Chapter 115 Maddy
MADDY
Darkness and heat. I couldn’t tell where I was, but the heat was scorching.
Hands were all over me, caressing my skin — four, five, maybe six pairs of hands.
A cascade of groping, caressing fingers trailing across my breasts, through my hair, and slipping between my legs.
I groaned in pleasure. When I finally opened my eyes, it was Nico, but a half-dozen of him.
Multiple versions, all naked and exploring my body.
One of them lowered their face to my pussy—
A blink and I was in a bathtub. The water was scalding; sweat trickled down my cheeks.
I rested my head on the edge of the tub.
A cock slid into me. Gasping, I looked down and saw no one.
The feeling was there. It was like I was being fucked by a ghost. I spread my legs wider, letting it have its way with me.
All I could think of was my desire. The water sloshed over the rim of the tub as I was taken roughly. I wanted to come, but—
A blink and I was in bed with Nico, his eyes closed, breathing deeply.
A hunger unlike anything I’d ever known enveloped me.
I didn’t just want him. I needed him. Like I was going to starve if I didn’t have him.
I ripped his underwear down and slid his cock into my mouth, shoving my fingers into my pussy at the same time.
He sat up, gasping, and looked into my eyes. “Maddy?”
“Maddy? Maddy? Wake up.”
With a startled grunt, my eyes sprang open. I was covered in a cold sweat, and my hand was in my panties, two fingers inside my pussy. It had been a dream? No, not entirely, because I was still horny. I’d never been so turned on in my life. My clit was swollen and throbbing under my fingers.
Nico knelt over me, checking to see if I was okay. “Maddy? Was it a nightm—” He sniffed the air twice, and his eyes widened. “Oh, shit.”
Before he could say anything else, I was on him.
Tearing—literally tearing—his underwear off.
The fabric ripped away, and exactly like in my dream, I had him in my mouth in a millisecond.
I swallowed him until his tip reached the back of my throat.
Nico grunted with surprise but then moaned as I slid my lips up and down his shaft; my pussy was so wet, my arousal dripped down my thighs.
Another surge of heat burst within me, and I felt like I was in a sauna.
Pulling his cock from my mouth, I looked into his eyes. “Fuck me,” I growled.
There was hesitation in his eyes, but I had him. His delay lasted only an instant before he flipped me on my back. Smiling with satisfaction, I wiped away the sweat that sheened my body. Nico yanked my panties off, and a second later, he buried his cock inside me.
“God, yes,” I murmured as his glorious length slid in and filled me.
He ground his hips against my body, rocking inside me.
I ran my hands through his hair and across his chest. Sex had never been so good.
Ever. A myriad of thoughts spun through my head.
I wanted him in every way I could think of.
I wanted him to fuck my pussy, my mouth, my ass.
I wanted him to pull my hair and ride me until his balls were empty, and then I wanted more. What the fuck had gotten into me?
Desire urged me on. I raised my hips again and again, fucking him from below.
Nico lowered his face to my chest, taking a nipple into his mouth.
The sensation made my eyes roll back in my head.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and flexed my thighs, pulling him as deep as he could go.
It was like I couldn’t be satisfied—like nothing was enough.
“Fuck me. Fuck me hard, Nico,” I murmured into his ear.
“Oh God,” he moaned as he slammed into me.
A smile formed on my lips as his body crashed into me.
Our sweaty flesh clapped together with each thrust. My orgasm came fast and hard.
A quick buildup that exploded like a bomb, surprising me with its speed and power.
Slamming my head back into the bed, I clutched the sheets and gritted my teeth.
I felt the veins in my neck pop out as pleasure cascaded over my body.
Sucking in a breath, I realized that, instead of satiating me, the orgasm had only strengthened my desire. Digging my nails into his back, I urged him on. My mind had short-circuited. I’d never experienced anything like it, but I couldn’t think about anything but having him.
Nico clutched at me, grabbing my breasts as he fucked me harder. Sweat dripped from his nose onto my chest.
“Maddy, I’m gonna come,” he hissed.
“Not yet. Please, God, not yet. Harder. Fuck me harder.”
He fucked me hard. Taking me like a madman, crushing me into the bed as his cock thrust in and out of me.
A second climax swirled deep inside my body, ready to burst. Nico picked up the pace, then started to shudder and gasp.
He grunted, and the muscles of his back flexed under my palms as his cock spasmed inside me.
It sent me over the edge. I screamed, guttural and animalistic, as I came.
It was even stronger than the first. Rippling across my body and pulsing between my legs.
By the time Nico rolled off me, I was a twitching, shivering mess. I was satisfied, but I still felt a little twinge deep inside. A spark that I already knew was going to rage into a fire. How could I still be so horny? We’d just fucked each other’s brains out.
“Maddy?” Nico asked, panting for breath. “You’re going into heat. I should have told you. I shouldn’t have done that without telling you.”
“Oh, holy shit,” I whispered.
I was an idiot. Now that I was a full wolf, of course, I’d go into heat. I was like any other shifter now. With everything else going on, the new bodily processes had been the least of my concerns. It never even occurred to me to think about it.
I rolled over and placed a hand on Nico’s cheek. “It’s okay. I wanted it. Don’t feel bad.”
He exhaled heavily. “I know. I kinda thought we’d have a few days to get some heat suppressants, but I guess I was wrong.”
I’d heard about heat suppressants my whole life.
It was a special drug female shifters took when their heat was coming on.
The combination of herbal and synthetic ingredients helped tamp down the urges.
After feeling what I’d experienced, it was a good thing they were readily available.
Otherwise, female shifters would have been humping out in the streets.
The need was so strong, I didn’t think anything could have stopped me. Nothing.
“Let me go get Gabriella. She’s a doctor. I want her to make sure you’re okay.”
“Uh… okay. I guess,” I said.
Nico and I both put on robes, and then he vanished to go down to the room Gabriella had been staying in. They reappeared about five minutes later. Gabriella looked like she was still half asleep.
“Maddy? How are you feeling?” she asked as she sat next to me.
I thought about that for a second. “Umm… well… uh.”
“Horny as hell?” she asked bluntly.
Heat rushed into my cheeks, but I nodded, unable to meet her eyes.
Gabriella sighed, then pulled a thermometer out of the pocket of her robe and pressed it against my forehead.
After checking that, she took my wrist in her hand, pressing her forefinger against my pulse. A few more checks and she was done.
“She’s in heat,” Gabriella said. “It’s already fully manifested. Suppressants won’t do anything now. She’ll have to ride it out.”
“What does that entail?” I asked.
Gabriella gave me an embarrassed smile. “Well, I have good news and bad news. The good news is you and your mate get to… um… enjoy each other. A lot. The bad news is it could last anywhere from two to five days.”
“Five days?” I asked, mouth agape.
The desire I’d had when waking had been more than I could handle. It had been like my conscious mind had vanished, replaced by nothing but the Id—my instinctual desires—of my mind. Only wanting to fulfill whatever urges might flash across my mind. I couldn’t imagine enduring a week of that.
“Up to five days. The average is three. It…” She glanced at Nico, then at me. “Well, it might get more intense before it subsides.” She looked uncomfortable. “I think I’ll stay at one of the empty guest houses for the next few days. The two of you will need some privacy.”
“Oh, Jesus,” I grumbled, covering my face with my hands.
Gabriella patted me on the shoulder. “Don’t be embarrassed. It happens to everyone at least once. Some women even choose to totally forgo the suppressants and just… enjoy their time with their mate.”
She got up to leave, then turned back before walking out the door. “I’ll spread the word that everyone needs to stay away from the house for a few days.”
Nico locked the door behind her and turned to look at me. “I’m sorry. Like I said, I should have told you as soon as I suspected.”
I looked at him as I chewed at my lower lip. The now-familiar warmth started to radiate out of my stomach and pelvis. “Well, since you want to apologize for something, I think I know how you could make it up to me.”
Nico’s eyes widened in surprise. “Already?”
We had sex twice more that night, finally passing out from exhaustion near dawn. The next few days were interesting—to say the least. Was this how hormonal teenage boys felt? Like clockwork, every hour, I was ready to go again. When the urge came on, there was no holding off or waiting until later.
In the kitchen, Nico knelt on the floor and lapped at my pussy while I was bent over the sink. My cries of pleasure echoed through the empty house as his tongue assaulted me.
In the middle of lunch, I dropped my cutlery, pulled his cock out, and rode him right at the dining room table. I was the aggressor, taking him and satisfying my needs. There was very little guilt—my heat pushed those thoughts away.
In the shower, we experimented with anal. Feeling him fill me in a new and kinky way sent my head spinning. By the time we really got used to it, I was nearly losing my mind as his cock slid in and out of my ass. I came so hard that I collapsed to my knees while I recovered.
Over and over it went. After a day, it seemed like I was living in a porn movie.
I didn’t feel ashamed or embarrassed, though.
I had a need, one that was so instinctual that all I could do was follow it.
I did start to pity Nico a bit. There was only so much the guy could do, and after a while, he had to revert to only oral or using his fingers because his cock was too fatigued to give me what I needed.
Then every morning, once he was rested, I used his body again.
It was sort of liberating. Taking control.
It was something, as a woman, I don’t think I’d ever truly done. Not with sex, anyway.
Even though it was being forced on us by my heat, I still had the feeling that Nico and I were growing closer as it went on.
Sex was an act of intimacy, and each time it bound us closer.
As I demanded more of him every hour, he didn’t act like he was being forced or put out.
If anything, he tried even harder to bring me to orgasm—working diligently to give me what my body needed, even as he exhausted himself. I fucking loved the man.