Riley’s POV
My brain tried to focus on that question—but another orgasm crashed over before I could think straight.
I scread loudly, my pussy clamping down on his fingers again while he kept repeating it against my clit.
"Aemoria... Mine... Aemoria..."
His voice sounded completely feral, like this side of him and whatever was left of his wolf were fighting to claim with that na.
I couldn’t stop coming.
The fourth orgasm hit right on top of the third, and my vision went blurry.
My whole body jerked as more wetness burst out, soaking his face completely. Gunnar growled louder and licked faster, drinking it all up while his fingers kept thrusting deep inside .
My nipples hurt from how hard I was pinching them, but I couldn’t let go.
The mix of pain and pleasure made everything feel hotter.
My thighs trembled violently around his head, but he only pushed my leg higher on his shoulder and kept eating like he would never get enough.
He pulled his fingers out again.
This ti, he used both hands to spread my pussy lips wide open.
His tongue dragged slow from my entrance all the way up, tasting every inch before he sucked my clit back into his mouth and humd a deep animal sound that made my eyes cross.
I felt the fifth orgasm building already.
Tears stread down my face now because it felt too good—and too much—at the sa ti.
The heat inside kept pushing more and more pleasure through my body until I couldn’t tell where one orgasm ended and the next one began.
My pussy pulsed nonstop.
Wet.
Dripping.
And every single lick from Gunnar made my hips buck against his face on their own.
"Aemoria... Mine..." he growled again.
The words vibrated right on my clit while he pushed four fingers inside this ti, stretching so full I scread his na through broken sobs.
How did he know that na?
The question flashed through my head every ti he said it, but the pleasure was too overwhelming to hold onto the thought.
My body felt like it was burning from the inside out.
Every thrust of his fingers.
Every suck on my clit.
Every growl against my pussy.
They made co again and again.
I lost count after the sixth orgasm.
My legs were completely useless now.
The only thing keeping upright was Gunnar’s strong hands gripping my ass and his shoulders wedged firmly between my thighs.
He looked up at while he kept licking.
Those crimson eyes glowed brighter than before.
Completely feral.
No trace of the Gunnar I know left inside them.
His face was shiny with my wetness, his fangs still fully extended, and he kept repeating the sa words like they were the only ones left in his mind.
"Mine... Aemoria... Mine..."
Every ti he said that na my stomach flipped and my pussy clenched tighter around his fingers.
Another huge orgasm began rushing toward .
I knew this one would be even stronger.
My breathing ca out in desperate, uneven gasps. My hands left my aching nipples and grabbed his hair again, pulling him closer because I needed his mouth to stay right there.
Gunnar snarled and sped up.
His tongue flicked my clit so fast it felt like a vibrator while his fingers fucked deep and rough. The wet sounds were loud enough to echo off the walls, and my juices kept squirting out with every thrust.
I ca so hard my entire body convulsed.
My back slamd against the wall.
My scream tore out of my throat so loudly it hurt.
Stars exploded behind my eyes.
For several seconds I couldn’t see anything at all.
When my vision finally cleared, Gunnar was still there.
Still licking—slower now, but not stopping.
Still growling those sa words against my oversensitive pussy like he was branding with them.
My body felt completely wrecked.
My thighs trembled nonstop.
My pussy was swollen and aching.
I could feel my own wetness running all the way down to my knees.
I was breathing so fast I thought I might pass out.
But the heat wouldn’t let rest.
It kept pushing more need through —even after everything.
Gunnar finally pulled his fingers out and slowly stood up, his face rising until it was right in front of mine.
His crimson eyes burned into .
He leaned in close.
His breath was hot and heavy against my lips.
Then he pressed his forehead to mine and whispered it one more ti, his voice rough and broken like it was coming from deep inside his chest.
"Aemoria... Mine..."
I stared at him, my chest heaving, my body still shaking while my mind spun with the sa question over and over.
How did this feral vampire version of Gunnar know the one thing I was supposed to keep a secret in my entire life?
But before I could ask, his hands tightened on my ass again.
He ground his huge bulge against my soaked pussy through his pants, letting feel exactly how hard and ready he was.
The pressure on my oversensitive clit made moan loudly again.
A small orgasm rippled through from that alone.
I was completely at his rcy now.
Panting.
Dripping.
My body still begging for more even while my brain scread that I should be scared.
Gunnar’s fangs were still out.
And he looked like he was fighting every single instinct not to rip his pants open and slam into right then.
But he didn’t.
He just kept pinned there, grinding slowly against , repeating that one word like a dark chant while my body trembled and my mind raced with questions I could barely form anymore.
"Aemoria... Mine..."
But just then, the door pushed open and two people walked in. I looked up, it’s Caden and Cane, their gaze landed on I and Gunnar in that position and sothing crossed through their eyes.
Wait, it’s not what I’m thinking right? It can’t be what I’m thinking!
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