29. Chapter Twenty-Eight

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Emm

I nstead of waking peacefully in bed, I woke and my body ached with desire—no, it was more. My body was lit on fire, and it burned with an intensity so strong I thought I would burn to ash. It was painful. I thought I was dying. If this Goddess was truly real, maybe I was being thrown into the depths of the underworld, where I would burn instead of waking and returning to Locke.

I'd burn for my sins of lusting after a lycan and being fucked by one in the forest.

I could feel myself writhing in pleasure and pain while I remembered the wolfish beast pounding into me. His breath was hot and ragged against my neck, his teeth gnashing at my fragile skin. I knew this wasn't just about lust. Something primal and ancient was at play. My body responded instinctively to the otherworldly nature of the creature, and I could feel the transformation happening within me.

It was like he was there, I could feel his breath on my skin.

"I can't take much more." I heard Locke's guttural groan. The rapid slick, slurping sound coming from behind gave me some damn dirty visions in my head.

Was he masturbating?

I let out a low, pleasurable moan as I arched my back, savoring the sensation. Beads of perspiration glistened on my skin, making my legs feel damp and sticky. I could feel a steady trickle of warmth escaping from between my thighs, heightening my desire. With a longing touch, my hand glided over my stomach, then ventured into the intimate depths of my folds, igniting a wave of intense pleasure.

"Fuck, Princess, are you awake?" he rasped. "Your heat is driving me wild and I can't keep back. Please let me sink into that slick."

Dios mio, he was a dirty bastard.

I moaned again and pressed my fingers to my clit to gather some relief from the burning pain. When I touched myself, there was no relief, I thought I would orgasm easily as my pussy throbbed for a climax, but there was none to be had.

"Please," I whimpered, fucking my hand. "I—I can't get there."

Locke let out a huff of excitement and pulled the covers away from my body. "Princess, you are just soaked. Let me help you."

As I gazed up at him, I noticed a subtle widening of his nostrils, and a deepening darkness in his eyes.

"Yes," I whispered, my voice barely a breath. "Help me, please."

Locke smiled, a dark and predatory grin that sent a shiver down my spine. He spread my legs his hard length pressing against my damp core. His hands gripped my ankles and put them over his shoulders. He drew up his cock, rubbed it against me, and coated himself in my slick arousal.

"I will," he promised, his voice rough and commanding. "We both fucking need this." He grabbed onto one of my breasts and pinched the nipple.

With a sudden force, he thrust into me, burying himself to the hilt in a single, powerful stroke. I gasped, my eyes wide as I felt his thickness stretch me open. He moved, a slow, deliberate rhythm that built in intensity with each deep thrust.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he growled, his eyes never leaving mine as he continued to pound into me. My body responded instinctively, my hips rising to meet his every thrust. The pleasurable pain from before now transformed into pure, unadulterated ecstasy.

"Yes," I cried.

"You're so damned tight," he groaned, pulling out and thrusting back in with increasing speed. "I can feel your heat surrounding me, pulling me in deeper."

And I could feel every inch of him. The rough, cold metal of the barbells scraping against my walls, creating a pleasure I haven't felt before. All of this was just so—intense.

My body shook, and goosebumps rose on my skin when Locke continued to slap his hips against my body.

"That's it, come. I will not make you hold in your orgasms, not when you are in heat."

I shook my head and used my legs to push on Locke's shoulders to get a better angle. He picked up the pace to jackhammer me.

I cried out and felt the pain leave my body as the orgasm took over. But it was only a quick relief because once the orgasm was over, the pain returned.

"Why does it hurt?" I cried, when Locke pulled out of my pussy.

"You need my knot," he panted, a sheen of sweat glistened over his forehead. "And I'm going to give it to you. It will give you relief before we need to do it again."

I let out a soft moan, my fingers expertly tracing their path back to my throbbing clit. With an urgent pace, I continued to rub myself—I couldn't just lay there waiting.

"Damn, it's so hot seeing you play with yourself like that." Locke lowered his head and took a long tentative lick. I threw my head back and clamped my thick legs over his head. His claws raked down my thighs while he continued to bury himself into my pussy.

I orgasmed again and once I finished, with a quick movement, he rolled me onto my stomach and slapped my backside. I squealed at the sting while he pulled my ass and lined up his cock. "I'm going to knot you so many times in the next few days. You're pussy is going to crave it."

Gripping the sheets tightly, I could feel the texture of the fabric beneath my fingertips. I remembered his Lycan's knot, and it was almost too much.

Locke rubbed my back and rested his hand on my hip. "It won't be as big as in my lycan form, but it will still stretch you so good, Princess, trust me."

His cock slipped inside easily, with my arousal continuing to drip, and I pushed myself toward him to get more.

"Fuck, like a glove. And so needy."

"You'd be needy, too, if you were on fire," I retort.

"Princess, you have no idea." His fingers dug deeper into my ass with one hand and the other was on my shoulder. His cock went in and out of me; the bars on his Jacob's ladder rubbed so nicely on my throbbing clit that I moaned like a dirty whore with how good it felt.

Timidly, I glanced back at him, my eyes wide with anticipation. "Please, Locke, do it." I begged, my breaths coming in short, quick gasps. "Give me the relief I need."

I'm not normally a beggar, but apparently with Locke I am.

Without speaking, Locke continued the rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of me. I could feel his knot stretching, growing with each thrust. My body arched and contorted, yearning for the release he promised. The pleasure was building, growing like a tempest, tossing me about as he fucked me.

"Yes, you are going to take it!" Locke growled, his grip tightening on my hip and shoulder. "You need me, and I'm going to give it to you."

And then, like a strike of lightning, my relief hit me. It coursed through my body, setting every nerve off with pleasure. I shuddered and screamed, clenching around Locke's cock as his shaft throbbed. Locke let out a grunt and forced his knot inside me. The pain of the stretch morphed into bliss, a searing wave of ecstasy that washed over me.

The knot, not as large as his Lycan was still painful as he pushed it deeper inside. It swelled, pulsing, prolonging the pleasure.

If someone makes knotted dildos, they really need to up their marketing.

I sighed in relief, feeling more and more of his come filling my body. My stomach felt distended as his cock pulsed and emptied into me. The shudder of an aftershock cooled my body and my shoulders slumped in relief.

Locke's powerful purr, reminiscent of his wolf's when he slept with me each night, reverberated through the softness of the bed. In that moment, my body surrendered to the comforting sensation, the tension melted away and relieved by his gentle touch.

Locke leaned close, his warm breath tickling my skin, as he left a trail of tender kisses down the curve of my spine, each one sending shivers of pleasure through me. The soft touch of his lips gradually made its way back up to my shoulder, and he gently pressed his tongue against the spot where he had previously bitten me. A delicious mix of sensations flooded my body, causing my senses to heighten. I could feel the tightening of my pussy intensify on his cock and another shiver of aftershock made me moan into the pillow.

"Mmm," he groaned in my ear, "I could get used to this."

My body was exhausted even with the sleep, but would I do it again? Absolutely.

Locke gently rolled us to the side, his knot lodged deeply inside me as we lay on the bed contentedly. Occasionally, it would pulse and my body would spasm into bliss.

None of it was normal. Not a single bit. Even if I left out the heat and the knot; the cuddling wasn't a thing that was normal to me either. Locke held onto me. He was petting my hair, placing kisses on my neck and rubbing my arm tenderly. If there was no knot, I was sure he would still do the same.

And I think back to that little boy in my dream, who listened to his mother about mates. How his mother said you never give up on a mate, you hold on to them, fight for them and never give them up. Locke would never give me up. The Goddess herself said so.

And in this moment, I firmly believed it.

"Locke?" I whispered, and daringly, placed my hand on top of his hand, which was caressing my breast.

He mumbled, mid-kissing my neck. "I think you should explain a couple things to me," I chuckled and felt this cock pulse again.

He groaned and held me tighter. "Yes, I think I owe you explanations about some things. How about over dinner?" He moved his hips to push his cock in and out of me, just enough not to dislodge his knot.

I let out a cry, and again I felt another spurt of his come. "Ugh, I needed that," he sighed."

"My god, how can you come so much?" I turned my head to see a sated look on his face.

"Princess, I've been in a rut since you fell asleep. You have no idea how much I have come since you have slept for three days."

My head fell back on the pillow. "Three days?" I whispered, and then my eyes widened. "Three days!? I haven't called my fam— I need to go—"

Locke tightened his hold, and we both groaned when I jerked our bodies.

"No one is going anywhere until my knot releases you, mate. Now calm down," he growled.

"But I can't!" I panicked. "I have to make a call. Where is my phone? Where the hell are we?"

I quickly scanned the room, my eyes darting from one corner to another, only to realize that we were nowhere near my familiar RV. The room had a quaint, rustic charm, its simplicity evident in the minimal furnishings; a solitary bed, a modest nightstand and a plain dresser. A modern-looking cabin is the only way to describe it.

"I have all your things," he calmly said. "Like I said, I'll explain everything. We have time because we aren't going anywhere for a few days."

"A few days?" I squealed and my pussy fluttered. We both moaned, and I fisted the sheets.

"Yes, days. You are in your heat because I claimed you. I am in my rut and need to have my knot emptied frequently. It's a gift to the both of us that it happened at the same time."

I narrowed my eyes at him but he only grabbed my breast in reply. "We help each other and it is the perfect time to get to know one another. Really, know each other because—"

I shook my head. He didn't understand. He didn't know about my family, didn't know about all of them in Venezuela. He didn't know about the bounty on his head—what if he found out about that?

How was I to tell him all this? He would be angry, furious. And what about the men chasing me?

If he gets pissed enough, he'd leave me to deal with this heat alone. I did not even know what a heat or a rut is! Or why it was happening!

And that was when I did something I never do; I began to cry.