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With a roll of my hips, I sink myself deeply with one hard fast thrust, then freeze. She looses a small gasp as her membrane tears against my invasion. My claws dig into my own palms as the sensation of her body gripping me nearly drives me into a frenzy.
Neither of us move. Barely breathing.
My body shakes with the restraint, but I refuse to move until she is ready. I know how quickly she heals. I just need to be patient until the wound knits.
I am dying in slow agony, with deep gulping breaths I purge into the bed near her shoulder. A few seconds feel like hours, and then she shifts her hips, adjusting to me.
“It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be,” she murmurs in my ear.
A light shines behind my eyes at the revelation.
‘It wasn’t as bad.’ I feel nearly giddy that I haven’t unleashed the pain on her she was prepared to bear.
Her fingers move to my ribs, then my waist as I withdraw in a slow pull. Her touch is fire and ice. I now know why I always had an aversion to contact, loathing anyone touching me.
I was waiting for hers.
The sublime feeling of her fingers floating over my skin, digging into the long hairs of my back, it is what I’ve always craved. I will be her dog, happily lolling for affection, begging for the lightest brush of her palm.
My hips move with full strokes, gaining veracity as I feel her heels gripping my thighs, urging me deeper. Her chest flushes in her passion as the pain melts and her body accepts my full length.
Deeper and faster I plunge into her, feeling the tightening in my loins as her walls quiver around my length.
A moan spills from her lips and her head thrashes upon her pillow as her pitch rises, crashing into a scream. Her chest presses against mine as she lifts from the bed, her body clenching around me, drawing an explosion from my loins that has my shaft swelling in a knot, my barbed head flaring to tie deep within her, spurting my seed in burning waves.
I hold her tight, silently begging her not to move, knowing my barbed cock has buried in the tender flesh of her sheath. But, she tilts her hips against me, the rolling pulses of her tight pussy drawing ever exhausting shuddering streams of cum from my cramping scrotum.
What a strange hell this is, frozen in my movements so as not to hurt her, locked in place by the very weapon that longs to shred into her. Every breath she takes tries to pry a quiver from my belly.
When I finally soften enough to withdraw a metallic smell of blood spreads into the cool room. A remorseful grumble leaves my throat as I seek the sweltering heat of her center, but am surprised to find only the slightest of taint upon the sheet.
In my movements, I discover the source. Bloody smears outlining her shoulders where my fisted hands had rested.
Chapter thirty-one
SAM
Ineverexpectedtosee Angela climb out of one of the military trucks. She’s still in her whirling dervish long coat with the pistol strapped across her chest.
“Sam, I was surprised to hear this medical post was at your house! So, I knew I needed to volunteer when I did.” She only comes up to my shoulder, but I still feel like I should be looking up to her. The wildness of her hair is tamed with a thick black wool hat.
“Angela, it’s good to see you. It’s been a while!” The last time she was by was right after the “Change” as everyone calls it.
Well, that’s the official name. Most of us call it Doggy Day.
In the last few weeks since the military has shown up, they’ve managed to put up a tall chain link barricade around a good section of the property. Regular patrols and the motion detectors help to keep it safe, as do Thor and Misty, who are like local celebrities in their own right.
Thor seems to have made it his personal responsibility to patrol the fenceline regularly. Misty just loves running from person to person for the treats they sneak her. I think her plan is to become the fattest heeler in Idaho.
“A lot has changed in the last couple of months.” She shakes her head while looking around. “How has this place become a post? It doesn’t make a lot of sense.”
“Dani.” I say, shrugging my shoulders. “I got hurt a while back, and she wouldn’t leave. So, they brought a hospital here.” I rub my short beard. “But, we may have to leave before too much longer. There’s been a lot more pressure lately.”
Nodding, she digs a pack of cigarettes out of her jacket and lights one. The acrid smoke burns through the freezing December air.
I don’t say anything, but I can’t stop from raising an eyebrow.
“Yea, yea, I started smoking again. I hope I live long enough to die of cancer,” she says gruffly. “The dogs are running out of people in town. That’s probably why they’re pushing out.”