Wolf (The Halloween Boys, #3)

by Kat Blackthorne

She’d be afraid, and she would run. She would run, and I would chase her. I would chase her, and I would catch her. I would catch her, and I would fuck her until my seed pooled inside her. I’d knot and keep it there, not letting one drop escape, ensuring she held it all inside. God, something in me wanted her to run. My inner alpha agreed. I’d waited for her long enough.

“God, why is that so fucking hot?” I panted, wiggling against the sensation and feeling his hot cum locked within the stretch with no escape. “I don’t even want kids,” I let out, not so delicately. He smiled and bit at my ear. “That’s fine. I want what you want. But the fantasy is fun to indulge, and breeding is a big fucking kink of mine.” “I like it, too,” I admitted. I’d had no idea I liked it until then. Until earlier, when he talked about filling me with his babies. In reality, it wasn’t something I wanted, or could probably even do as, you know, Death incarnate. But as a sexy fantasy, the thought was really hot.

Wolf’s beard cut against my face as one hand held my hips and the other rose to wrap around my throat. He squeezed the sides firmly and growled his command, “Come for daddy wolf. Come on my cock, little one. Pour your juices down my knot.” The filthy order was my undoing, and I reverberated an explosion of pleasure along with the downpour. Wolfgang roared, vibrating the car and thrusting into me so deep as he pulled me by my throat down on top of his cock. His hot cum pooled inside me but couldn’t flee, could only stay right where he wanted it, as his knot grew. My walls tensed and fluttered a pulsing orgasm around his growing bulge that lodged at my base. “Deep breath,” he commanded. “Easy, baby. You can take it,” he directed me, so bittersweet against my jaw. My head found the crook of his neck, my skin sticking to his with our perspiration as my tender pussy yearned against its affliction. The knot and cum filled me, pushing me into acceptance. I couldn’t move, couldn’t escape. I could only lie tangled in the arms of my predator.