Epilogue #3
I’m a blabbering, leaking mess by the time he’s got three fingers in me. I’m so close to coming, but Frankie isn’t letting me. He’s keeping me on that precipice of release, one hand on my waist to keep me from rocking my hips to get friction.
“Frankie!!” I whine, looking over my shoulder. Frankie looks down at me, a wicked smile on his lips as he slowly removes his fingers from my body. I whine again, my hole clenching on nothing, and I feel almost bereft from the emptiness.
He looms over me, the heat from his body making me shiver. That and the fact that something much thicker than his fingers is now nudging against my entrance. I shift, lifting my hips as a silent invitation to fill me.
He doesn’t make me wait long. He licks a line up my neck, his teeth nibbling at my earlobe as he pushes against me. The smallest of resistance gives way and he’s sliding inside of me, his thick length filling me up.
“Fuck, you feel so good, Seth. So fucking good,” Frankie whispers, rocking against me.
The slide against my inner walls has me mewling, lifting my hips to meet his shallow thrusts, but it’s not enough!
I whine, wiggling my hips, and he gets the hint.
Wrapping one arm under my chest, he gets to his knees, bringing me up with him until I’m on all fours.
“I have a surprise for you,” Frankie says, and I look over my shoulder at him, my brow furrowing.
“Now?”
Frankie chuckles as he tugs me up onto my knees until my back is flush against his chest. The angle has his dick stretching my rim, rubbing in all new ways inside of me. “Wave to the camera.”
I freeze, blinking in bewilderment as he points to a little black box taped to the headboard.
He then points to my desk, where another, much larger, camera is sitting.
Both cameras have a perfect view of us on the bed, and my dick leaks pre-cum at the realization that Frankie has set it up so that I can watch our mating as many times as I want in the future.
My eyes sting, and I have to blink back the tears threatening to fall. How am I so lucky to find someone who not only understands my kinks, but also doesn’t judge me for them? A man who will willingly kill for me and then spoil me with movie nights and ice cream.
I sniff, and Frankie tightens his hold. “You good?” I nod, swallowing the lump in my throat before I can answer.
“Yeah, but I need you to fuck me senseless now.”
Frankie lets out a huff, his hands drifting down my body as he slowly starts pumping into me, his dick rubbing deliciously against my prostate.
My cock is so hard it hurts, slapping against my stomach every time he bottoms out.
I desperately want him to wrap his hand around my length, but he bypasses it.
“As you wish.” The growl that rumbles from his chest brings a gasp from me, but not nearly as much as when he grabs my thighs in his hands and wrenches me up at the same time as he leans back onto his heels.
He fucks into me roughly, the slap of his hips meeting my ass echoing off the bedroom walls. My head falls against his shoulder, and I have to reach up and grasp the back of his head to keep from falling. Not that I doubt Frankie would ever let me fall.
“Oh fuck, are you…?” I don’t finish my sentence, my eyes popping wide as I feel him growing inside of me, his dick stretching me open more with every thrust. The burning stretch has my dick leaking pre-cum, the fluids sliding down my stomach.
I can hear his bone cracking over the slapping of our bodies, the coarse feel of his chest hair becoming sleeker and flowing across the rest of his body like water. I glance down my body, something tightening in my stomach as I see the black prick of claws gripping my thighs.
But what has my nuts drawing tight against my body is that, at this angle, I can see his dick as it disappears inside my body. His knot is already growing, pushing against my rim with each thrust.
“Fuck, fuck I’m going to come.”
“Not yet, little minx. Not until I’ve claimed you properly.
” He lets go of one of my legs and reaches up, curling his fingers around my balls and tugging them away from my body.
I arch, my mouth opening with a surprised groan.
The orgasm that had just been ready to break down the doors is receding, as if some great glass wall has been put in the way.
Frankie fucks into me faster, and I grip his fur for dear life. The pleasure that licks at my body has me feeling both hazy and entirely in focus, a weird in-between feeling that ratchets up each time Frankie buries himself to the hilt.
“You’re feeling the mate bond,” Frankie gasps, his hips pistoning faster.
“It feels fantastic.” I think I said that out loud. I’m not too sure, though, because that pleasure is tightening. Each time Frankie pushes his knot against my hole, I feel as if I’m climbing some tidal wave that’s hovering and waiting to crash across me.
How big is he in this form? I know he’s at least nine-feet tall, but, oh, fuck!
Frankie’s knot pushes hard against my rim, stretching me until I’m arching again, fingers scrabbling and grasping at Frankie’s fur at the intense pressure.
“Breath, my love.”
I gasp for breath, trying to get my brain to function enough to help, but all I can do is ride this insane high as I continue to stretch.
Then, with a nearly audible pop, he’s past my ring of muscle.
That pressure levels out, and I’m left staring at the ceiling, my mouth gaping open as his knot presses firmly against my prostate.
He still has a hold on my nuts, which is the only reason I haven’t come all over the place by now. My dick is so sensitive that every time Frankie’s fur brushes against the underside, I’m gasping, and another spurt of pre-cum leaks out.
Frankie is going to have to get a major grooming after this.
“Almost time now.” I whimper at that, knowing any second, Frankie’s fangs will sink into the skin of my shoulder. I don’t care if it hurts, because it means I’ll be bound to him for the rest of our lives.
His hips start to lose their rhythm, and he lets go of my balls to grab my thigh again, driving into me forcefully.
I don’t know what sets me off, the constant rubbing of his knot against my prostate, or the feel of his breath on my skin seconds before his fangs sink into the flesh of my shoulder, but I erupt.
The orgasm has me screaming until I run out of breath, the pleasure that was licking over my body turning into an inferno that ignites me, and all I am is sensation.
The silky feel of Frankie’s fur, the sharp prick of his claws, the stretch of my rim as his dick swells and spills his seed into me.
The pressure of his bite that’s hot but strangely not painful.
They all combine into an overwhelming explosion that has me feeling like I’m flying.
And all around me are tiny motes of golden dust and the smell of pine and earth.
“Seth, my love, my minx, are you with me?”
Frankie’s voice is rough and raspy, the voice of his wolf, and I smile with my eyes still closed. When did I close my eyes?
“I’m good. I’m beyond good. I’m…Wow,” I reply. My voice sounds strange to my ears, too loud but also muffled. Frankie laughs, wrapping his furred arms around me and nuzzling into my hair.
“Sleep. When you wake, we will celebrate.”
I hum happily, the post-nut afterglow lulling me into sleep. I can’t wait to wake up. To start my life with my mate.
The End