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Thrusting, pounding, fucking her. Fast, hard, unapologetic. Chasing his own pleasure as Chee cried and scratched his back. Her legs locked around him. He wasn’t sure if she was trying to get him closer or stop him from moving, but he couldn’t stop, and he couldn’t get deeper.

This…

It was like he had been waiting his entire life for this. Searching desperately for this feeling. A painful pleasure that burned away everything in its wake. A cleansing ecstasy that purified him of all the darkness that lingered in his soul.

His female wrapped around him, clinging to him so tight. The vice grip of her cunt, squeezing his cock so much it hurt. But in the best way. He needed more of it.

Grabbing her by the ass, using both hands, he canted her hips up. Really folding her over. Opening her up to the onslaught of his thrusts.

She screamed. She squealed. She thrashed. Like she was also bordering right there between agony and ecstasy. It was beautiful to witness. Enchanting.

His mate, in his bed, taking his cock.

Full of his seed.

That final thought drove him over as he slammed as deep as he could. Filling her with his knot. Chee’s eyes widened and her voice broke, unable to even scream anymore, as it expanded inside her. Plugging her greedy, clenching little hole as he pumped her full.

Trove grunted, mind gone, body tense and tight. He could feel it. The pulsing of his sack. The pumping of his release into her. The electric shooting of his release burning up his spine. Even better than it had been when it had been in her mouth.

Free. Untainted. Pure and perfect.

Trove collapsing over her all at once. Like all of his strength had been sapped out of him, drained away in a single instant.

He only kept as much of his weight off her as he needed to not crush her. Otherwise, he pressed her into the bed, breathing hard as his cock and knot continued to pulse. The engorged flesh would remain hard, plugging her up, until he pulled out.

And he couldn’t think of a single reason that he’d ever need to pull out.

Chapter 48

Chee

The gentle rushing of Trove’s breathing, the triple beat of his heart, comforted Chee as she gently ran her fingertips up and down his back. The delicious hum of pleasure continued to thrum through her body, no longer a sharp, harsh ecstasy, but a low, simmering contentment that kept her limp and languid, a soft smile on her face.

Trove was heavy, but she loved the feeling of his body weighing her down. Besides the slow rise and fall of his chest, he wasn’t moving. Slightly angled to the side, he didn’t have his full weight crushing her down, but the warmth and comfort of the heavy embrace was making her sleepy.

Her thighs were starting to hurt from being spread so far for so long, but no part of her actually wanted to move. The fullness of him inside her, the strange but wonderful pressure at her entrance, was incredible.

She didn’t know about Trove’s knot, though she realized what must be happening some time after he had already filled her completely. She knew how dogs mated, she knew what a knot was. She hadn’t been expecting one to suddenly fill her, but she didn’t hate it.

What she didn’t know was how long he was going to be hard like this, or if it would be safe to pull away from him. So, she just laid there, enjoying the pressure, the warmth, of him inside her. There was no pressing need to move.

At least, until her bladder began to complain.

She tried to ignore it. She never wanted this moment to end. She never wanted to separate from her mate – and there was no doubt in her mind that this was her mate. She’d never felt so… complete before.

That was the best way she could describe it. As if, for her entire life, she had become so used to being only most of a person, completely unaware that she was missing something. But now that it was back, now that she was whole, she couldn’t imagine how she had ever survived before.

If she moved, she might lose that feeling. She might be incomplete again. And that was suddenly the worst thing she could imagine.

But damn it, she really had to pee, and her bladder was very determinedly sucking away her contentment in this moment to remind her she had yet to attend to it.

She was trying to remain still, but it was hard with her entire pelvis yelling at her. And the pressure of Trove’s knot definitely didn’t help.

Despite her best attempts, she couldn’t keep from squirming. She tried to do it slowly, only so much as she could to decrease the pressure on her bladder. However, though he looked to be totally comatose, Trove noticed immediately.

He lifted his upper body and turned to look at her.

“Are you okay?” He asked.