Chapter 39

Lyra

Okay.

Okay, walk normal.

Just walk fucking normal, Lyra.

One foot in front of the other. That’s all it is. You’ve been doing this since, like, birth. Just… move.

Don’t limp.

Don’t clutch the wall like you just got wrecked in a closet by your best friend’s dad.

Even though that’s exactly what the fuck just happened.

Fuck.

I could still feel it.

His knot had finally popped free but oh my god, my pussy was still so stretched. So sore. So used. I felt ruined.

Like he’d turned my cunt into a sleeve that only fit his cock now. Like I couldn’t close my legs properly. Like my body hadn’t realized the sex was over.

I was leaking.

Leaking.

I could feel his cum sliding down the inside of my thigh with every. single. step.

It was hot.

Wet.

Sticky.

Fucking endless.

Like his cock hadn’t just knotted me, but claimed my womb and decided to stay.

I wasn’t wearing pantie