Page 60 of Below the Shadow of the City

“You want me to tell you how badly I want to be on my hands and knees while you fuck me and knot me? And how badly I want to hear you growl my name while you come?”

“Precisely,” he shakily inhales.

“Maybe I could show you how badly I want it? Since it seems like you have a pretty good idea already.”

“I think that could work for me.”

I flip over and plow my face into his pillows, burying my head in the cool cotton while my ass is upright. He palms each cheek, growling coming from his chest.

He stands and positions himself behind me. I hear swishing fabric sounds as his pants drop to the floor. I sense his heat behind me, and it’s so erotic to feel his presence without seeing him. Without his face in view, his growls are more feral, his claws are sharper, and his cock that's teasing my opening feels bigger.

Two fingers pet me from behind, stroking gently. We’d found workarounds for the whole claw thing, angles that work for us without him tearing my labia into ribbons. My head buries deeper into the pillow and I moan into the fabric. With his free hand, he reaches beneath me and massages my breast, all the while his cock drags along my slit.

It is almost too much, and the heat of my breathing into the pillow flushes my face as I weep for him. I shake and shudder and fall apart on his fingertips.

“There you are,” he marvels. “This perfect pussy, this perfect woman, all mine. What a fucking honor.” He glides into me, hot and thick and wonderful in every sense.

“Yes,” I weep into the pillow, “I’m yours. Maddox…”

“Say it again, louder. I don’t give a shit if my neighbors hear.”

“Maddox…” I say again, turning my face out from the pillow into the air, “I’m. All. Fucking. Yours.”

His thrusts into me are slow, but decisive. They serve as a reminder of his immense physical power over me and I don’t think I’ll ever get over how good he feels inside me. Each thrust of his is a punctuation to a sentence that doesn’t need to be said.

“Sigrid,” he grunts, “I’m about to lose it because of you.” His thrusting quickens.

“Come for me, Maddox. Come in me, p-please,” I moan. I feel his knot swell and he spills into me. He half-moans, half-roars when he comes, loud enough that it reverberates in my ear drums. I come alongside him, my knees buckle and he holds me upright.

“Fuck,” I cry out.

Maddox eases us onto our sides, his cock still firmly wedged within me.

“I really regret not being able to see your face right now,” he pants against me.

“I’ve been told this is the better of the views,” I laugh.

“Not true, because no one has seen your eyes grow wide or the droop of your lips when I ride you. And god, the way you get all starry eyed when you come is the hottest fucking thing.” My thighs clench and my walls close a little tighter around him. He readjusts and the knot grows bigger, placing a nearly painful amount of pressure on my insides. If we weren’t in this predicament I could just as well go for another round, and I grind myself against him to tease him and dispel some of my energy.

Maddox groans, “if you keep that up you’ll be stuck like this forever.” His muzzle brushes against the nape of my neck. The soap he uses has faded, and a masculine musk envelops my senses.

If I had to pick a way to be trapped for eternity, it certainly would be wrapped in the muscular, soft arms of Maddox. If the only thing I felt from this day forward was his body pressed against mine and the heaving of his chest, I’d die happy.

“I don’t think I mind that fate,” I say lazily. “I…really fucking love you, Maddox.” He pulls me closer and he lets his claws graze the dip of my waist, his lips graze my neck as he whispers ‘I love you’ over and over again.

He relaxes onto his side, fingertips tracing the curve of my arm. “I usually wouldn’t mind us being stuck like this either, but you do have that pumpkin pie in the fridge…”

I playfully swat at his hand. “You seriously are already thinking about food?”

“I worked up an appetite! It’s ok though, hearing you tell me you love me makes me feel fuller than any fancy pie could,” he laughs.

“That is so unbelievably corny,” I snort.

CHAPTER 25

His knot eventually shrinks enough for him to pull it from me with a pop. When his cock slides out, the mess of our tryst trickles between my thighs. I know I have to clean myself off, but Maddox wraps his arms around me and pulls himself close to my neck. Maddox’s teeth graze my skin in soft nibbles, satisfied moans and purrs vibrate against me. Now, after what has felt like an eternity, I turn to face him. He doesn’t seem to care to stop, tasting my sweaty, salty skin with fervor.

I track my hands across his body, smoothing down his rumpled fur. He’s sweaty too, collectively we’re warm and covered in fluids that under any other circumstance would make me completely appalled at the state of our bodies.