83. Wedding band

I am once more reminded that this man is a menace to humanity. The sheer stamina, the power, the wish to dominate, conquer and possess. By the time he is done with me, I am barely aware of where or even who I am.

I am covered and bruises and bitemarks, in prints of his fingers and marks of his teeth. I could not complain, really, because I had it coming. I knew exactly what I was doing when I run from him.

The mating frenzy was not something easily overlooked, and even if I did not feel it as acutely as he did, I was still unnecessarily horny and enjoyed every moment of all of this. I managed to mark him as well, with my nails and my lips.

But the marks were barely there and he was already healing. Cursed werewolf genes and regenerative powers.

I feel sore and raw between my legs, but satisfied in every possible way. And even if I did not have to get out of the bed, I do wobble out, with cum dripping down my thighs and making my way to the bathroom while Killian dozes off in the bed