<h4>Chapter 118: Third Sex</h4>


    Dane’s POV


    With a guttural growl, I pulled out of her, my cock slick and aching, my chest heaving. She whimpered at the sudden emptiness, blindfolded and trembling.


    "Up," I ordered tenderly, gripping her bound wrists and yanking her to her feet.


    Her knees wobbled, but I didn’t give her time to steady herself. I dragged her around and bent her over the table, forcing her chest t against the cold wood. She gasped, her cheek pressing to the surface, her ass high in the air as I kicked her legs apart wider.


    "Perfect," I muttered darkly, running my hand down her back before gripping her hips tight. My cock pressed against her dripping entrance, teasing, sliding along her folds. She squirmed, whimpering, desperate for me to fill her again.


    "Dane, please—"


    I mmed into her in one brutal thrust, driving so deep she screamed against the table. Her bound hands wed at the surface, her body jolting with every merciless snap of my hips.


    The sound of skin pping, her muffled cries, and my guttural growls filled the room. I fucked her harder, deeper, each thrust rocking the table against the floor.


    "Take it," I roared, gripping her hips so tight I’d leave marks. "Take every fucking inch, Hailee. You’re mine."


    Her pussy clenched around me violently, her body shaking, her cries raw. She was breaking for me,ing undone, and it was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.


    I rubbed her clit again, never easing up, thrusting harder, angrier, until she screamed, her orgasm ripping through her as her walls mped down around me like a vice.


    Her body shook violently against the desk, her pussy clenching around me so tight I could barely breathe. I couldn’t hold back anymore. My cock throbbed deep inside her, and with a guttural growl I spilled into her, hot spurts of my release coating her walls.


    But even as I emptied part of myself inside her, I yanked out, not finished—not even close.


    "On your knees, baby," I ordered, my voice rough, ragged with lust.


    Her legs trembled, but I dragged her down, guiding her until she was kneeling before me, blindfold slipping crooked over her tear-streaked face. Her lips parted instinctively, waiting.


    I gripped the back of her head, tilting it up, and shoved my cock between her swollen lips. The second her mouth closed around me, I groaned, my release tearing free. Hot streams poured down her throat as I held her there, her bound hands twitching uselessly in herp while I fucked thest of my orgasm into her mouth.


    "Swallow it, baby girl," I snarled, my hips jerking as I spilled the final spurts. "Every drop, Hailee. Don’t waste me."


    She gagged, moaned, swallowed, her throat working desperately until I finally pulled free, panting, my cock slick with her spit.


    Her whole body copsed forward, trembling, exhausted. She would have crumpled to the floorpletely if I hadn’t caught her in my arms.


    "Easy," I murmured, pulling her against my chest, untying her wrists, tearing the blindfold away. Her eyes fluttered, dazed and glossy, her lips still red and swollen from me.


    I held her tight, one hand cradling the back of her head, my chest heaving as my wolf finally settled.


    "Are you okay?" I whispered hoarsely against her hair, rocking her gently.


    She was trembling, her skin hot and slick with sweat, chest heaving as if every breath cost her. I wrapped an arm around her, pulling her against me, holding her upright when she didn’t have the strength to hold herself.


    "Easy," I murmured against her temple, brushing the damp strands of hair from her face. "I’ve got you."


    She sagged into me, still shaking. I lowered us both onto the bed, pulling her onto myp and tucking the nket over her bare shoulders. She whimpered softly, and I kissed the crown of her head.


    "You did so well for me," I whispered, stroking her back slowly. My tone was softer now, all the sharp edges ofmand reced with warmth. "So fucking perfect."


    I reached for the water bottle set nearby and tilted it to her lips. "Sip," I urged gently, steadying it while she obeyed with trembling hands. I gave her time, then brushed my thumb along her jaw.


    Hershes fluttered, exhaustion tugging her under, but I kept her close, rocking her slowly, grounding her.


    "You’re safe," I promised. "We’re done. Just rest now. I’ll take care of you."


    Her breathing steadied, and I felt thest of the tension bleed out of her body. Her eyes were ssy but still searching for mine. I kissed her temple softly, rocking us both.


    "You did so well for me," I told her, letting my voice stay calm and low, anchoring her to the sound. "I’m so proud of you."


    When she blinked up at me, I made sure she saw the truth in my eyes—not dominance, not demand, just me.


    "It’s over now," I whispered. "You’re safe. With me."


    Her breaths evened out slowly, but I could feel the fragile edge of her still floating, her mind half in that hazy ce. I held her face between my palms, forcing her to look at me.


    "Where are you right now?" I asked gently.


    Her lips trembled. "W-With you..."


    "Good," I said, pressing my forehead to hers. "And who am I?"


    "Dane."


    She gave the faintest smile, though I could feel the lingering tremor in her body. I kissed her temple, letting silence cradle us for a moment longer before I forced myself to ask what I always did, even if part of me dreaded the answer.


    "Tell me," I murmured, my voice low, almost unsure. "How do you feel right now? Did I... go too far with you tonight?"


    Her lips parted, but no sound came at first, only a shaky breath. I held her tighter, not pressing, just waiting.


    "I need to know," I whispered. "Because your safety—your trust—means more to me than anything else we just did. If I pushed too hard, if I hurt you in a way you didn’t want, you have to tell me. I can take it."


    Her eyes shimmered, and slowly, she shook her head. "No... not too far." Her voice cracked, but it was steady enough. "It was intense, but... I wanted it. I needed it. And I knew you wouldn’t hurt me."


    Something inside my chest unclenched, relief flooding through me. Still, I searched her face, needing to be certain.


    "You’re sure?"


    Her hand came up, weak but deliberate, brushing my jaw. "I’m sure, Dane."


    I exhaled, pressing my forehead to hers. "Thank you for telling me," I said quietly. "I’ll always ask, and you can always be honest with me. That’s our rule. You hear me?"


    "Yes," she whispered, curling into me as if the conversation itself had given her morefort than the nket.


    As she melted in my arms, one truth burned through my chest like fire.


    I wasn’t letting her go. Not now. Not ever.