8.
Queen
I hardly even see Alex over the next few days. They are all busy with strategy planning and combat training. The constant tension in the air, the serious faces, the whispered conversations—I hate everything about it.
Thankfully, Clara is forced to stay behind, just like me, and shares my frustration. She sits across from me most afternoons, either knitting with an intensity that betrays her worry, or keeping us both distracted with practicing my sewing skills. I know her burden is heavier—she also has to let her sons go. Sending them off must be unbearable. I see it in her eyes. Yet, she keeps a positive attitude, helping me hold it together. She tells me I remind her of her daughter, Willow, who’s only a year younger than me and currently in med school, living on the outside under a protection spell. Even though all three of her children are grown, Clara herself stopped aging at barely twenty-one when Edwin claimed her in the 50s.
Speaking of children, I can’t believe what’s gotten into me the other day to dismiss the council meeting because I got horny. But it was more than that. Being apart from him during the ovulation was almost physically painful. I felt like I was losing my mind, like my body ignited on fire, like I couldn’t breathe without him. It was such an animalistic need taking over me, making rational thoughts impossible… I’m not entirely sure whether I’m ready to be a mother, but I undoubtedly have developed a breeding kink because of my wolf-man.
I’m surprised to find Alex waiting for me in our chamber after I return from Clara’s craft room. He sits on the edge of the bed, deep in thought, and the sight of him stops me in my tracks.
“Hey, you!” I welcome, then twirl for him, showing off the just barely finished creation Clara and I had been working on together to kill time. It’s a high-waisted, A-line skirt, red with white polka dots, ending below my knees—very pin-up coded. It was Clara’s idea. Apparently, I resemble those “ pretty cheesecake girls” —her words, not mine—she saw plastered everywhere growing up.
“You look lovely.” His smile is gentle but that serious look in his eyes remains.
“Thanks!” I approach him, a pang of concern rising inside me. I reach out, running my hand up his arm. “What’s the matter?”
“Do you remember when I told you I arrived on a mission in West Virginia?”
I nod slowly, nervous about where he’s going with this.
“Well, perhaps you’d be interested in joining me on a similar one?”
I stare at him without blinking, processing his question. “Me? Helping you out on a mission?”
“There’s a woman who, just like yourself, carries a wolf gene. Except, I don’t think the hunters know about her yet.”
My heartbeat quickens. “Um… who is she?”
“Her name is Meg, she works as a bartender, and she just turned thirty a few weeks ago. From what we found out, she was adopted as a baby and has no idea who she is. Farah saw her, and I figured that it might be easier if you spoke with her since you can relate to her situation.”
“YES!” I jump up from excitement. “Absolutely! Let’s do this! How soon can we leave?”
He chuckles softly, amused at my reaction. “I thought you might say that.”
“Where’s she?” I pace the room, my mind racing as I already try to make a plan and think of ways to explain things to her.
His eyes follow me with a quiet intensity. “Fort Lauderdale.”
“Okay.” I stop, focusing my attention back on him. I notice the way his broad shoulders seem tenser than usual, how still he is, sitting on the edge of the bed, his clawed fingers curling slightly against the blanket.
For a moment, everything fades into the background, and his presence fills the space. My heart picks up speed again, but for a completely different reason this time—we haven’t been intimate for the past few days, due to him being always busy. I just want him so much.
I swallow, fighting to keep a sober mind. “How are we going to get to Florida from here?”
“It will be the fastest if we fly there.”
“Oh. Like, on a plane?”
He confirms with a nod.
I’m sure it would be much less trouble if someone else went instead of me. But I know Alex is doing this to prove to me that I’m not useless here. And have I mentioned how much I love him?
“We can go undercover,” he says, already answering my next question. “I have a new ID for you, and Penny thought this would also be needed as a disguise.” He hands me a fake driver’s license and a long, brown wig, which I find hilarious.
“And you?” I raise a brow. “Will you travel as a human?”
“I won’t be able to hold the shape for that long. But I can go as your… pet.”
I bite my bottom lip to stifle a mocking laughter. “Alex, but you’re a wolf .”
“I was convincing enough to fool you once, wasn’t I?”
I narrow my gaze at him. “Did you just call me stupid?”
“Never, my love,” he tells me with a smile before shifting into his wolf form faster than I blink.
This is the first time I see him ever since he revealed his true self, and I honestly missed the dog. But knowing the truth now, I can’t see him the same anymore.
German Shepherd my ass! I don’t know who I was fooling. He doesn’t even resemble any wolf species that exists in nature—he’s too massive, too intelligent, too… beastly. Maybe I am stupid after all.
You aren’t! I hear his voice in my head, his yellow eyes flashing playfully. But you’re mad for bringing a wild animal into your home. Zero self-preservation skills.
He’s right.
I can’t even imagine him on a commercial flight. Surely, no one would believe that such a majestic beast could be a pet. Will he have to be locked in a crate in cargo? Or perhaps he could be allowed in the main cabin if he wears a service animal vest?
I shake my head to stop this overthinking—he must have it all figured out already. I then approach him with a wide smile, ready to give him some pets.
“Oh, I missed the puppy!” I exclaim happily, just to tease him.
The puppy? He snarls at me, clearly annoyed, his sentient gaze locks onto mine, bold and unyielding.
I ignore it, kneeling beside him. “Who’s my good boy? Are you my good boy?” I stroke his upper chest affectionately.
His growling reverberates through the echoey chamber, a low, animalistic sound that sends shivers down my spine. His big, sharp teeth glisten as he bares them, thick fur bristling at his nape. His sudden nudge sends me off balance, and I tumble backward on the ground, landing on my back with the hem of my skirt lifted at my waist, exposing my quivering thighs to him. Without any warning, he pushes his cool snout between my legs, forcing them apart.
My head shoots up. “What are you doing?”
What does it look like? He licks the inside of my naked thigh, starting from my knee and slowly trailing his long tongue down to my center, his teeth lightly scraping my sensitive skin, leaving goosebumps behind.
“Quit that!” I titter nervously, trying to push his head away to get up.
Don’t fuck with me, little Red. His teeth snap as he pins me back to the cold marble floor, his forepaws digging into the flesh of my thighs, keeping my legs splayed out before him. I can’t fight him off—he’s powerful enough to tear me apart into pieces.
It’s just a game, right? I try to assure myself he’s only taunting me. But the way his penetrating eyes burn into me so ferociously suggests there’s more at play here. As unthinkable as it seems, I fear he intends to have his way with me.
“No! Bad dog!” I gasp, trying to keep a light tone, but my heart palpates in my chest. “Alex, this isn’t right. You can’t—”
Dismissing my words, he drags his smooth, wet tongue along my panties, sinking it deep into the folds of my pussy, drenching the cotton material as he tastes me. The warmth of his panting breath sends a jolt of electricity through my body, leaving every nerve in me on high alert, teetering on the edge of surrender.
This shouldn’t be happening… Yet, I can’t help but want more.
How can I feel this way about him in this form? I should be terrified, ashamed of myself. But instead, there’s a thrill that makes my pulse quicken, and my breath hitch.
He laps at me again. The fabric hooks over his fangs and rips open. As I’m left exposed, a moan escapes my lips, a little noise I can’t take back, filled with so much longing.
“Not in this form,” I stammer on my words, though my body betrays me. A spike of adrenaline causes a strong fluttering low in my abdomen, followed by a heat pooling in my core.
Then why are you getting so turned on? He makes an excellent point. You just won’t admit it.
“Alex!” I beg, and I don’t know whether it’s to stop him or the opposite. A part of me is electrified by the wildness of the moment, even as my mind screams at me that this isn’t a game anymore—it’s wrong… perverted… forbidden.
Oh, but why does it feel so good?
I’ve never been this conflicted in my life. I know he’s my Alex, my love, my soulmate, no matter which form. However, he’s also something untamed, primal, something I don’t fully understand.
Tell me what you want… His plea hangs at the back of my mind, reminding me I’m in control. He can read my body very well, and he can read my actual thoughts. He may push my boundaries, yet he won’t ever do anything without my consent—I’m sure of it.
But now, losing control is what I yearn for.
“Lick me…” I submit to him, my voice is weak with desire, my body aching for more. “Lick my pussy and make me come.”
The words barely leave my lips, and immediately, his sloppy tongue darts across my parted pink slit, from my clenched asshole to my blood-engorged clit in one long, shocking swipe.
Screaming out loud, my hips arch off the floor, my trembling hands grasping his neck, my fingers sinking into the warmth of his fur, desperate for something to hold onto. As my eyes roll to the back of my head, I come a tiny bit on the spot, the feeling is overwhelming and all-consuming.
He waits after I relax, giving me a moment to catch my breath, then starts licking me slowly in all my favorite places. The rhythm is deliberate as he builds the pleasure back up again. The obscene sounds of his tongue smacking against the wet folds of my pussy intensify, growing more frenzied the more I writhe below him. My clit throbs under the relentless onslaught, getting overly sensitive, each lick igniting flames of passion that spread throughout my body. And just when I’m about to erupt, he draws back, teasing me.
“Don’t stop…” I breathe, dying from the absence of his touch.
He lets his sharp teeth nip along my puffed outer labia ever so gently—a little sting of pain only heightens the intensity of my arousal, sending electric torrents shooting through me. The tip of his tongue probes at my opening in a circular motion, driving me to the brink of madness, before he finally squeezes it into my tight, sopping hole, whimpering quietly.
“Fuck!” I cry out in absolute joy as he drags his tongue along my inner walls, curling it to scoop up my essence. He lets out a growl mixed with a purr, and then I feel it thrusting into me, over and over, savoring my flowing juices. “Yes! Oh yes! You’re driving me crazy!” My legs shake violently, my belly heaving, and I can hardly believe how intoxicating all the sensations are.
He slides his calloused palms underneath me, squeezing the cheeks of my ass to open me wider, his claws grazing my skin. I didn’t notice when he shifted back—though, if I’m being honest with myself, there’s not that much difference between the two. I’m too far lost in ecstasy to care about anything but the way he makes me feel.
His tongue is even longer in his werewolf form, and it slides deeper and deeper, making lewd slurping noises inside me.
“Oh, Alex! I’m so close…” Bright lights pop in front of my closed eyes, leaving me speechless as I balance on the edge.
“Mmmm, give it to me,” he rasps, his voice vibrating through every nerve end of my body, making my toes curl as it draws me deeper into a euphoric haze. “Come, baby. Come for me.”
Soon enough, my cunt clamps around his skilled organ as if it were his cock, then contracts, spasm after spasm, sucking it further down. As my orgasm rockets, I squirt over his snout buried in me. I’m losing my mind from the agonizing pleasure that never ends, the bliss sweeping over me in relentless crashing waves.
His deep grunt ends in a low hum, the sound I recognize as him reaching his own peak just from eating me out. But he doesn’t stop swirling his tongue around noisily inside me, lapping up every drop of my release. And I don’t stop coming.