The Wolf (Everdark Tales #2)

13.

King

I can’t fucking believe her!

What was she thinking?

I could’ve seriously injured her. Killed her, matter of fact. The silver wasn’t able to restrain me, although it slowed me down just enough not to split her in half. I should’ve gone away with Edwin and his boys. But she can be damn sure that next time I’ll hide somewhere on the opposite end of the world.

Have I always wanted to take her this rough? Yes. Was it the best sex we ever had? Fuck yes. Do I feel like a piece of shit? That’s also a yes.

I can’t stop beating myself up as I head back upstairs to check on her after I make sure the lunar influence has no longer a hold on me. I wasn’t even strong enough to give her a proper aftercare when she needed it. I had to leave her alone because I couldn’t trust myself around her… What a sorry husband I’ll be.

I shift into my human form, just in case she is too afraid of the beast—thankfully, it’s much easier for me to hold that shape right after the full moon, even with my emotions running so high. But she’s still asleep when I enter the chamber, lying on her side in this vastly oversized for her tiny stature bed.

Approaching, I notice how peaceful she is, which gives me a tiny inkling of hope that I didn’t completely scare her away.

And then I lift the covers to examine the damage.

Fucking shit.

My eyes roam over her naked body in horror. Her fair skin almost glows in the hues of the Northern Lights, brightening the room, but there are too many dark spots from forming bruises. I know it probably looks worse than it actually is, but I fucking did this to her. And it’s only the physical damage, but what about her heart? Does she finally see me as a monster? Will she hate me now?

I growl low in my chest, furious with myself. How do I even apologize for that?

For a moment, I consider calling her name, to coax her awake and start groveling. But I shouldn’t disturb her sleep. I know she’s exhausted and needs to rest.

As I stand there, another realization hits me—how beautiful she is. So vulnerable. So fragile. And it drives me mad with want. The beast inside me claws at my chest, the hunger never leaves. Oh, I want her so badly… How can I still want her like this? After what I did to her, what kind of brute does that make me?

Yet, something is so intoxicating about this moment. The air is thick with anticipation, and I can’t help but admire the gentle rise and fall of her chest, the way her sweet breath creates a soft rhythm that fills the quiet space. I’m curious what she’s dreaming of this deeply… I dream only of her.

Feeling heat rush through me, I swallow hard and kneel on the mattress beside her. With my heart pounding in my chest, I lean over her slightly, hovering close. I wonder if she can sense me watching her—always watching her—but she seems unaware of the magnetic effect she has on me. All I yearn for is to please her. To help her forget the pain. To ensure she feels safe and loved with me.

I hesitate, caught between the urge to reach out and the respect for her space. But, consumed by the need, I can’t resist touching her. I take my time, savoring every second, feeling the supple curve beneath my hand as it slides up her leg onto her hip. I gently nudge her onto her back to inspect her further.

She now lays splayed before me, and I can see more bruises on her inner thighs where our bodies slammed together last night. Situated between her legs, I pull them farther apart with my knees, my fingers gliding over the silky skin, caressing every inch of her soft, warm flesh. I get a good look at the pink, puffy lips of her tiny pussy, and my breath catches in my throat. She must be sore, she looks so swollen.

Still, very appetizing… very tempting.

My fingers tremble slightly as I spread her folds, revealing her fully to me. With shivers running down my spine, I moan as I marvel at the sight. Her body instinctively responds to my touch, inviting and relaxed, the sweet scent of her arousal inebriating my senses. Collecting the pooling moisture at her entrance with my fingertips, I trail up to her clit and begin teasing it in slow circles.

Wanting to ensure she’s comfortable and enjoying this as much as I am, I shift my gaze to her sleeping face, searching for any sign of how she’s feeling. She stirs a tiny bit, letting out a delicate sigh that sends a snapping jolt of electric current through my core. But her breath evens out after just a short moment, and she drifts off again.

I don’t stop touching her, though, admiring the way she lays there, trusting and fully open for me. My fingers continue to work around her sensitive, hardening clit, rubbing more assertively but never putting enough pressure right on the spot, building her up steadily. Her rich, heady scent now soaks the air completely, a heavenly fragrance that ignites a hunger within me.

Captivated by her heaving breasts, I bend my head and lick at one pink nipple, getting it fully erect before opening my mouth and taking it between my teeth. I gently tug, then suck, twirling my tongue around her tasty rigid bud. I hear her sharp intake of breath as I bite again, this time a little harder. I pull back just enough to look at her, wanting to drink in the sight of her face—still asleep, though, somehow, more aware.

I give in to the primal urge to toy with her further. Nibbling at her flesh, I leave a wet trail across her chest as I move my mouth to her other breast. Simultaneously, my fingers glide lower and dance around the opening of her pussy again, her heat blazing and more of her wetness under my fingertips.

To feel her like this is… way beyond my wildest fantasies. To be able to touch her without worrying about my claws, to use my lips to kiss her, suck her, bite her. I don’t even have to fight the beast—he seems satisfied enough with what’s happening. Then there’s also the thrill of trying not to wake her yet wanting her to be fully conscious of this at the same time.

I can’t take it, and I slide my middle finger inside her silky embrace. She’s so fucking tight, and hot, and wet… I curse quietly with my mouth around her nipple, then straighten to watch how I continue to explore her. I add my ring finger, adoring how her inner muscles clench as I press against her sweet spot.

Julia reacts instantly—her body arches off the mattress, her legs tremble, and a soft gasp escapes her lips. I savor the moment, my ability to elicit such an intense response even in her sleep fuels my desire further.

I almost forgot what it felt like as a human, but my cock is hard as a rock, beginning to throb as the urgency surges through me. I wrap my free hand around my rigid shaft and start jerking off, leisurely sliding the foreskin back and forth over the bulbous head to relieve some of the tension. My eyes are locked on her, watching her pink pussy glisten in the soft light, stretched by my fingers. The vision stirs every primal instinct within me, my lust for her is all-consuming, driving me wild.

With each stroke, I feel the pulse of the veins quickening, the pressure building in my balls. But I keep a steady and deliberate rhythm that matches the rising waves of pleasure I see in her face. My fingers pump in and out of her tender cunt, moving in perfect sync with the motion of my hand around my cock, mirroring the unspoken connection we share.

But I want more .

I’m overwhelmed by the need to claim her… to feel how her inner walls wrap around me. Pulling my fingers out and shifting them back up to play with her now engorged clit, I position myself closer and line my tip with her dripping pink hole. The warmth of her flesh on mine is better than I imagined, and I can’t help but push forward just a little—not entering her but enough for the sensation of her wet pussy against my human dick to send a shock through my entire body, like a bolt of lightning. The moment feels suspended in time, charged with electricity.

What if I just…

No.

I may be strong right now with keeping this form, but I’m not that strong. I’d shift right away and wake her up to a manic beast fucking her, which doesn’t really fit my plan of not scaring her.

I hold back.

Instead, I bow my head and press my lips to the gentle curve of her belly, just below her navel, savoring the warm, sweet skin that makes my mouth water. I kiss again, an inch lower, feeling the gentle rise and fall of her abdomen beneath my lips. And again, lower still. Each kiss is intentional and lingering, drawing out little moans from her while I focus on her experience.

Finally reaching her center, I dive between her legs. Initially, I let my shaky breath caress her smooth mound, inhaling her potent aroma. I lay on my stomach with my hands gripping her thighs firmly yet lovingly, spreading them wider as I pull her closer. My lips brush against hers, tasting her essence that blooms on my tongue as I place wet, open-mouth kisses all over her pussy.

I fucking love her delectable flavor. My hips jerk, hitting the bed in a shallow thrust, and I can’t help but rub my throbbing cock against the sheets. She’s pushing me into a craze.

My tongue flicks out, teasing her folds, swirling and dancing softly at first, then delving deeper, each stroke a tender caress that draws quiet, sleepy whimpers from her. Her pulse is quickening, her body arching and twisting, but I keep her wide open for me, her skin flush beneath my palms, holding her steady. I feed on her sweetness with growing hunger. I alternate between tender kisses and deeper, more fervent glides of my tongue, my mouth moving in a rhythm that matches the urgency building in her tensing body.

I’m lost in her… in the way she responds stronger now. I can feel her muscles quivering under my ministrations as she writhes beneath me, and my intensity heightens. Unhurriedly, I circle her soaked entrance before dipping my tongue into her core, curling it inside her, and dragging it along the front wall of her narrow passage. Her pussy contracts around me as I hit the spot, and she mouths a breathy plea for more, half-awakened by the pleasure. I repeat it a couple of times, then pick up the pace and tongue her until she begins to tremble, her hips moving against me in need.

But I stop. I know she’s teetering on the edge, and I want to prolong it. Pulling back, I flick my tongue down, rimming her tiny asshole until she’s all relaxed, then return up her slit before locking my mouth around her clit. Sucking it gently, I press my tongue flat against the pulsing nub, teasing it with firm, circular swirls. Her pelvis arches high off the bed as she cries out—a cute, desperate sound that fills the room. I have to reach down and grab my dick to give it a squeeze, pulling the foreskin down, my pre-cum leaks all over the sheet.

With a gentle bite, I take her swollen clit between my teeth, using just enough pressure to force a louder moan out of her. I can feel her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer to her pussy. So I alternate between sucking, biting, and licking as I pour every ounce of my energy into bringing her to that peak.

“Oh yes, baby,” she mewls, and I melt. It’s silly but she never called me that before and it does something for me. “Keep doing that…”

Ravaging her until I’m out of breath, lapping and slurping her flowing juices, I sense the moment she tips over the brink at last. And when she breaks for me at last, her body convulses in waves of ecstasy while her release gushes down on my tongue. She cries out my name, each syllable a beautiful song of bliss, and I keep my mouth on her, coaxing every last tremor from her body, drinking in every rush of her pleasure.

As the tides of her orgasm begin to ebb, she gently pushes me away, getting overstimulated. I place a few kisses on the inside of her thighs before she closes her legs. I then shift back up her body, planting soft, reverent smooches along her skin, tracing a path from her belly to her chest. I take my time, kissing each of her breasts, feeling the heat of her skin against my lips as I graze my teeth over her hard nipples, toying with them sensually with my tongue. I watch as her eyes flutter open, still hazed with pleasure but filled with affection— So. Fucking. Stunning.

Leaning in closer, I capture her lips with mine, kissing her passionately. Moaning into me, she tastes her own sweetness on my tongue, and our breaths collide in a warm rush.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper hoarsely. “I’m so fucking sorry.”

“Shh, stop apologizing.” She dismisses it, taking my cheeks between her hands. “Alex, hey! Look at me.”

I do, and she smiles at me, locking her gaze with mine.

“I love your handsome face…” Her dainty fingers trail across the curve of my jaw, grazing my thick facial hair while migrating onto my mouth. “I love your lips…” She kisses me softly, brushing my hair from my forehead, then scratches my scalp. Her loving touch is soothing but I can’t shake off the guilt.

“Julia, I caused you pain.”

“Pain? It’s nothing, just a few bruises,” she tells me. “I’m not made of glass.”

“But you are… to me,” I try to reason with that loon woman. She can’t be that guileless to not realize I could’ve crushed her with ease.

“I wanted you like this. And it was amazing.”

Yes, I’m aware she wanted it, but that doesn’t change the fact that I knew better. Or that I’ve hurt her.

“Besides,” she continues with a sparkle in her eyes, “now we know what to expect when we make a baby.”

My brain shuts down, and I seize her mouth again, which she reciprocates with matched eagerness. Wrapping my arms around her, I pull her tighter, feeling the rise and fall of her chest against mine—the feeling of her nipples brushing my naked skin is out of this world. She’s still so adorably tiny next to me, even in this form. My hands wander over her curves, tracing the outline of her waist, the slope of her hips, the warmth of her thighs… then, I part her legs again, nearing her pussy.

“Don’t tell me things like that,” I rasp against her lips, almost losing my cool and shifting from excitement.

“Don’t kiss me like that,” she quickly retorts before invading my mouth deeper, keeping me grounded in the moment.

While our tongues continue to battle for dominance, I slowly slide my fingers inside her constricted channel. She bucks her hips into my hand, her fists closing tighter in my hair as I begin to thrust back and forth.

I can’t focus on anything else but the lingering idea. “Would you want a baby?” I ask, not even hiding the enthusiasm in my tone.

“It’s all I can think about…” she admits, blushing deeply. “Is it because of the heat?”

“Technically, you’re out of heat after the ovulation until the next cycle.”

“Then I guess that’s your answer.” Fuck me. “I mean, I know you said you’re not ready to share me, but—”

Not letting her finish, I mesh our lips together once more, still working tirelessly inside her pussy, her inner muscles clenching around me. I withdraw my ring finger, then direct it to her other hole, inching my way in.

As her body arches slightly in response, I savor the way she’s opening up under my touch. Her hands slip down to the sheets, gripping them in anticipation, her breaths quickening, and I pause for just a second, letting her adjust, drawing out the moment.

“Does this feel good?”

“Yes, it feels really good… Don’t stop… I’m so close.”

“Oh, yeah? Are you going to come for me again?” I taunt, but I already know the answer.

I slide my index finger into her clenching pussy along with the other, then add my pinky inside her sweet, tight ass, stretching her more and more. Placing my thumb onto her pulsing clit, I begin to finger-fuck her, stimulating every nerve ending in her tensing body and pushing her further into ecstasy. Feeling her hips lift to meet me, I deepen my touch, responding to her movements with a more insistent rhythm. I pull my face back just enough to watch how both her little holes are invaded by my long fingers, and after a few more thrusts, she reaches her orgasm, thrashing violently underneath me.

The sounds she makes—soft whimpers and little cries—fuel my flaming desire. My dick throbs against her thigh, dripping more pre-cum at the tip, with my balls drawn up against the thick base. Reaching for it, she massages the vein underneath the shaft, and I groan loudly.

“My God!” She pants, shifting her fingers up. “Mmmm, you have such a nice, big cock. Oh, and it’s so hard and dripping for me.” Smearing the leaking moisture around the swollen head, she gently rubs the frenulum with her thumb.

Squirming, I have to stop her, covering her hand with mine. “Fuck, you’re going to make me cum too fast.”

She giggles but doesn’t make any snarky comments. Grabbing the back of my nape with her other hand, she draws me closer to her lips again. While she kisses me with fervor, I build her up for yet another climax, never stopping pumping my fingers inside her.

“Alex, make love to me,” she suddenly whispers with her lips on my neck, nibbling gently as if marking me.

I freeze, staring deeply into her eyes. “You know I won’t be able to keep this form.”

“Just try,” she begs, practically sobbing. “You’re doing so well this far. Please?”

How could I ever resist her cute face?

I pull my fingers out of her. “Taste yourself.”

She obliges like a good girl she is and sucks my fingers clean.

I then position myself between her legs, resting on my hands above her, and she rubs herself against me impatiently like a good needy girl she is.

My cock slides up and down her slit, and I watch intently how her pussy lips spread out over my shaft, the sensation of her soft flesh rubbing against mine sending tingles down my spine.

“You feel so fucking wonderful,” I growl, my voice thick with lust as I grind into her faster. “Shit! You’re soaking me. I love how eager your body gets for me.”

“Ah! Alex, please! I need you inside me.”

I enter her hot wetness in one, smooth thrust, which we both welcome in a mutual moan, her walls wrapping perfectly around me to accommodate my size. I tilt my head back, feeling the raw pleasure surge within me, and I begin to shudder as the beast tries to climb his way out.

“Stay with me…” Her hands trace the veins up my forearms, then my flexed biceps before moving onto my chest, massaging my firm pectoral muscles. “You’re so sexy,” she compliments, sliding her hands lower across my hard abs.

I notice how her pupils dilate as she lustfully watches my fit physique—which, quite possibly, makes me blush. Like the beast, I’m built from strength and power, muscles carved by the primal force that runs through me, shaping my body in ways no human could ever replicate. But she never looked at the beast like this before, though not once have I doubted her attraction.

Her eyes meet mine, her lips part, her breasts heave up and down… and her sweet little cunt tightens around my cock, getting even wetter.

“I love you,” I rasp, backing out my hips to thrust into her again, harder this time.

“I love you,” she says back, attacking my lips once more.

And one more thrust before I find a rhythm.

“Oh, baby!” she moans, and I almost lose it at the stupid word. “Your cock feels fantastic inside my pussy.” Her hands move onto my back and wander down my spine, tracing all the working muscles along the way. “Breed me,” I hear her seductive whisper against my ear as she wraps her legs around my hips, pulling my full weight on top of herself, and my length crams deep inside her.

“Mmmm, fuck!” I press wet kisses along her throat, trying not to shift. “You want me to fill that pretty little pussy with my cum, hmm?”

“Yes! Alex, yes. Please give it to me.”

My movements become more frantic, more desperate, and she matches me thrust for thrust. I feel her nails digging into my skin and leaving marks across my back. And every little thing she does is so hot, driving me to the edge. Although I want to make it last, it’s becoming physically painful for me to keep this form.

And she’s not making it any easier. “Oh, harder!” she moans feverishly. “Don’t hold back. Show me how much you crave me.”

I slide my hands under her to grab her ass. Kneading her juicy cheeks, I lift her hips and spread her wider. I now hit her G-spot with each stroke while my ring finger probes her asshole and edges its way back in. She’s so slick with her dripping juices that I easily squeeze in my middle finger next, stretching her so good. My balls slap noisily against her flesh as I rut faster and faster until she turns senseless, her pretty face contorted with raw passion.

“Come for me, darling,” I murmur, attacking her lips to give her a final push. “Let me see how good this cock makes you feel.”

She unravels while we kiss into another wild orgasm, her essence rushing down the inside of her thighs, drenching me completely.

Feeling her grip my dick and drinking all the sweet cries from her lips, I’m unable to contain the beast any longer. I manage to pull out my fingers in time before I shift.

Not breaking our connection, my throbbing shaft grows rapidly inside her, stretching her without warning, extending her climax.

“Feel me?” I rasp against her ear. “Feel how deep I am? That’s where I’ll leave every drop—in your belly, right where it belongs.”

I join her in just a few thrusts, forcing my swollen knot inside before shooting the first thick wads of cum against her contracting inner walls, growling, “Fuck, you have the best cunt. You’re milking me so perfectly.” I look at her through the haze of pleasure. “That’s it, take me. Take everything I give you. Ah, I want to put a baby in you so badly.”

Careful not to scratch her, I grasp the headboard while my knot continues to expand, drawing more release from my balls with each pulse. I inhale a few deeper breaths, engulfed in mind-blowing ecstasy, then check on her. “Are you okay?” I ask softly, brushing her hair back from her flushed face.

Her eyes are shut, a delirious smile playing on her lips as she replies, “Never better.”

I turn us to the side, and she nestles into my arms, tossing her thigh over my waist, while we remain tied together.

“You know, I love these moments,” she murmurs contentedly, her voice drowsy. “It’s the best cuddle.”

I purr just a little, still releasing in her but slower now. “I love it too.”

“And guess what? I had you in your every form.” She giggles softly.

“Well…”

“No,” she cuts me off immediately before I say anything more. “That’s never going to happen.”

I can live with that. I wouldn’t even attempt to fuck her as a wolf. Licking? Yes . But that’s where I draw the line myself.

We both stay quiet, savoring the feeling of lingering intimacy.

“Would you really want to carry an heir for me?” I ask after a pause, my voice low with emotion.

“Of course,” she answers without hesitation.“I never really thought much about it before, but now, I can’t think about anything more exciting than starting a family with you. I love you so much.”

My heart swells in my chest, and for a brief moment, I get lost in the fantasy. "It will be either a werewolf or a witch. You realize that, right?"

"It will be perfect." Without question. “Are you ready?” she bounces the question back to me, her eyes searching mine. “I know you wanted to wait.”

“Because I want to be able to care for my kid without fearing that I might hurt it just by holding it.”

“You’re doing much better as a human,” she says gently, her hand brushing lightly against my furry chest.

“Hardly,” I counter with a dry laugh, shaking my head.

“You are though!” she insists, her tone encouraging. “Is that the only reason?”

No. The truth is that I’m terrified to bring a child into such an uncertain future. With hunters and their modern technology. With Lilith lurking in the dark. But I don’t tell Julia any of that—she has enough to worry about.

I nuzzle into her curls, enthralled by the scent of sex on her, and I whisper, “Yes. And I can’t wait to have my pup growing in your tummy, baby. Mmm, you’re going to look so sexy pregnant.”