“This pussy is mine.” He gritted his teeth and pounded me into the table.
I laid my head to the side so I could get a view of his face.
It was stone cold, his lips parted with each thrust. I watched as he unraveled with each movement. He savored each one even if they were long and fast. His cock buried between my walls soothed him, his piercing rubbing me in ways that made me push back farther so I could push him deeper into my body.
He pushed into me so hard, the portable kitchen island moved. It continued moving until it hit the far wall and even then you could hear the utensils rattle in the cabinets beside it.
Grim repositioned his grip and used my thighs to steady me, his claws sinking into my skin.
Instead of feeling pain, I felt a rush through my body. My ears became heightened again and I could hear his sporadic heart racing like it was going to leave his chest. More of the growls, the grumbling in his chest, sounded loudly.
“Take her, make her ours.” The growls formed into sentences.
The pleasure of my body was enough for me to question whose voice it was, but somehow, I knew it already. His wolf was commanding him.
“Fuck her, take her. This pussy, this soul, is ours!”
Grim grabbed my shoulder, steadying himself as he forced my body back on his cock. I screamed, more of my slick covering his shaft.
“That’s it. Come all over my big dick.” The voice in his chest reverberated.
I dared to close my legs, to rub my clit, but somehow he knew that was what I wanted.
He snaked his other hand around and played my clit like a fiddle.
“Ahh haaaa!” I gripped the end of the table.
“Mine. Fucking mine!”
The table rattled the cupboards; his balls slapped my thighs. The noises we were making were loud and brutal, but none of that mattered.
His thumb grazed my slick where my juices coated his cock, and I watched as he tilted my hips upward. He pulled one cheek apart, and I whimpered.
“Trust me, mate, I will take care of you.”
I knew I had taken nothing beyond my pussy. I knew that was for certain.
He dipped the tip of his thumb inside, and immediately my body resisted. He cooed, pausing his thrusts. “It’s alright,” he said with hardly any resolve. “I need to claim all of you, I need all of this.” He hissed as I relaxed my body and his thrusts continued.
His thumb reached to his knuckle, pulling in and out of my greedy body. My body spasmed while his cock and thumb rhythmically tortured me while a whole new form of pleasure took over my body.
“I’ll take this ass one day,” he grunted. “I’ll have all of you.”
I cried out again in a fit of passion. Feeling the fullness in my body and taking him in two holes was overwhelming. Stars illuminated behind my eyes, my body becoming nothing but a pile of mush.
His thumb retreated, and his body hovered over me. We were skin to skin while he continued his animistic snarls and grunts.
He had to be exhausted; he had been fucking me for what seemed like forever, but his balls continued to slap my upper thighs like they were always meant to take his beating.
“All of you is mine,” he told me.
“I’m yours, Grim,” I replied. “All of me.”
He lost his tenacity; he pushed away from the table, his cock came free, and he jetted his come up and down my backside. His fingers rubbed it up and down my back while I panted, thankful for some relief, but relishing in his warm hands covering my back.
He hummed, his hand cupping his growing erection, his knot bulging furiously.
I licked my lips as the come dripped from the head.
