The Wolf (Everdark Tales #2)

12.

Queen

K nowing I’m in huge trouble, I’m afraid to even look at his cock… But I can feel just how gigantic it is, more eager than ever before, as it glides back and forth against my soaked folds, spreading its natural lubricant. His slick, veiny shaft throbs against me, teasing the most sensitive spots, radiating an almost searing heat against my skin. His growl vibrates in the air between us, low and feral, sending a shudder through my core.

“Alex, wait!” My voice trembles, catching in my throat, and I’m barely able to get the words out over my shallow breaths.

He doesn’t listen, and I know it’s too late now. “Wait?” His voice drips with dark amusement. “Didn’t you ask for a fucking beast? That’s exactly what you’re going to get, sweetheart.”

Fuck my life.

Lining his monstrous dick with my tiny opening, he presses the tip insistently against me. Impatient, he forces himself inside, inching just barely past the head. My mouth falls open in a silent scream and my thighs tense as a shocking sting travels all the way up to my head and leaves me dizzy. I already feel full, and the pressure is so intense it’s almost unbearable.

Yet, he doesn’t give me time to adjust. He lays his hands flat against the wall, thrusting his hips and impaling me further down on his shaft. It’s hard as steel, textured with the grooves of his thick, engorged veins rubbing against my constricted walls. It hurts, much more than I thought it would. Even as slick as we both are with a blend of our arousal fluids, it’s still a werewolf cock, larger than he’s ever been, being rammed inside my small human pussy.

But I don’t stop him.

Along with that pain, there’s also the delicious sensation of being stretched to the limits. My heart pounds in my chest, my skin prickles, nerve endings alight, and my breath catches in my throat with his every push. More adrenaline rushes through my veins as a shiver of terror mixed with strange, feral excitement ripples through me. It all comes together—pleasure mixed with pain, the fear, the taboo of it all, and finally, my love for him.

Inch by inch, he slides deeper, and I can tell he’s trying his best to be gentle enough not to kill me—literally.

“Look at you take me,” he murmurs with a rough admiration in his tone while he watches intently as I accept more and more of his rigid, swollen length inside me. “You love that big, fat cock in your tight little pussy. Don’t you, baby?” His words are full of dominance, and a flush spreads up my chest, heating my face as I nod, unable to speak. But he isn’t satisfied with that. “Say it,” he demands, piercing me with his eyes. “Tell me how much you love it.”

“Yes.” It’s more a whimper than a word, but he takes in the encouragement as he continues to penetrate me even deeper. The friction sends a mix of pain and electric thrill through my body, heightening my senses. That sweet stretch is still noticeable, my inner muscles grip him so tightly as if my tender pussy were trying to strangle him.

“Yes, what?” His tone sharpens, demanding.

“Oh, I love your cock inside me!” I gasp, and his gaze darkens further as my admission slips out.

We moan mutually when every part of him but the knot fills me, and we stay motionless for a while. But he can’t help himself, his instincts are in control tonight. He begins to rut in me, though, still somewhat holding back. His breathing is jagged, his muscles flexing under my hands as he presses forward, his length filling me more and more until I can barely breathe.

Perhaps I’m sick in my head to the point of debauchery, but to me, the fact that he puts so much effort into staying this restricted during the full moon is the biggest love confession he could ever give me.

I grip him so tightly, as if my body is trying to trap him there, holding onto every tiny part of him, and I keep moaning louder.

“Yeah, let me hear you.” He leans in, nipping on my neck… then my breasts, leaving his marks behind. “All those sweet little sounds you make are driving me crazy.”

The sting turns into a burn, then gradually a fire that spreads over my loins and flames across my entire body, consuming every part of me in the inferno of desire.

He notices the switch and gets more enthusiastic. “Fuck yes. Give me that sweet, wet cunt. Mmmm, you feel so damn good wrapped around my cock like the needy girl you are.”

At last, he starts pounding into me, a fast, primal rhythm that leaves no room for anything but his need. My head tips back, my vision blurring as my breath comes in thick, uneven gasps. The blood pulses in my ears, drowning out everything but the rhythmic slap of his body against mine, my heart thundering as wave after wave of ecstasy ripples up my spine, surging like electric currents.

“Don’t hide from me. I want to see that pretty face of yours while I ruin you.” The pads of his fingers dig into my jaw as he leans closer, tilting my head straight to look back at him. His lips grazing my ear when he asks, “Who owns your pussy?”

“You do,” I manage to choke out, shivering under his heated stare, feeling the satisfaction radiate through him as he resumes his brutal rhythm. No human man could match his hard and deep style of fucking. “God, Alex!” Squirming against him, my insides knotted in my lower abdomen, I yank at the loose chain dangling from his collar to get his attention. But it does nothing—he may even enjoy the pain caused by the silver. “It’s… too much. Ah! Too much,” I mewl, feeling how he rubs against my G-spot with the impossible speed.

“Too much?” He lets out a taunting laugh and doesn’t slow down the relentless tempo. “I fucking own you. And I own your pleasure too. We’re done when I say we’re done.”

“But… Fuck! You’re… I can’t… It’s too intense!”

“You wanted me like this, didn’t you?”

I agree breathlessly. His harshness is driving me delirious. I can already feel the buildup reaching its peak.

“You disobeyed me by coming here, little Red.” The sound of his voice, rough and commanding, fills me with both dread and exhilaration. The tip of his tongue flicks against my ear, and his hand slides lower, seizing my throat. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll never even think about opposing me again. And you’re going to take everything I give you.”

Every fiber of my being sings for him, drawn to his cruel yet wickedly hot words. He watches every fleeting expression that crosses my face, his possessive gaze drinking it all in as he continues to force his way deep inside. My body is trying to resist, but he only grins at the added pressure, seeming to relish the fight.

His thrusts grow even faster until my pussy clenches and I explode like an earthquake. My inner walls contract as I squirt around him, my orgasm rushing out in hot waves. My head falls back again, and I gaze blindly at the high ceiling, my eyes turning starry. Ecstasy like I never thought possible assails me.

“Fuck! Give in to me,” he half-orders, half-pleads.

I let go, falling apart completely for him, convulsing violently, wracked by the pleasure so intense that I can only scream.

“That’s it, baby. What a good girl you are. Oh, I love the way you come for me. You look so perfect.”

My spasms push his cock out of me, but he forces his way back in, rutting in and out with unrelenting fervor, riding out every last wave of my release. Each thrust is harder, rougher, and I can feel the power behind every inch of him as he loses himself in pleasure.

Somewhere between my loud moans, his guttural grunts, and the squelching noises as my body gives way to him, I hear the stone cracking under his strength. To save my back from the wall, he slips his hands underneath me, getting a firm hold on my body in his arms as he retreats backward.

However, that shred of his control quickly passes, and I feel a sharp pain and warm liquid trickling down my sides. I’m pretty sure he clawed me, but I can’t locate the source of the bleeding because the violent ecstasy takes over me once more. I keep coming, gushing down on him again and again. Every time I do, it rails him more, driving him further, and my pussy welcomes the intrusion more easily now as I get into a frenzy after him.

Through our bond, I get some flashes inside his head that he can’t block from me in his current state of mind. There are no coherent thoughts, just the absolute euphoria he feels. He can most likely sense what I feel, too, and it’s so pure amid this animalistic act.

He rams inside me, the force of each thrust making my head bob up and down, and my tits bounce. My hands cling to his flexed biceps, fingers digging in as I struggle to hold still, impaled on his shaft. He’s panting above my head, and as I look up at him, I notice the drool dripping down his bared fangs onto my chest. I feel overstimulated and I’m trying not to faint. Then I feel his swollen knot bumping against my entrance, desperately trying to push its way in.

It won’t fit, I manage to tell him telepathically, too high on pleasure to speak.

But my words only seem to excite him further. “It will,” he rasps, his voice a dark, possessive growl. “You were made for me. And you were made for this .” He tightens his grip on my hips, his claws digging into my ass cheeks as he spreads me so wide that I’m surprised I don’t tear. “Open yourself for me and let me claim what’s mine. I need to breed your pussy.”

Something gives, and he edges his knot past the opening, then my muscles instinctively clench, sucking it further in, accepting him as he bottoms out. I sob, my body quivering uncontrollably, feeling more full than I ever thought possible. It almost feels like I’m being ripped in half on the inside. It’s painful yet so terrific at the same time. His hard length presses deep within me, every inch claiming me, and I can feel the steady throb of him pulsing against my inner walls. His presence inside me is so intense it’s as though he’s reached my very core.

“Oh, Alex, you’re so deep I can feel you in my belly.” I cry out with tears rolling down my cheeks, my vision blackens.

“You can scream all you want, but nobody can save you, you helpless little thing,” he whispers darkly, his breath hot against my ear. His words sink into me, and I can’t deny the twisted thrill it gives me, that has me arching into him, helplessly wrapped around him. Then he rears back. “You thought you could handle a beast? Show me how you do it. Make me proud.” And plunges even deeper inside me, making me squeal.

A flash of brand-new panic jolts through me when I realize his knot is still going to grow—I’m frightened he will tear me apart. I pry my eyes open and look at him through the haze, but he is too far gone to find any mercy.

He fucks in and out of my tight little cunt a few more times, rearranging my insides. His furry sheath grinds against my clit, creating maddening friction, and his full balls slap against my ass cheeks. With a final push, he enters me to the hilt, then stills, his body trembling as he holds me, panting like a rabid animal. His girth stretches me to the absolute limit as his knot expands, locking us together. His thick pulsing cock is buried deep enough to open my cervix. There’s so much pressure, even my asshole clenches to accommodate his size. It hurts like absolute hell, but there’s also an immense sense of completion that brings me nothing but satisfaction.

What comes next is new, but not surprising. He tosses his head back and… howls . But what surprises me is that I instantly come, overtaken by the wildness of the moment as my juices drip down the inside of my thighs. My pussy grips him so tightly he can’t pull out even if he tries to. And I can’t stop coming, making a mess all over him.

“Fuck, Julia!” he groans, his voice rough with emotion as his climax surges. “Oh, it feels amazing. I’m com—” His voice breaks, hot spurts of cum unload inside me, his warmth filling me to the brim, thick and endless. “That’s my girl. Take every last drop right in your womb.” He exhales sharply, his husky voice softer, yet still edged with that dark possessiveness.

I shudder in his arms, my body wanting him to make it stop, feeling like I’m overflowing, but our connection is airtight.

“Don’t try to fight it. You’re not going anywhere until I’m finished with you.”

I can’t find the strength to struggle and take all that he gives, as my cunt milks his cock with rhythmic contractions around him.

“Mmmm, just like that. You’re doing so well, sweetheart,” he praises me, greatly satisfied, more of his seed flooding me. “Every part of you exists to please me, and you’re doing it perfectly right now.” His hand slides up and down my full, bulging belly as he holds my limp body with just one palm closed around my waist. “You’re such a precious little girl. I’m so proud to call you mine ,” he whispers softly to me, and I melt away in his grip.

Still knotted inside me as he continues to release, he wraps me more securely in his arms. He takes me to our chamber, where he lies on his back, with me on top, letting my body relax. Although I know it’s not possible, he seems exhausted too—still panting, sprawled on the mattress while holding me close.

I’m half-asleep when I feel the stretch slowly subsiding, but we stay connected for quite a while longer.

Finally, his knot slips out with a wet plop. His shaft follows as he pulls out, then rolls me over onto my back. His release mixed with my own oozes out of me, and I watch him watching it. His eyes are back to being gold but I don’t know how long he can keep his control.

His gaze slowly pans higher and he starts licking my skin. I realize he’s closing all the scratches and bite marks he left. And I know he must feel terrible, but I truly can’t feel anything other than ecstasy, trembling beneath his lightest touch.

Misinterpreting my reaction, he tries to move away but I catch his forearm, yanking at it with all the energy I have left, to pull him back toward me.

“Stay,” I whisper with a soft, pleading look.

He hesitates, then protests, “I can only heal open wounds, not bruises,” his tone is low, almost pained. “And certainly not internal damage. Fuck! Don’t ask me to hurt you more than I already have.”

“Alex, this was the best sex of my life,” I say, quiet but honest. “I mean, it always is with you… but this one—”

“It was incredible for me too,” he assures me, his voice softer now, though his look is filled with concern. “But I don’t want to break you. Rest now.”

“Cuddle me,” I murmur, close to tears—I'm not exactly sure why, but the fading adrenaline leaves me feeling some type of way. “Please, just… Please!”

He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls my back tighter against his solid chest, spooning me. He’s so huge now, I sink into his fur entirely. My mind drifts in and out of consciousness as I lay there spent, covered in sweat and blood and cum, feeling empty yet full at the same time.

I’m not entirely convinced whether it’s just a dream when I feel him humping between my thighs from behind.

“Alex, I can’t take you again in this form,” I mumble weakly. As incredible as the sex was, I’m only human. “You’re going to rip my pussy apart.”

I feel the tip of his cock probing between my butt cheeks, and I try to jerk away, but he holds me possessively.

“Give me your ass,” he murmurs seductively into my ear, and a shiver runs down my spine—part excitement, part fear. There’s no way in hell we can even attempt that right now in his mega form.

“You’re too gigantic for me…”

He stifles his growl biting into my neck as he tries to get a hold of himself. But I already drift back to sleep, trusting him wholly.

When I wake up with the huge urge to pee, he’s no longer here. It’s always dark in the Veil, but I know it’s still nighttime because he’ll be by my side, apologizing, first thing after the sun rises… somewhere.

I head to the bathroom to do my business and freshen up a bit. Upon looking in the mirror, I realize it’s worse than I thought—and it’ll look even uglier once all the bruises fully develop, turning black and blue.

I wash off, letting the hot water soothe my sore muscles and ease the tension, even if only slightly. After I finish, not bothering with pajamas, I pull a cover over myself and drift back to sleep, surrounded by Alex’s rich, musky scent.