Page 9 of Guarded by the Hellhound (Accidental Monsters #3)

RAIDER

S he is begging for my knot. Finally, I have her right where I want her to be, so turned on that she can’t see straight, knowing that the only thing that will give her relief is my knot.

I growl; her moans and whimpers lure me in, calling to all of my instincts, and instinct is all I have right now.

I hook my arm around her waist, pulling her body even closer to mine. She is so wet, my knot has been drenched, and it’s pulsing, eager to get inside and seal that tight little pussy of hers.

She whimpers when I push deep, my knot nudging at her entrance. For a moment, she tenses, but she can take me. I know she can.

“Such a good girl,” I purr into her ear. My free hand sliding to her clit.

“You were made to take my knot, Katherine. Feel how you have drenched me. You are more than ready. You are perfect.”

My praise makes her relax her body, and when she gives a soft little sigh, I push hard, and I feel her core make room for my knot.

I pinch her clit at the same time, and she screams in ecstasy as my knot seals me into her pussy, and I start to cum.

As her walls are milking my cock, I feel a possessive pride at how well she takes me.

“Raider,” she cries out with a hoarse voice when I slowly circle her clit, drawing out her orgasm; every spasm of her inner walls is triggering another round of seed spurting deep into her core.

“Feel my seed inside your body, Katherine? My knot is going to make sure not a drop gets lost. I am going to breed you until you are swollen with my pup.”

She whimpers in response, but the way her walls clamp down on my cock tells me that she loves the thought as much as me.

I slowly let go of her waist, bow my legs, laying her down on the table. I kiss her gently, and she sighs, closing her eyes. Making sure my big body isn’t crushing her, I rest down on top of her.

“You are amazing,” I tell her. “Your pussy is made to take my knot.”

“It feels a bit strange,” she hesitantly says. “I feel so full, and the pressure...” A shiver goes through her body as I nip her earlobe.

“You’ll get used to it,” I say, and she chuckles.

“I do not mind getting used to being fucked like this.”

I grin. Her pulse is steady, she is relaxed, and her fear, which had been tainting the air earlier, is completely gone.

She starts wiggling her ass and looks back at me. “How long until this goes down?”

I shrug. “No idea,” I say honestly before I smirk at her. “I have lost my memory, remember?”

She laughs out loud. Truth is, I can already feel my cock softening, and I think that would mean the knotting will be over soon. I stroke her hair and kiss the back of her neck, just reveling in the feel of her.

“Patience, Katherine,” I say before I continue my lazy caress, making her sigh in relaxation.

I don’t know precisely how long it takes, but somewhere in the next few minutes, I feel my knot slipping out of her as it sinks into the base of my cock.

“Freedom,” she jokes when she turns around and stretches her body. I raise an eyebrow.

“I should spank you for that,” I tell her sternly. She opens her mouth to reply, but I interrupt her. “Unfortunately, we don’t have time.”

I immediately hate myself for saying the words because the light in her eyes fades away.

She gives me a tight smile and grabs her clothes before she disappears upstairs.

I watch her before pulling up my pants, promising myself that the next time I’ll fuck her, I will be fully naked, and I will be taking my time.

While Katherine takes her time cleaning up, I debate whether to wait for the police to arrive or conduct our own investigation. Staying inside the house and giving all the control to someone else does not resonate well with me. That leaves us with option two. Investigating.

While I finalize a game plan, I rummage through her cupboards for a travel mug. As I’m pouring the coffee, she re-enters the kitchen.

“What are you doing?” she asks in a soft voice.

“Making coffee,” I respond.

She arches an eyebrow at the travel mug. “Where are we going? ”

I turn around, handing her the mug; she immediately takes a sip, and a blissful expression appears on her face.

“I don’t feel like just sitting here waiting for the police to show up. We should do some investigating of our own. If anybody asks, you were walking your dog.”

Her eyes flash with uncertainty. I take the mug from her hands and put it back on the counter before taking both her hands in mine.

“I know you’re scared, and you are right to be scared.

Your stalker is dangerous, but I will be there to protect you.

I am bigger and meaner than them, and nobody, I mean absolutely nobody, touches what is mine. ”

“I am yours?” she whispers with a trembling lip.

“Mine,” I confirm before placing a soft kiss on her lips. “Now, I am going to shift, and you are going to walk your new dog. You let me lead, and hopefully, I’ll lead us to some answers.”

She gives me a tight nod, and I take that as my sign to shift. I bump her hand with my snout, and she smiles at me. “Okay, you win, we’re going.”

The minute we set foot on the porch, I’m overwhelmed by the scents of the city. One of them is particularly putrid: the stench of hate. I sniff the air, using my nose to guide us when we walk towards the street.

Katherine is silent as I follow the smell until suddenly it stops. I sniff and let out a small, angry bark. Katherine pets my head. “Dead end?”

When I bark again, she gives me a sad nod.

“Well, it was worth the try.”

I hate the sadness that is wafting off of her, but there is nothing I can do about it but keep moving.

I circle the block, walking in bigger circles each time until something catches my interest. Suddenly, I’m on high alert.

There’s the faintest hint of something familiar in the air.

I can’t stop myself from following the scent, urgency flowing through my body.

I don’t know what it is yet, but I have to find it.