After Faking My Death, My Alpha Husband Went Mad

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Chapter 132

“Woah. Careful, you are a lot stronger than you used to be.” He warns against my lips.

I breath out and ignore his words, “Baby, I need you again.”

“I thought we were supposed to be talking?” He asks as I lean up and kiss his neck.

“We can do both. Please… I need you.” I beg.

I reach down and start to stroke his dick. He mumbles ‘fuck‘ and reaches for a condom. He

rips the package open with his teeth and rolls it on. I feel him slip inside me and my eyes

roll back into my head as I moan. He starts to thrust into me, painfully slow.

“Any other questions?” He grits out against my neck and he rocks.

“Huh?…. Oh right. Ummm, who knows?” I ask holding back a moan.

“Luca…” Thrust.

“The guys…” Thrust.

“Kasey…” Thrust.

He continues naming people that know what I am. Each name he says he thrusts into me

and makes my moan. My fingers start to feel funny as I scrape them against his back.

He thrusts faster and the bed hits the wall behind us. He throws his head back and groans.

“Fuck that hurts and feels so fucking good.”

“Hurts?” I ask.

When I did this before it never used to hurt him. He was always too strong. I barely even

made his back red.

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“Your claws are out… God that feels fucking amazing.” He struggles to say.

I wrap my legs around him, and he goes deeper. My eyes shut because of the amount of pleasure in between my legs. His dick is fucking magical and I love it.

“No. Open your eyes. Watch as I fuck you.” He commands.

My eyes open and I watch as he puts his hands on the bed frame. Excitement immediately fills me. His hips start to snap against me faster and faster.

The bed is rocking and creaking as he mercilessly rails the fuck out of me.

“Ahh, Damion!” I yell.

His dick is sliding against my clit and it feels like I am in another dimension. He is looking right at me as I fall apart beneath him. There satisfaction in his eyes. He likes it.

“Question. Now… Before I lose my mind. You are so fucking tight… nope I can’t think about

how tight you are.”

“Uhhh…” I groan.

The pull in my stomach is over–fucking–whelming.

“When do I… Uhhh change?” I ask in a shaky voice as a scream brews in my throat.

“The next full moon is in a week… I’ll be there to help… you.”

I can tell he wants to cum, but he’s holding back until I do.

“You’re tightening.”

I nod, “I’m close.”

“Yeah? Good, I’m about to fucking explode.”

We are silent after that, except for our grunts and moans. I hold back until it gets too much. Damion can tell, I know he can.

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“Come on. Be a good girl and cum.”

There are those words again. ‘Good girl.‘ They are my weakness.

My legs shake as an orgasm rips through me. His hands on my body, lips on my neck, and dick in my pussy are exactly what I need right now. Honestly, its what I need all the time.

The bed is creaking beneath us as my legs shake around Damion’s muscular waist. Then, I’m falling.

The bed lets out one last creak and the woods snaps beneath us. It hits the ground as we both fall off. I let out a yelp as I cling to Damion. He twists us so I’m on top of him and he lands with a grunt. I land on top of him, but it doesn’t hurt.

I lift my head from his chest and look up at him, he looks down at me and we start laughing.

A few moments pass and I realize he is looking at me laughing. I smile at him and lean in.

We meet in the middle and kiss. We fit perfectly together.

When we pull apart I immediately feel… incomplete.

“There are people who probably want to see you.” He whispers to me.

I gasp and my eyes widen. “Oh my God! Luca! And Kasey, and the guys!” I scramble off him and continue on my rant as I look for clothes.

“We’ve been up here fucking and my friends are waiting for me! Ugh!” I go into the

bathroom and quickly pee before going to the closet and pull on a pair of Damion’s boxers

and then a pair of black, tight joggers I left here. Then, I grab a gray sport bra and lastly a

white T–shirt of Damion.

A solid 25-35 percent of Damion’s closet has my clothes now. He doesn’t seem to mind, so I

don’t move them out.

“Relax, sweetheart. They know you turned and we would need some… time together.” He

says as he gets up of the floor and strolls into eh bathroom to take off the condom.

His ass is rock solid. Daaaamn.

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stop in my track and look at his naked back side. He is peeing right now and I am just glaring at him. I am honesty surprised his head hasn’t exploded yet because of how hard I am glaring