Harwal, book 3

Final chapter

“I can't anymore,” I mumble, sprawling on the bed. I yank a fur on top of myself and curl into a ball.

It's been five fucking days. Literally ‘fucking’ days. I swear my bones have lost all density and I'm a goddamn boneless snake. The only thing I've done in addition to bathing is sleeping, eating, and fucking.

Erel went out every time I was asleep to hunt, and I swear those moments were my only rest. I don't even know if he has slept. He doesn't look tired at all, but I'm dying.

I remember joking about him going wild when he first marked me, but I think his feral moment came with a bit of a delay. His speech has been minimal and he has been insatiable. And I have been eating very lightly seared meat, as if he has been too impatient with that, too.

Erel wraps his arm around me, fur and all, and tugs me against him. He kisses my head and rumbles something.

“Seriously…I think I'm dying,” I mumble as his hand finds its way to my bare stomach. “Can't we just cuddle?”

He grunts and nips my earlobe. His hand travels between my legs, and his fingers dip straight to my folds.

“Hial,” he murmurs.

And I cave. I turn my head to him and meet his seductive stare. I really cave every goddamn time I'm ready to give up. I open my mouth for him to kiss me, and open my legs for his hand, barely having the strength to do that either.

Erel's teeth have cut my lip more times than I can count anymore. The taste of iron has become the sauce for his mango flavour. It aches, but at the same time my body associates it for pleasure, so it has become a fucked up turn-on.

I hum and slide my hand lazily on his cock. I tried so many times to use my mouth instead, but he keeps refusing it. This time too, he removes my hand and pulls me tightly against him, inserting his tip inside me. I clutch his hand and moan softly, my voice too hoarse to do much else.

Erel props up on his elbow and stares at me as he pushes in deeper. He looks pleased and smug. That still irritated me a couple days ago, but now I think he's just weirdly proud of himself.

I hook my leg on his, giving him more room to move. He palms my breasts and lowers to gnaw on my shoulder, while still looking at me. I can barely keep my eyes open anymore, but it's just fucking hot to see him so into me. No wonder I always cave. Who the hell wouldn't?

He pinches my nipple and I moan, grabbing his hand to stop him. “Way too sore for that,” I plead, and he stops, moving his hand down to my pussy. He thrusts in deeper and massages my clit. I whimper and press my face against the furs.

He continues his demonstrations and I try to hold on to my sanity. I grab whatever I can and shiver as the umpteenth orgasm hits me. I slap his hand on my clit and he stops that, too. He hovers over me and thrusts faster, rocking me and probably the heavy bed. I dread and hope that this will last the week he said it would.

I bump my head against the wall and wince. I slap Erel's arm. “Head,” I whimper and support my hand against the wall. “Hurts.”

He suddenly stops and I gasp, he's lodged so deep I swear I can feel it in my uterus. I fucking hope he hasn't ruined my stuff. I smack his arm again. “My head—wall,” I pant out. “Don't stop.”

Erel huffs and I ball my eyes at him. It's the one sound I haven't heard in these wild days. He holds on to my legs and shuffles backwards on his knees, dragging me with him.

“You have to be fucking kidding me,” I whisper. I must look ridiculous with my arms up and tied to his cock.

Erel huffs again. “Hial, you look tired,” he murmurs. He slides his hands on my hips and starts moving again, this time keeping me in place.