Page 51 of Full Moon Frenzy

He hadn’t come the night before. She would still be dripping with his hot seed if he had, and the thought of doing so now made her shiver. She needed him out of his clothes now, needed him on top of her, needed to be filled with his cock and sealed with his knot.

“Tell me what you need, Adi,” he whispered into her hair, once he had her kneeling at the center of the bed. “Tell me what you want.”

She gasped as he pushed her face to the mattress, holding her there, her ass high, presented to him like the bitch in heat she was. The first press of his cockhead had her hands fisting in the covers again, but that first press was as far as he went, slipping out a second later to push through her slick folds, bumping her clit, slapping into it from beneath.

“No, I don’t think so,” he chuckled. Another bump of his glans to her clit, making her whimper. “You need to beg for it,” he reminded her, his hand still at the back of her head, holding her down. Adriana saw red. It would have been easier to do as he asked, easier to beg and get what she needed, but she’d never been a fan of doing things the easy way, and she wasn’t about to give in, especially not to him.

“I fucking hate you,” she ground out, tightening her grip on the bedspread, fire churning through her as he laughed against her shoulder, humorless and dark.

“Good,” Trapp spat. “The feeling is mutual. Now tell me what you want from me before I go home.”

She twisted out from under him, kneeling to face him on the bed, her fury almost overtaking the lunar estrus rippling through her. “Fine. I want your big cock.” She wrapped her hands around his stiff shaft, jutting out at an angle between them. He was still pent up from the night before, his skin hot to the touch, veins standing out angrily, denied satisfaction for too long. Trapp grunted as she twisted her way up to his head, hand over hand, stroking him from root to tip until she was able to tap her fingertip against his winking slit, a thread of pre-cum connecting them when she pulled away. “Because that’s all you’re fucking good for.”

His laugh was ugly when he pushed her down, flattening her against the pillows. Adriana kept a firm grip on the base of his shaft, leading his cock head to the mouth of her sex, eager to feel him slide home.

“You know, I used to think fucking you was the only way to keep you interested.” His eyes fluttered shut, words failing as he pushed into her, groaning.

Adriana keened as he spread her open. Now that she was no longer thrashing with her heat, she was able to feel every thick, delicious inch of him, filling her entirely. His knot was a hot, swollen pressure against her, as desperate to bury itself in her as she was to be filled with it. Trapp wasted no time beginning to move, rolling his hips in short snaps, making her cry out.

“Now I realize it’s the only way to shut you up.”

Interested in what? She didn’t have time to dwell on his words, as he began to fuck her with a single-minded focus. Hard and deep, each thrust making her jolt. His nearness had reignited the fire within her, the heat of his knot making her twist in desperation, making her whine. Trapp spread her legs wide, knees to the bed, his own legs spreading out to pin hers down, the solid thump of his hips sending up a flare of sparks behind her eyes.

“What do you need, Adi?”

She didn’t answer, the room spinning once more, as it had the night before in the ambulance, so close to tipping over the edge . . . when he pulled out abruptly, pushing up on his knees and retreating to the end of the bed. Adriana gasped, the absence of him painful as her body cramped in desperation.

“I can just jerk off.” He shrugged, doing exactly that, making her twist. Her eyes followed the movement of his hand, wringing up his curved length, twisting over his head, committing the act to memory. “You need to tell me—”

“You,” she snarled, beating her fists ineffectually against the pillows. “I need you, you smug asshole. I need you to knot me, Trapp. Please.”

Adriana shuddered when he climbed over her again, relieved that he wasn’t going to continue this torture. She cried out when he pressed into her once more, sliding home. He immediately re-established his previous rhythm, his hips snapping, balls slapping into her, and the percussive strike of it combined with the wet squelch of her slick was overloud in the otherwise silent room.

“I can’t fucking stand you,” she raged against his shoulder, gasping, biting at his skin. “You always have to prove that you’re better than—”

She cut off on a yelp when his teeth nipped at the delicate skin of her throat, hard enough to thrill her. That’s what his wolf would do. Throw you around like a ragdoll, fuck you into the dirt, and then claim you with his teeth.

“Why did you have to come here, Adriana? Why the fuck couldn’t you stay a mistake from my past? You’re here one fucking month, and you’re already ruining my reputation—”

“If it could be ruined that easily, I don’t think it was that good to start with,” she snarled back at him. “You fucking wolves and your precious territory. Go piss on a tree somewhere else, Trapp. This is my home now, too.”

His dark rumble of laughter thrilled her, pulling her legs up, hooking her knees over his elbows until she moaned, the new angle liquefying her center. When his thumb began to rub over her clit, she was lost. “Oh, that’s fucking rich. Of course it’s a competition with you.”

“Just shut up, Trapp.”

“Everything is fucking competition, and you always have to win, Adi, no matter what you ruin in the process.”

“Shut up and give me your fucking knot!”

“It didn’t make a difference how good we were together. It never did. Did it?”

His anger had that same peppery bite, the flare of it heating down his back. The smell of it was intoxicating, and at the first furious silver flash of his eyes, her control broke like a tidal wave, and she was lost. Her throat opened as her head dropped back, cresting atop that wave, lost in the blinding surf as her back arched, a wheezing moan pulling from her as her body clenched around him.

She felt the moment he came, his spine rippling, flooding her with heat. His hips never stopped, his knot pushing, pushing, breaching her . . . Adriana could feel her belly swell, rope after rope of his hot seed filling her, putting out the fire that had been raging within.

When his knot popped into place at last, the whole world exploded in light. Her back arched beneath him, so violently she thought she might have snapped her spine, turning spontaneously. She shook in his arms, gasping, unable to catch her breath until the smell of him and his wolf overwhelmed her, and she dropped. Slack, spent, sated, the world narrowing, slowing . . . until it disappeared.

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