Chapter 15
Lila
A powerful growl reverberated against my chest. There was no more talking as he lowered his body to mine. It tingled; the feeling spread as his lips slid along my shoulder. My fingers dug into the hair at the base of his neck as he nipped at my neck before lowering to my chest, leaving a trail of heat behind. I arched as his tongue flicked a sensitive nub. My breathing picked up as he teased it and then kissed the curve of my breast before doing the same with the other. I didn’t think, didn’t freak out, didn’t wonder if this was the right thing. It was effortless with him.
I watched as he nipped at the sensitive bud. Lifting, I pushed against him. Need ran rampant and he was the only one who could quench this thirst, but he was in no rush. Opening his mouth, he sucked my breast in, and sucked. Hard. Eliciting a moan as he rubbed the other nipple between his index and thumb. With each suck, the pressure grew, and he switched and repeated with the other. I whined, needing more, needing his focus lower. One second he was making his way lower and the next I was upright straddling his head. He squeezed my hips.
“What’re you doing?” I rasped, looking over my shoulder to see if anyone was looking, but they’re too busy. Turning around, I looked down at him. This position was lewd, but I knew what that tongue felt like.
“Sit on my face. Ride it til you cum,” he ordered. His words went straight to my clit. When I took too long, his hands dragged me down by the hips. He kissed my pussy as I lowered, and my hips jerked.
“Grayson,” I moaned as his wet, hot tongue slid between my lips. Pulling me down as he drove deeper. Out. In. Dragging along my walls. Twitching with each movement, I needed more. I wanted to cum. Leaning down, I ground against his face, chasing what I needed. Taking what I craved as his tongue matched my drive. His hands gripped my ass cheeks as he helped move me faster, hitting the same spot repeatedly.
“Yes, yes, yes. Just like that. Oh,” I whimpered as he did exactly as I asked. Shaking his head, spreading my wetness all over his face, I clenched, his nose flicking against my clit as I came. He groaned and continued spearing into me with his tongue, lifting and dropping me so he was tongue fucking me through my orgasm. I slumped as he cleaned me. Then he slipped out from beneath me and somehow I was on my back. Breasts out, thighs spread, Grayson on his knees, gripping the base of his cock—I was speechless.
“I’ve thought of nothing but your pussy since I had you last. If you smothered me to death, I’d go happily. You taste so fucking good, Lila. So. fucking. good. I didn’t think it could get any better, but seeing you like this? Naked on my mating bed? Ready for my cock? Fuck. I was wrong. You’re fucking beautiful,” he groaned. I was already warm, but my face heated as his words touched me. The simple admission of wanting me made me feel happier than I had in a long time. He thinks I’m pretty, and I might just be a vain woman, but I’ve only ever wanted to be seen.
How is it possible for a man I barely know to make me feel this way?
“Fuck me, Grayson. I know you’re holding back. Let go and fuck me,” I whispered. I jolted when his cock slapped against my pussy. His mouth hung open as he eased the tip in. My lashes fluttered as I watched more of him disappear. My muscles tightened at the pinch. I wasn’t a virgin, but I had taken my time with Parker. It just never felt right, but it only added to the time from when I’d last slept with someone. No amount of preparing would be enough for him. He had the type of dick you couldn’t get enough foreplay with. This was going to hurt, but it would hurt so good. His eyes were on me, but mine watched as he stretched me past my limits. My vision blurred and a tear escaped. He cupped it and I looked up at him as he swiped it away. Slowly, he slid deeper and I shook my head in disbelief. Reaching for him, I dug my nails into his forearm.
“Such a good girl. You’re taking me so well.” Warmth spread in my chest at his praise.
“It hurts,” I cried. Peering down, there was still more of his cock though I felt overly full. How is there still more?
“You can take it, Lila,” he said, his voice tight with restraint.
My guts disagreed. It felt like he was pushing against the inside of my stomach, piercing areas he had no business being in. And then he was in and the bulge at the base of his cock pressed against my pussy. I was so unbelievably full, my lips stretched wide, my stomach hurting from the pressure.
“Too much. Way too much,” I whimpered as I moved up the oversized chair so that some of him pulled out.
“You’re not going anywhere,” he groaned as he grabbed my hip, pulling me back, filling me again.
“Fuck,” I moaned as I looked up at him. Sweat rolled down his temple. Not from exhaustion, but from restraining himself.
“Look at how perfectly we fit.” His tone was filled with lust as he withdrew. Looking down, I watched as inch after wet inch slid out of me. Before he was completely out, he was filling me again, and I swore I could feel him beneath my ribs. It’s too much. The pleasure and pain mingled and I didn’t know which one I was feeling. He didn’t give me time to fucking breathe before he was doing it again.
And again.
And again.
He was pounding into me, holding me still so I didn’t scoot up the chair. I’ve nowhere to go. No choice but to take it. There’s nothing but him. My breasts bounced with every slap of his hips. The sound of flesh against flesh only pushed me closer to the edge. I clawed and scratched at him and bit into my lower lip as I took him.
“Open for me. Breathe, baby,” he grunted. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as he drove into me.
“Ah, ah.” I couldn’t string sentences together. The only thing I could do was take it. His thumb pinched my clit and I saw stars. I was squeezing him, but he wasn’t done. He violently rubbed my sensitive nub as he picked up speed.
“You’re so tight,” he hissed. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he drove into me.
“Oh, fuck! Grayson.” His name was a prayer on my lips.
“One more. I need you coming around my cock,” he growled. I wriggled as he used two fingers this time on my clit. Reversing, he switched the rhythm and I was there.
“Don’t stop,” I rasped.
“Never,” he groaned.
I fell apart.
“I’m coming. Oh, I’m coming,” I cried, tears streaming as I watched his thick cock stab into me. Then–he glitched. Blinking, heart stuttering, I couldn’t be seeing this right. But it happened again. I wasn’t mistaken. The man who’d been fucking me–who’d worshipped me–morphed. His spine arched, claws ripping through skin, and I froze. My breath caught somewhere between a gasp and a moan, terror and wonder collided.
As his form twisted and expanded, my body heated, the fear only making me want him more. I couldn’t tear my eyes away. I knew he wasn’t human, but it wasn’t just this moment that I realized he wasn’t just a man. He was far more dangerous. Intoxicating. And still, I wanted him. All of him.
The furry two-legged creature above me now had a snout, furry ears, and a black coat that covered every inch of skin. And somehow, he grew inside of me. Pushing the limits, squishing my insides, and then he withdrew. Leaving me stretched, hollow, and arching.
Clawed hands flipped me so I was on all fours. My hands gave out and my face hit the chair as his massive cock slapped loudly against my ass. Looking over my shoulder, it wasn’t a wolf, but a mix of the two behind me. When the red moon first appeared, I’d seen a man shift, but he’d become a large wolf. This wasn’t that, but a wolfish beast. And it was now that I realized he hadn’t cum. I couldn’t remember what Dani said about the knot, but I saw a massive wolf earlier–not a two legged creature. She didn’t say anything about another form.
I couldn’t form another thought because he breached me. He was larger than anyone I had been with. Filling me, pushing deeper, until he was fully seated. His knot pressed at my entrance, my belly full, as saliva dripped down my cheek and pooled. I clawed at fabric as he pulled out of me, my body squeezed around air, but he didn’t leave me for long. In the next motion, he thrust his full length into me.
“Good little mate,” he growled. My eyes crossed as he pounded my thoroughly used pussy. I grabbed blindly at whatever I could. My body jerked forward as a hand wrapped around my throat, lifting so I had to arch back to look up at him. Even in this form he was beautiful. Glowing red eyes stared down at me. He dipped, and then his long red tongue lapped at my cheek. The chair moved with each thrust and then something happened—the bulge pushed against my pussy, but instead of just hitting it, it slid partially in. I shook my head.
“Yes. You’ll take my knot.” There was no arguing with him, but I couldn’t.
“I can’t!” I whined. His knot hit against my aching sex over and over again. Each time easing in a little more than the last.
“You can, and you will.” His grip on my neck was firm. He wasn’t letting me go. His gaze was locked on my face. And then there was nothing but pain.
“Hurts,” I sobbed.
Shlop.
My mouth fell open as my vision blurred as I screamed. It was inside me. It was impossible, but I’d taken it—his knot. But he didn’t give me time to adjust. There was no adjusting to this.
“Perfect. So perfect. You’ve done it, Lila.” Grayson kissed my tears as he slowly fucked me. I was filled to the brink of breaking. His knot moved within me ads his thrusts picked up. I didn’t know how I hadn’t passed out. I was so full. The pain ebbed. It was still there, but as he picked up speed, pleasure built low in my belly. He released my neck and I dropped. My face flush against the material as he lowered his chest to my back. His hips rocked and then I felt his knot expanding. Pain erupted along my neck as canines tore through flesh.
Unbelievably full, he fucked me harder and I clawed, cried, begged as my orgasm tore through me. My legs shook, my back arched, and stars danced across my vision as Grayson locked me in, his knot so large he could no longer move inside me. His cock buried deep within me as he came. Heat warmed my belly as splash after splash of his seed filled any remaining space. Canines slid out of my neck and his wet tongue lapped at where he’d bitten.
Something hit my chest and grew as he lifted me. Moving back so that I was cradled in his arms. He grabbed a blanket and covered me. I don’t know where it came from, but I was too far gone to care. My eyes were drifting as my head lolled against his soft, furry chest.
“You took me so well, Lila,” he praised. My body twitched as he continued pumping into me. My lashes fluttered closed, but not before the gentlest of touches ran through my hair.