Chapter 68.

Destinee POV.

“Titus, harder. Fuck me.” I moaned out as he took me against the kitchen countertop. A moment ago we were making food before my heat called out again. It has been five days. Five days of feral sex. The bedroom has been destroyed and there was no surface in the packhouse that hasn’t had me fucked on or bent over.

We have caused thousands of dollars of damage, but it has been worth it.

Titus pulls out of me and picks me up, running me back upstairs to the destruction of our bedroom. The bed is on the floor, feathers and stuffing strewn everywhere. Broken glass and mirror shards glitter on the floor and units.

Body sized holes are in the walls, and the floor and furniture have claw marks and wood missing.

Titus walks me to what was the bed and puts me down. He enters me again, but he pulls me up, my legs resting over his thighs.

Fangs bared, and claws extended. I grind my hips on him, the familiar feeling washes over me. I lick and suck his neck, and he shivers and moans.

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