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It didn’t feel like a tragedy to me. It felt like sweet release. He braced himself on both hands and bent low over me. We kissed, and I drew my thighs over his hips. He bent and his teeth closed over my windpipe.
I froze as a hot wave suffused my mind. His grip tightened to a gentle pressure. A shimmer like a shift moved over my skin, and an exquisite shudder followed, then his body slowly entered mine.
He released my neck as he filled me, and I gasped. Raw nerves spiked and sparkled, and his scent drowned everything else out. He shifted, his body sliding from mine, and I clawed at his arms, tangling my legs around his hips until he filled me again, and I whimpered obediently while he stared down at me.
I quivered on the edge. The silk had raked and ravaged my body. I arched off the blankets as he filled me again.
He shifted his weight to one hand, and slid the other up my chest and neck, under my jaw, until he hooked his thumb between my lips. “Finish, Winter.”
The command yanked me over the edge. I arched and cried out, wracked by something that tore its way through every part of me.
He sank deep a final time, wracking me with another crush that was painfully intense.
I felt boneless as our bodies quivered with aftershocks. He breathed hard, and I felt like I could barely breathe at all. He shifted inside me, bent to my ear, and kissed me lightly.
“You’re never allowed to complain about the panty bill,” I said, still feeling breathless. My skin felt raw too. Rope burn on my netherbits and total soul-liquifying submission were new experiences. I felt exquisitely weak, exhausted, drained.
He kissed my shoulder as he snuggled behind me, his larger body cupping mine. His hand stole over my hip and pulled me against him. “Unwrapping my gift from Gaia is my favorite pastime.”
“Still think I’m a gift after all this?” I ran my fingertips over his strong forearm.
He drew me closer and kissed my skin, then inhaled deeply, and said, voice soft and rough, “Even on our worst days, I would never trade that day with you for a day without you.”
The First & Last
Oof.
I missed my opponent’s shoot. He grabbed me and slammed me down in a brutal suplex.
My shoulder impacted the mat, hard, my left shoulder exploded in pain. Knotted up like a warm, dazed pretzel, my other arm squished against my face as he clenched down in a classic arm triangle. He shoved down hard, trapping my left arm under my body. Instinctively, I tried to shrimp free, but he had at least fifty pounds on me. My extended arm tingled as he cranked the choke.
This is what I get for being distracted.
Maya had come in with two other she-wolves. There was someone I hadn’t expected to see again. And none of the three wolves were Luna Thessa of GranitePaw. The GranitePaw hadn’t shown up at the flat the previous night.
Because of course they hadn’t.
They’d ended FryerVats with some silver and expected me to be grateful they did their damn job. Fuck them.
I tried to tap out, but my choke-arm just flopped in the air, and my other hand was trapped. Jerkface Purple Belt’s laughter huffed against my cheek. The crank deepened. My shoulder joint creaked and soft tissue stretched to the point of breaking. He pressed harder, and I heard him hiss at me.
Something deep and primal stirred as my consciousness dimmed.
The hot lump of fury intensified. My human mind slipped under the tide of rage and darkness.
Shouting voices thudded against the haze and the choke released. I flopped onto the sweat-covered mat. My brain inflated like a balloon as oxygen flowed back to it.
“You had it!” the black belt instructor shouted at Jerkface. “You don’t put someone to sleep in training!”
“She didn’t tap!” Jerkface sneered.
“You okay?” One of the brown belts crouched beside me.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” My skin dripped cold, clammy sweat. My fingers trembled as I straightened my ponytail.
“You sure? Going to sleep the first time is a little scary,” he said.
“It’s not my first time. He’s an asshole.” My shaking had nothing to do with Sir Squeezy Arms there, and everything to do with what might have happened if the instructor hadn’t pried him off me. There’d never have been enough bleach to clean up the bloody mess that would have ensued.
