Borderline Heat Part 3
Lilian was already bent over in the hidden cave near the border, ass up and dripping when Luke stormed in.
His hands gripped her hips hard enough to bruise as he slammed his thick c**k into her soaked p***y in one brutal thrust.
“f**k—yes, Luke!” she cried, pushing back greedily. “I’ve been waiting three nights for this c**k. My heat’s killing me.”
“Greedy little border slut,” he growled, pounding her mercilessly. Skin slapped loudly in the confined space. “I can't believe your scent called me across the line again. You know that both packs are watching the borders tighter now right?”
Lilian moaned, claws scraping the cave wall. “I don't care. All I care about is your d**k… f**k me faster and knot me deep inside before someone smells us.”
Weeks of stolen nigh
