~Lyra~

I buried my face in the sheets, panting so hard my chest was heaving. Sweat was sticking to the fur on my stomach, my legs were still shaking, and I could feel his knot still slowly, painfully sliding out of me with a wet, embarrassing pop that made me whimper against the mattress.

There was slick everywhere.

All over my thighs. All over his sheets. Dripping in strings from between my legs like my cunt didn’t get the memo that this was a bad fucking time to be in afterglow mode.

Tasha’s voice was still echoing up the stairs.

She was yelling for her dad to come downstairs And...