Chapter 19
NINETEEN
Gryff
Honey’s heat wakes me three more times through the night.
The first time she’s only had about twenty minutes’ sleep. My knot starts to soften, and I slip from her body with a gush of moisture and she whimpers, head tossing on the pillow.
I try to soothe her, drawing her close, stroking my hand over her silky-soft hair. She’s too restless to keep still, though, and soon she slings her leg over mine, humping my thigh until she wakes with a moan.
By that point my cock is hard as a steel bar again and it’s a relief to push her onto her back and sink back into her slick-coated pussy.
She takes me easily, my way lubricated by the copious amount of liquid she’s producing.
She really is a true omega. Something that’s become quite rare in these days of interbreeding with humans.
Werewolf sex education covers how to care for an omega during heat, though, and I know what to do for her. I waste no time before giving it to her.
Somewhere around two in the morning, when I’m rutting her for the third time with her prone body beneath me and my hips pumping furiously into her, it occurs to me there’s going to come a point where the heat passes and I won’t have access to this sweet little cunt ever again.
Not if I stick to my resolve not to mate her.
The thought makes my fangs grow into sharp points and the fur sprout in tufts from the back of my neck and all up my arms. A low growl rumbles in my chest.
Beneath me, Honey moans. Belatedly I realize the partial shift has caused my cock to swell too, keeping pace with the growth of the rest of my body. I have her pinned to the bed so I can fuck her thoroughly, but she lifts her hips anyway and lets out a cry of pleasure.
I’m torn. It’s clear she needs my wolf. The extra size might very well end her heat.
It will also leave her sore and possibly torn.
She was a virgin before tonight, for fuck’s sake.
After so much fucking, not even the extra slick she’s producing will be enough to keep her from feeling this tomorrow.
I hate that. Hate the thought of causing her pain.
Honey whimpers, clutching the bedding. “Mmm, keep doing that.”
Fuck. How do I refuse her when she’s begging me for it?
Concentrating for a moment, I let the shift take over. My bones lengthen and realign themselves, my skin ripples, and hair sprouts all over while my face lengthens into a snout. Inside Honey, my cock swells to twice the size until her snug walls have to stretch to their limit to fit me.
She makes an incoherent noise into the pillow. I lean closer, drawing in her scent, grazing sharp teeth gently against the bare nape of her neck. “Is this what you want, babygirl?”
She shudders. “Yes, Gryff.”
I snarl. “Yes, Daddy, when my cock’s inside you.” I shouldn’t go saying shit like that, encouraging her to pander to my stupid ego, taking what I want from her. This is supposed to be about her, about what she needs. Not about me.
That doesn’t change the fact that my knot swells when she clenches around me and nods frantically. “Yes, Daddy.”
Fucking fucked. That’s what I am. I’ve fucked myself royally for life after Honey. Now that I’ve been inside her sweetness, heard her moan while she cums on my cock, there is life before and whatever comes after. Everything has just been split in two. Me included.
Unable to help myself, I lean in further, driving myself into her ruthlessly. “That’s right, sweet one. And I’m going to take care of you, alright?”
She moans again, and I know she’s close.
A few more violent thrusts and she crests the edge of the orgasm she couldn’t find. Her body spasms, and I have to hold her down so I can keep fucking her through it, knowing she needs this, knowing I have to use her hard.
Least that’s what I tell myself as the pleasure overtakes me; as my balls tighten and I give a hoarse shout and empty them into her; as my knot swells and locks us together one more time.
When the spasms of her orgasm cease, I lean forward and brush a gentle kiss between her shoulder blades. Honey mumbles something, but I think she’s already gone back to sleep.
Lucky really. I shouldn’t be giving into bullshit like soft kisses, like pet names and sweet touches. I should keep this businesslike, neighborly.
I bark a harsh laugh, and Honey stirs under me. Neighborly! This ceased being neighborly as soon as I pushed my fingers into her luscious cunt in that hardware store and made her cum all over my hand.
With a sigh, I roll us onto our sides and adjust her until she can be as comfortable as possible.
We’re still locked together by the thick swell of my knot—larger still now that I’m shifted.
Gently I brush her hair out of her face, careful to keep my claws from scratching her.
Just a few more hours. I can stay out of my head for a few more hours and give her what she needs. I can.
It’s absolute torture how small and sweet she feels in my arms while I’m in this form. Her nude curves curl against me, inviting my hands to stray. Over hip and leg, between her dampened thighs.
She sighs and pushes her rounded ass back against me, and I quickly snatch my hand away. She needs to rest while she can. All too soon she’ll be awake again and needy. I should keep my hands to myself, not paw her like a fucking animal.
Gods, how greedy can one werewolf be?
Once my knot recedes the next time, I manage to slip away for a moment to find an ice pack to slide between her thighs.
I hate the thought of her sore and aching in the morning because of me.
This should help a little. I set some water by the bed, then find some candies at the back of my cupboard and set those out for her too.
She’s going to be starving in the morning.
I remember that from class as a young wolf.
It’s funny. I remember so much, but I don’t remember anyone ever telling me about the twisting pain deep within my chest when I crawl softly back into bed and she turns to snuggle against me, her nose burying in my chest fur and her toes tucked beneath my thighs.
Tentatively I put my arm over her and bring her closer still.
She sighs and her body relaxes, drifting back into deep sleep again.
I reach for my phone to check the time. It must be getting close to morning by now.
She needs to sleep while she can. When I finally stretch far enough to snag it from the floor where I tossed it last time she needed me, I nearly drop the damn phone on my own face.
I’m lying here with Honey, my cum probably still leaking from her well-fucked pussy, and there’s a message from Bill staring at me accusingly from the notifications bar.
Fuck!
I toss the phone away hastily just in case Bill can somehow see through the screen.
Guilty, guilty, guilty. I’m such a piece of shit for doing this to my friend’s daughter.
But when Honey snuggles closer and brushes the tip of her nose through my fur, I can’t force myself to regret it. At least I’ll always have this. I’ll always have the memory of what it felt like to have my mate in my arms, if only for just one night.
As the sun starts to wink over the treetops and I’m certain Honey won’t need me for a little while, I drag myself out of her arms and into the living room. She’ll sleep better without the scent of my musk now that the worst of her need has passed. I’ll hear her if she needs me.
At least that’s what I assume. But as soon as I lean back against the sofa my eyes drift closed.