Chapter 44

Laura POV


I felt like unraveling. The hurt in my quim turned to something else: an up-fire, a vortex of pleasure, a chimney effect of heat. I followed the pleasure wherever it led. I had no weight, no name, no thoughts, and no history.

Then came a burst of phosphorescence, as though a firework had discharged behind my eyes, and it was over. For the first conscious moment of my life, my mind was free from wonder, worry, work, or puzzlement. Then, from the middle of that marvelous furred stillness, a thought took shape, took hold, and took over:

He put his head between my legs, nuzzling at first. His beard was a little rough on the insides of my thighs. Then, with his lips and then his tongue, he struck fire.

I had to cry out in astonishment and gratitude at being touched in the right place. Somehow, it always makes me grateful when a man finds the right place, maybe because when I was with Damian, he kept finding the wrong place, or a series of wrong places, or no place at all.

That strange feeling: gratitude and hunger. My hunger was being teased. It also felt like a punishment. I kept thinking of the word “thrum,” a cross between a throb and a hum. I saw a flame trying to catch it; I heard it. There was something I was after, something I was trying to achieve, and there was always the danger that I’d miss it, I wouldn’t find it, or I wouldn't get hold of it.

The terrible moment when you’re afraid you won’t, you’ll lose it, it won’t work, you won’t work, it is unworkable, and you are very, very desperate. At the same time, you want to stay in this place of desperation. . . At the same time, you’re saying to yourself, You’re almost there; you’re almost there, you can’t possibly lose it now; keep on,keep on a bit longer; you are nearly there,I know it; don’t give up; you cannot lose it. I thought of it before giving Frank full access to my body.

Then suddenly, you’re there. I groaned in pleasure as he finally thrust into me, the weight of his dickey being such a huge size that I could assume he was 10 inches, Frank. I winched, squeezing the bedspread. I felt the pleasure and hurtfulness. Damian is such an asshole. I smirked, as my feelings were gradually demoralizing.

We were moving purposefully into and against each other, but nothing seemed to be happening. Nothing was giving way. That thing that should’ve given way wasn’t doing it. I was holding the top of the bed, my eyes falling back into his eyelids, and we were trying to follow our desires, such as we understood them, and we could tell we were close to something, but we weren’t breaking through.

with his tongue, and him with his whole damp body, was struggling against some force inside that body and inside mine, stubbornly giving access to something we wanted.

I felt unsatisfied when he pulled out his dick, breathing so high that I lay like a helpless little puppy, feeling extremely exhausted.

Two fingers suddenly worked into me, and my eyes rolled back into my head. He began a steady rhythm as his tongue flickered over me, and I couldn’t prevent my hips from rising to meet his thrusts. Oh God, I was riding his hand, smothering his face with my sex. That had to be bad. I told myself to stop.

I couldn’t. Somehow, I found my hands tangled in his short hair. My body was coiled tighter, grasping at his fingers, so wet again now that I could hear the slippery sounds every time he drove back into her.”

You are mine,’ he grunts out, pumping into me the length and level of his brutal arousal. ‘Mine,’ he swears, as he releases my mouth and turns me around, pushing me forward as he yanks my legs back, one hand hard on my back, the other gripping my ass. He doesn’t slow the movement, giving a full and hard thrust. my breasts bouncing from up to down.

‘Kiss me, Laura,’ he whispered. He slips his lips against mine once before opening my mouth with his tongue. I moan and pull his body tightly against me. Skin to skin, we made it through, and I felt so satisfied.

He sucks on my lower lip. He runs his fingers through my hair. Then his hand is on my breast, his thumb on my nipple. No, not again; Frank, I'm tired, I screamed, trying to pull out, but his grip on me was so tight that I felt the weight of his dick still inside of me.

“He kissed my ear as he said, ‘I don’t want either of us to ever forget this night. I won't forget this night because you've made me a woman. Damian never did such an excellent job as you.


The strength of what was being built was staggering. Mind-blowing. My body was going to be blown to dust and atoms when this hit. If he stopped, I’d cry. Cry and beg. He finally cummed, and I groaned, every muscle drawn taut. It was almost too much. Almost.”

Did you add the energy of your wolf strength to having sex with me? Because my energy is dripping off Frank, I asked as I was arranging my scanty hair, my eyes darting around the room.

For years, Damian couldn't offer a well-neutralized sex like Frank. I wondered if the size of his dick was no match for what Frank had kindly offered.