The suffocating heat of the command pavilion slowly began to recede, replaced by the heavy, musky scent of raw Lycan claiming. Beneath me, the massive pile of silver-tipped furs was entirely ruined, soaked through with the sheer, immense volume of Callum's boiling seed. I lay perfectly still on my back, my deep-toned skin flushed and overly sensitive to the air, my chest heaving as the terrifying Lycan King finally began to detach his massive frame from my battered body.
His thick, heavily veined knot, which had kept us permanently locked together in a violent, inescapable mating press for what felt like hours, slowly began to deflate. The friction of his slow withdrawal was agonizingly exquisite. As his thick length slid completely out of my swollen, thoroughly wrecked channel, it made a
