Fenrir’s POV
I rose to my full, towering height, my massive chest heaving with exertion. My fangs were fully descended, resting sharply against my lower lip in a display of pure, unadulterated predatory dominance. My c*ck was completely free now—thick, dark, angry, and pulsing with a life of its own. At the base, the thick, bulbous flesh of my knot was already beginning to swell, an undeniable biological promise of what I was about to do to her. A heavy drop of pre-come wept from the blunt tip, slicking the head.
I stepped fully into her space, moving between her spread legs. I let the broad, hot head of my length brush agonizingly against her soaking wet, swollen entrance. Lyra whimpered at the scorching friction, her head falling back against the fur pelt, her hips instinctively buckin
