He pushes inside Dagny’s pussy, stretching her. “You’re mine. Mine to fuck, mine to breed.” He leans down, nipping her ear. “You’ll be so fucking full of my seed, the others won’t matter.”

He pumps in and out of her savagely, the veins along his forearms throbbing as he nears his release. A groan explodes from his open mouth as he slams forward, pressing the bulb at the base of his cock flush against her entrance. His canines extend, piercing his lower lip as he continues pressing his hips forward, causing sweat to bead along his brow. With one last thrust, Fenryr’s knot slips into Dagny’s cunt, swelling and trapping him inside as he comes deep inside her.

His hips jerk erratically, small movements that cause Dagny’s body to move with his, locked in place by the swollen bud. A whimper echoes in his chest as his eyes fill with an animalistic hunger, and he snaps forward, sinking his teeth deep into Dagny’s shoulder.

Her head falls, eyes hooded with a faraway look—too exhausted to react to the bite of pain. Fenryr stills at the sight but doesn’t pull out, his cock still locked inside due to the swollen knot.

With a groan, he releases her shoulder and rolls onto his side, taking Dagny’s limp body with him. His forearm wraps around her stomach, keeping her back pressed flush against him as he peppers kisses along the fresh bite mark on her shoulder. Lir, Roark, and I crawl to join them in the pile of furs, having to lie partially on top of one another in order to have equal access to Dagny.

Fenryr stays at her back, kissing along her spine as the three of us reach out, running our hands over Dagny’s beautifully curvy frame and bathing in the aftermath. Small mewls pour from her lips as her eyes drift closed, lost to the pleasure thrumming through the bond, sizzling in her veins.

Fenryr continues thrusting inside her every now and then, still rock hard and just as needy as before he came in her—twice.

“Stop being so greedy,” I grumble, locking eyes with Fenryr as jealousy roils in the pit of my stomach.

He continues pumping erratically, his breathing turning ragged. “I can’t stop,” he whines, lowering his forehead to her shoulder as a shudder runs through his body. “It feels so fucking good. So fucking tight.”

Dagny’s eyes open lazily as a low moan fills the air, her back arching in an attempt to take Fenryr deeper, desperate to be bred. Her muscles quiver helplessly as Fenryr picks up speed, thrusting harder and deeper with each pitiful moan that falls from her lips.