterly insatiable. I couldn’t get enough of him. The moment his dick left my body, I wanted it back in. I whined and writhed restlessly on the bed until he sank back inside me. I would turn onto my front and go on all fours if he didn’t move fast enough, curving my spine and lifting my ass, presenting myself to him. I would scramble up onto my knees and rub myself against him like a cat, my hands roaming, reaching between his legs to cup his heavy sac and squeeze, fingers drifting back further to stroke his hole as it clenched and he growled and shuddered in reaction. It never took him long to pin me back on his cock after that.

But mainly, I was pretty sure that this heat felt so different from my first because I was desperately, hopelessly in love with him. I’d stopped trying to pretend it wasn’t that at some point over the last twenty-four hours. The heat wouldn’t let me. I couldn’t fake my emotions when I was like this. Not even to myself.

I was so in love with him that I could barely stand it. Right now, in the throes of my heat, my body didn’t feel complete without him in it. I hadn’t exactly let him rest or have a break yet, but he didn’t want to anyway. He was as bad as I was. His cock wasn’t softening after orgasm, and neither was mine. We both stayed hard and swollen, our bodies primed for the next round. My hole was incapable of closing completely when he pulled out. His cock had stretched me until I stayed open for him, ready for his knot to sink back inside. But from the way he would shudder and snarl into my neck while he was fucking me, I was still tight around his dick. And he still shook uncontrollably and let out an anguished groan when my body demanded that extra release from him, like he was being tortured but loving it.

Brian’s bedroom had grown dark at some point, but I wasn’t sure how long ago that had been. I also had no idea what time it was now. I only knew that we hadn’t left the bed since he’d placed me on it earlier. The sheets beneath me were damp with sweat and cum. The air surrounding us was thick and syrupy with my pheromones, enveloping us in a haze. I had already absorbed so much energy, my body greedy and starved for it after so long with so little, that I felt drunk. Woozy with lust. Loopy from the endorphins. My words were slurred whenever I spoke to Brian, to demand he get back inside me, and he didn’t seem capable of speaking at all anymore. The light in his eyes was wild, almost crazed. He hadn’t been kidding when he’d warned me that he would lose it.

I loved it.

I happily let him do whatever he wanted to me. And what he seemed to want to do to me—what his rut-addled hindbrain seemed specifically focused on—was worshipping me. His big, clawed hands would skim over every inch of me reverently before he followed suit with his tongue. He kept rubbing his muzzle all over my inner thighs and belly and neck and arms, scent-marking me almost obsessively. He would whine and wrap his arms around me and crush me to his chest, cradling my entire body to his as he rocked inside me.

At one point, while rutting into me at a slightly less manic pace, he dragged his flat, wide tongue up the length of one of my horns. I cried out and shuddered hard, my hips jerking into his in reaction and my hands clamping down on his ass cheeks, claws digging in.

I babbled nonsense, barely able to get the words out, and eventually managed a pleading “Again.”

He licked again, from the root of my horn, buried in my hair, to the pointed tip. Cum squirted from my cock in reaction as an even louder, more desperate moan left me. He licked again, slower this time, then shifted his head to the left to do the same to the other horn. Every lick added another line of cum to my quivering belly. I couldn’t stop. The intensity of it made me sob, tears dripping from the corners of my eyes and running down my temples into my hair, making my ears feel damp and hot.

I pressed my face to Brian’s chest, shuddering uncontrollably with each spurt of cum that left my cock in the longest, slowest, most drawn-out orgasm in history. My stomach muscles were screaming in protest from clenching up for so long. My toes were curled so hard they cramped and locked up. As I sobbed in pleasure, my lips brushed a thick pec, covered in that suede-like fur on his chest. I bit down, sinking my teeth into supple muscle, as my orgasm finally crescendoed and I seized up so hard it felt like something might snap.

Brian’s hips twitched, then jerked. A shuddery snarl rumbled from his chest, making his teeth click against my horn before his neck arched in a rush and he howled. His cock twitched inside me, flexing with each jet of cum, his knot swelling back up. It was a sensation I was already addicted to, and I moaned drowsily at the feel of it yet again.

As soon as he was able to pull out, he shifted down my body to lick up all the cum on my cock and stomach. I’d already noticed that he wasn’t going near my hole with his tongue, and I thought I knew why: he didn’t want to remove any of his cum from there. He wanted it all to stay, to coat my insides and be absorbed deep into my body.

So did I.

This time, once we’d collapsed together into a heap, both of us trying to catch our breath, some of my body’s other needs started creeping in. I wasn’t pleased about it, but when my stomach rumbled loudly and tightened in hunger, Brian’s head popped up. Determination replaced some of the wildness in his eyes.

“Food,” he grunted, then lapped at my neck and collarbone before heaving himself off my body and the bed with a tired groan.

I propped myself up on my elbows, my arms shaking from the effort. “I can—”

“No.” His voice was nothing more than a low, rough growl. “I’ll get.”

With that, he prowled from the room as if he was about to hunt down some live prey for my dinner, not grab me a snack from the kitchen. The moment he was gone, I whimpered, then clapped a hand over my mouth to stop it from happening again. I wanted him back here with me immediately, but Brian needed to eat too, and if he heard me, he’d be back inside me in seconds.

My eyelids fluttered at the thought. One of my hands started creeping down my body, intent on reaching between my legs to feel how slick and swollen my hole was. I wanted to feel the remnants of him inside me while he was gone.

Instead, I forced myself to sit up and almost immediately flopped down again, my head spinning like I’d just downed several shots in a row. I managed to crawl to the end of the bed and reach for my ruined pants, fishing my phone out of the pocket. My hands trembled wildly as I first texted Nat so he knew I was safe after I’d just vanished from the community centre earlier, then my aunt to delicately let her know I was in heat and wouldn’t be able to come into work this week. She replied quickly and told me it was absolutely fine and Louis could cover my shifts.

When I checked the time on my phone, it was nearing midnight. I was simultaneously drained and wired. I hadn’t slept for… around thirty-six hours. Did that mean I was going to start hallucinating soon? I was pretty sure some freaky stuff happened when you were that sleep-deprived.

After we eat, we can have a quick nap, I told myself, determined to believe it. We’ve fucked so many times; surely our bodies will give us a break for an hour or two so we can recharge.

Yes, that sounded like a great plan. A few hours of sleep, then we could keep fucking. I didn’t need that much sleep anyway, but I was definitely flagging now. Just because we were descending into the madness of this heat-rut combo didn’t mean we would stop being responsible adults who took care of all our basic bodily needs.

By the time Brian got back into the room carrying a plate of food for me, I was practically vibrating out of my skin. So was he. His eyes were wild again, gleaming like a hungry predator’s the moment they locked on me. His cock jutted between his hips obscenely, huge and red and dripping. He dropped the plate on the end of the bed and crawled up the mattress, back between the thighs I was eagerly spreading for him. Huge hands hooked behind my knees and folded me in half. The tapered tip of his cock found my hole and slipped inside so easily, rocking in and out a few times in teasing little thrusts until I whimpered his name. His upper lip peeled back from his teeth, those sharp fangs gleaming in the moonlight streaming through the window. His hips rolled, plunging the rest of his cock inside me.