Oh f**k. Oh f**k. He’s huge. He’s so f*****g deep. I can feel it. I can feel every thrust. I think he’s touching my cervix. I’m going to die. I’m going to come. I’m going to come so hard I bark or pass out or both. This is insane. This is—this is—
And then I felt it.
The knot.
Swollen. Hot. Stretching me.
Pushing against the entrance of my p***y like it was trying to force its way in and never come out.
I cried out.
Loud. Broken. Desperate.
And he didn’t stop.
He grabbed my hips tighter. Pulled me back into him. And shoved forward hard, slamming the growing base of his c**k against my entrance, trying to force that fat knot into a hole that wasn’t ready for it.
But I was ready.
My body didn’t know how to take it, but my soul did. My wolf did. My heat did.
I pushed back.
I screa
