Pruitt
, Griff, and Uriah collapsed in a cuddle puddle of sweat and kisses.
“That was— whoa ,” said as he gasped for air. “I think I’m— whoa.”
“Whoa is right,” Griff whimpered. “Wh-what is that?”
“Don’t tell me you just bloody knotted in him,” Uriah chuckled.
“Knotted?” Griff asked, his eyes widening. “Y-you mean like a wolf? Is that what that is?”
“Oh, wow, babe,” gasped, realizing what was happening. “I-I’ve never done that before. I’m so sorry. Are you?—”
“It’s when a werewolf’s cock swells up and locks inside its mate,” interrupted the vampire. “Just like the anatomy of a wild wolf or a dog. Heard it only happens when a werewolf really loses control and enjoys himself. Imagine it can be a little painful at first.”
“It’s okay, . It’s—well, it’s certainly new,” Griff spoke softly. “And I don’t think I can move.”
“Pretty fucking hot if you ask me,” said Uriah. “Talk about total domination.”
Griff wrapped his arms around , careful to avoid his injury. The flesh wound was characteristic of a bite in its shape and form, but if asked, would have to admit that the occasionally sharp pains it produced were anything but normal. It seemed to throb in rhythm with his manhood as they lay there in the mess of their lovemaking, cherishing one another’s presence and grateful to see another night together.