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Her pussy enticed him, drawing him inside her hot channel, sucking at his cock until he was damn near lost and damn near destroyed. He throttled her with long and deep strokes, ramming his shaft inside her with thrust after thrust after thrust.
Ah mercy! This was damn sure the best fuck he’d ever enjoyed in his life and yet he couldn’t give either of them credit for mobility.
Then again, she’d made confinement work for them.
Her voice resonated in his eardrums as her soft moans made him hornier still. He dug his fingernails into her hips and hauled her forward then pushed her back, keeping her body close so he could swipe those aroused nipples, nuzzle her breasts, and just fuck the hell out of her.
“Blaez!” Her pussy convulsed around him and he was thanking his lucky stars she had finally found her pleasure.
His cock jutted and his release shot through the tip. And maybe when they’d first started this round of good loving, perhaps when she’d first seated herself on his cock, maybe then he’d meant to pull out, but as her sweet whimpers filled his crazy head, he didn’t have as much damned control as he’d once thought.
His cum splashed from his cockhead and he jerked her to him, burying his seed deep inside her and praying right then for conception, for the ability to impregnate the mate he planned to hold, love, and cherish for the rest of his natural life.
* * * *
“So we’re out here fighting for our lives and you’re in the closet fucking?”
Randon smirked at Kurt and he immediately read through the obvious. “You were doing the same?” He stalked across the room and opened the door. Shaking his finger at the darkness, he asked, “Do you have any idea what’s happened here?”
“They don’t care,” Bart said, evidently angry.
“I didn’t ask you, Barf.”
“Bart.”
“It doesn’t matter,” Kurt said, shifting his gaze from Blaez to Kurt and finally settling on Blaez. After all, he was the guilty party, the one who couldn’t keep his damned prick in his pants.
“I’m glad he fucked her,” Marcus said, butting his hips up against the only desk left intact. “We need to mate with her as soon as possible.”
“Mate with her?”
Kurt scowled. “Don’t you have somewhere you need to be?”
“I should probably be protecting my ex, seeing as all of you seem to have same or similar ideas.”
“Oh you mean about fucking her?” Kurt asked, ready to devil him and tease her. “You got that right.”
Suzette blushed and dropped her head.
Ever since the walls had started coming down, Kurt had been as horny as a young man in a house of prostitutes.
“Don’t hold back on my account,” Bart said.
“Like. I. Said. Don’t you have somewhere you need to be?”
Bart exited the office and Blaine followed him, shooting Blaez and Randon a glare before he walked out. Even with her ex out of the room, Suzette still acted nervous. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other.
After a moment of silence, Pageant said, “It’s not as bad as they make it sound.”
“She knows,” Blaez said, giving Suzette a heated look.
“No. I don’t think she fully understands,” Randon said, pointing at her neck. “You didn’t bite her.”
“What?” Her voice hit a high octave and she stared at Kurt as if he held and guarded all the answers. “No one mentioned anything about biting. I thought you were werewolves, not vampires.”
“We are,” Kurt said, thinking if he’d been the one behind the closed door, he would’ve finished the mating. He wouldn’t have let time pass without mating properly with the woman he was meant to share, love, and protect.
“There’s only one way they can be assured of your safety,” Pageant explained.
