Page 77 of Seducing Sasquatch

His knot.

I’d nearly forgotten. It’s so inhuman, so alien and so unexpected. But I want it. I need the feeling of that fleshy bulb expanding inside me, stretching me to my limit.

“Yes, Daddy. Give me your knot,” I whine.

His hips stutter, his fingers grip my waist. “Fuck, baby.”

I can hear the desperation in his voice. He’s close.

A smirk crosses my lips as I tense my rim, feeling the ridges of a thick vein in his shaft sliding into me. Arden growls, his breath panting.

Despite the brutal way he fucks me, I twist to meet my lips to his. My tongue slides out, tasting his canines, his lower lip. Arden drinks me in, sucking my tongue against his with a possessive snarl.

“You squeeze me again and I’ll explode.” He smirks against my lips. “You want to be filled? Pumped full of my cum?”

I mewl, fisting his chest, my hips pounding against the fleshlight. “Please. Please. Please.”

I sound delirious but I don’t care. I want every drop he can give me. I want to feel his hot cum coat my insides. I want to be marked by him, inside and out.

The tip of his cock slides across my p-spot as he pulls out and I gasp against his lips. My hole flutters and for a moment we’re suspended in time. But it’s just a breath against a hurricane as he slams into me, driving his cock so deep it knocks the air from my lungs.

Then I feel it. The familiar swell of his knot inside my rim. His shaft expands, pressing against my inner walls, stretching my muscles taut, locking us in place. The pressure is so much, almost too much as it engulfs my bundle of nerves.

I come with a cry. My painfully sensitive dick explodes inside the fleshlight, my balls tightening as I climax through gritted teeth.

“Yes, baby. Empty those little balls for me,” Arden coos, all while his cock twitches and he comes moments after me.

The heat of his cum sends shivers scuttling over my skin. It pours through me. At first there’s just a heavy pressure, but it grows, gaining weight as he pumps his hips, grinding his knot against my rim. More and more spurts of his seed coat my insides, and I watch breathlessly at the way my body changes.

My abs fade as he fills me. Arden drops his hand from my hip to cup my bloating stomach, his fingers trailing over my skin.

With a rumble, he pulls me tightly against his chest, his face buried in my hair. “You look so perfect, round and full of my cum.”

My stomach aches as he finishes. My skin tight, my body swollen, but the love I feel pouring from Arden settles me. It’s a love so raw it almost feels feral. But I lap it up. Pouring my own appreciation and love back into him.

“Thank you,” I whisper. “For making everything hard feel manageable.”

He chuckles, kissing my temple. “Let’s talk when my cock isn’t anywhere near your hole, and our minds are less jumbled. Yes?”

I nod, smiling against his fur. “Yes, Daddy.”

CHAPTER 23

BLAKE

The growl of the snowmobile surrounds us as we drive through the forest. I lean back into Arden, but he’s not the same.

His furry chest doesn’t greet my cheek as I nuzzle into his pec. Instead, it’s the soft material of a red plaid shirt. The oversized shirt hugs comfortably around his shoulders, and the buttons hold tight across his body. My fingers itch to rip open the material and shove my face against his furry chest.

It’s been a week since my father tried to take me. He hasn’t called once. Not even a text message. My heart tweaks at the thought before a wave of tight relief washes over me. It’s like dancing on a seesaw. One moment I’m tearing apart at the seams with despair, and the next I’m sighing with relief. My heart can’t decide where to fall, but every time my mind begins to whirl with overwhelm, Arden is right there by my side.

“Nearly there, baby!” He shouts over the grumble of the engine. The sky is covered with a thick layer of clouds, but at least there’s been a break in the snow. The forest has changed so much since I first arrived in town. From green valleys and blue rivers, it’s turned into a darker, more black-and-white wonderland.

Only yesterday did Arden help me get my car up the mountain. It was nearly fully submerged in a pile of snow when we got to the parking lot at the lookout. Now it sits, parked next to the shed with a protective cover over it for when spring arrives.

My mind wanders to what the world will look like when the snow melts. But my thoughts are halted as we reach the peak of the hill and a small, log cabin emerges.

Deep brown logs stacked on top of one another make the walls, while a stone chimney climbs the far wall, a plume of smoke billowing into the calm air. The glow of orange light pours through the frosted windows as two snowmobiles sit waiting at the front porch.