Chapter 8
Eight
O liver dragged her into his bedroom and immediately stumbled over a sneaker.
Luna giggled, looking around his room. “Wow! Messy.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Oliver kicked the sneaker under his bed, which was… also less tidy than he’d like it. “Sorry, I don’t have a maid.”
“I don’t have a maid,” Luna groaned. “She’s a cleaner, and she only comes once a week.”
“Jesus Christ, stop talking . We were finally getting along.” Oliver grabbed under her thighs, hoisting her up.
Luna yelped. It quickly turned into a gasp, dimple denting her stupidly adorable cheek as she grinned down at him. Probably never had someone pick her up before , Oliver thought as he held her. He’d had girlfriends who wanted him to use his super-strength to their advantage. Oliver eyed the wall behind her. Later, he decided. Right now, he wanted her splayed out in his messy sheets .
Luna let out another shocked laugh as he dropped her on the mattress.
“Rude,” she said, brushing hair out of her eyes. “You treat all your girls this way?”
“Only the ones who really, really annoy me,” Oliver said.
The bond pulsed in his chest as he crawled on top of her. He wondered if she felt it as strongly as he did. She couldn’t, being a human and all, but it was tempting to imagine that it was lighting her up just like it was doing to him. Tugging at him to get closer. To get more .
Luna’s mouth was still curved in that flirty smile. For a second, Oliver thought he saw an edge of uncertainty, but then she blinked and it was all hunger again.
She dragged him down into a kiss. The bond in Oliver’s chest pulsed so hot he gasped, jerking back.
Luna stared up at him, pupils huge. Her cheeks were bright red. She was already panting.
“Oh,” she said. “Oh, wow .”
She dragged him back down. Oliver didn’t pull back this time, even as the bond lit a wildfire inside him. Surging, throbbing, wanting him to get closer. He felt drunk with it. He hadn’t felt like this with anyone, not even with?—
He didn’t dare finish the thought. He focused on Luna underneath him, every touch making warmth spiral over his skin.
Luna grunted against his mouth. “Mm. Clothes.”
“Yeah,” he agreed, fingers already working at the hem of her shirt. She was still wearing Sabine’s sleep shirt, which was weird. He quickly forgot about the weirdness as he stripped it off, smoothing his hands down all the exposed skin.
Luna moaned, head tipping back. “Oh my god. They should sell this shit. This feels…”
She yanked at his shirt, and he pulled it off in one swift motion. Then he was on her again, kissing her mouth, her cheek, her neck. Everything felt so good . The simplest touch turned him molten.
Then all of a sudden, Luna laughed, tugging at his arm.
“What?” Oliver pulled back to see what she was pointing at. “Oh, come on.”
Luna giggled, teasing a finger over his one and only tattoo: party animals , with a howling wolf curled on top.
“It’s so stupid,” Luna crowed. “Were you a frat boy?”
“No. Shut up.” Oliver leaned down again, the bond spasming in delight as he pressed an open-mouth kiss to her shoulder. She let out a small moan, but it was quickly overrun by another laugh.
He made an annoyed noise into her collarbone. “It’s not that funny!”
“No, it’s just…” Luna cackled. “Hector joked about how I was gonna get eaten in a monster town.”
He looked at her blankly.
“You know,” Luna said. Her tongue flicked out. “ Eaten .”
I should not find that charming, Oliver thought as he watched her tongue waggle. And yet his traitorous mouth twitched .
“Do me a favor,” he said flatly. “Don’t talk about your fiancé during this.”
Luna’s laugh turned into a yelp as he slid off the bed, pulling her with him by her knees. He nuzzled her bare stomach, tugging her sweatpants down.
“This is gonna be weird,” Luna said as he slid her underwear off. “Right? With the bond? I can feel it. It’s like… spreading? Can you feel that?”
He nodded. The warmth in his chest spread with every second he was touching her. His skin buzzed with it. It wasn’t making him want, it was just… adding fire to the flames. Looking at the soft pink of her cunt would’ve made his cock jerk any day, not just because they were tied together. He took a moment to admire her: the neat landing strip, the nub of her clit already hard and peeking out at the top of her folds.
He gave her thigh one last kiss and then buried his face between her legs.
Luna moaned, breathy and surprised.
“Fucking tingles ,” she marveled. She ground her hips against his mouth, another moan stuttering out of her.
She was so wet . He was already slick from his nose to his chin. He stiffened his tongue, fucking it into her, and felt her get even wetter. He gathered the wetness on a finger and lifted it to her clit, working tight circles around the nub.
“Oh my god,” Luna panted. Her hands tightened in his hair, hips working faster. “Oh my god, oh my god .”
She reached up, tugging her breasts out of her bra cups to twist her nipples. A strange sensation rocked through Oliver. For a second, it felt like he was the one lying on the bed, twisting his nipples and getting eaten out. He froze in shock, groaning at the twin sensations.
“Oh, wooooow,” Luna said, voice high. “That was—okay. Wow . Why’d you stop?”
She twisted her nipples again. Oliver felt the faintest twinge in his own chest, shuddering at the pleasure that followed. The bond sang through them, linking them up to the same buzzing wavelength.
“This is so weird ,” Oliver said.
Luna grinned smugly. “I’m not complaining!”
She nudged him with her heel. He huffed, leaning back in.
The sensations came faster now. Mostly his own—the delight of burying his face in her pussy, his cock pulsing in his jeans, her nails scratching his scalp. But some of it was hers. He could feel the orgasm building up in her core, the bond pulsing hotter with every passing second.
“I’m gonna—” Luna gasped.
He could feel it, the almost unbearable pleasure. The incredulity that she was even telling him since the bond made sure he already knew. And then, finally, the peak.
It took everything in Oliver to keep working her clit and fucking her with his tongue. Her orgasm was sparking at the edges of his mind, so close to setting all of him ablaze.
Luna relaxed against the bed, still moaning. Oliver had to look down to check he hadn’t come in his jeans like a teenager. There had been moments where Luna had blurred into him so intensely that he wasn’t sure who the pleasure belonged to.
“They really should bottle that.” Luna let out a hysterical giggle and pulled on his shoulders. “Get up here. I’m not done with you yet.”
Oliver felt a growl rumble up his throat. He stumbled up, crawling over her. He kissed her stomach, sucked her nipple, sunk his blunt teeth into her shoulder.
Luna yelped, delighted. “Should I be worried about waking up tomorrow covered in fur?”
“I’ll never break the skin,” he assured her. “It gets drilled into us in every sex ed class.”
“Ooooh, tell me more about werewolf sex ed,” Luna deadpanned, leaning up to take her bra off properly. “What, do you howl when you come?”
He didn’t answer. He was too busy yanking his jeans off and throwing them much harder than he meant to. Oliver winced as they smacked into the wall, belt denting the wallpaper.
“Wait,” Luna said. “ Do you?”
“It was—” Oliver paused, unable to stop a groan as he freed his throbbing erection from his boxers. “It was a one-time thing.”
He bent down to kiss her. She stopped him, a hand on her chest.
He pulled back, about to ask what was wrong. Two things stopped him. One, the hungry look on her face as she stared at his cock. And two, the pulse of borrowed lust that raced through the bond.
Luna looked up at him, eyes all pupil. “ Fuck me.”
The bond yanked . Oliver followed it gladly, devouring her mouth with a frantic passion. Her hands knotted in his hair, her naked body so soft and hot against him that it almost hurt to pull away long enough to grab a condom from the bedside table.
Luna marveled at his chest hair as he shuffled through the infuriating drawer.
“You’re so hairy.”
“Genetics,” he said distractedly. He made a noise of triumph as his hand closed around a familiar foil packet. He gripped the edge?—
—then proceeded to tear the whole thing in half. She was kissing his chest, each touch of her lips a spark threatening to consume him. He cursed, grabbing another condom. That one tore, too, and Luna’s devastating lips curved up around his nipple.
“Having fun?”
“So much,” Oliver said, annoyed. “Just…”
He trailed off as she took the next condom from him and tore it easily, sliding it onto him with a practiced air that would’ve looked unaffected if he couldn’t feel her need through the bond, impatient and eager. She wanted this just as much as he did. She was just better at acting like she didn’t care.
“Ah-ah,” she said as he started climbing on top of her. She patted his hairy flank. “Doggy-style. To suit the occasion.”
He rolled his eyes as blatantly as he could, letting her up. “How many more dog jokes are you going to throw at me? ”
“I’m surprised I held out this long,” Luna said, rolling onto her hands and knees. She tilted her ass into the air, wiggling tantalizingly. “Now be a good boy and fuck me.”
Oliver hoped she didn’t feel the excitement that raced through him as she said that. Judging by the smug grin she flashed at him, she absolutely did.
He knelt behind her, rubbing her hips. Part of him wished she’d let him fuck her face to face. He wanted to touch every part of her that he could reach, wanted to watch her face crease and her neck strain. Wanted her to clutch at him, her haughty composure in ribbons as he fucked her. But she was still wiggling her ass, and he was only human.
Well. Sort of.
A gasp spilled out of her as he dragged his cockhead against her swollen pussy folds.
“Shit,” she hissed. “Oliver. Ollie. Get in me. Come on, you want it just as bad, I can feel it. I can feel ?—”
She broke off on a groan as Oliver pressed inside. He echoed it, the bond drumming between them. He could feel her tight walls around him, but he could also feel how it felt. Getting fucked.
“So weird ,” Luna whispered gleefully. “Ohhhh man. I feel awesome .”
“Yeah,” Oliver said nonsensically and pulled her further onto his cock.
Luna jolted. Her spine arched, teeth flashing up at him. “Give me all of it.”
Something snapped inside of him. He pulled her up, locking an arm around her torso to hold her up. He plastered his chest against her back, hips jackrabbiting into her. He usually took it slower than this, but he could feel her emotions through the bond: shock, joy, hunger so deep it made him bare his teeth.
“Oh, fuck,” she gasped as he fucked her. “Oh shit, Oliver ?—”
He growled, crushing her closer. He shoved his nose in her hair, breathing in salt, roses, the shitty soap they stocked in the guest bathrooms. His first time with someone wasn’t usually like this. Before, he’d always been quiet, cautious, searching. Stopping to try out different positions and angles, seeing what made them moan. There was no stopping this. The bond was too powerful. Oliver could do nothing against it but hold her and fuck her and groan like an animal, arms clamped around her torso. And all the while, Luna’s pleasure flowed through him: her utter joy at being fucked, her dazed excitement at feeling what it was like for him. An echo chamber of ecstasy, dragging them higher and higher.
Oliver wasn’t sure who came first. He was pretty sure it was him, holding her close as he pumped into her and stilled, shaking. He was fucking her, and he was being fucked. He was Oliver and he was also Luna, and when their visions tunneled, they fell down the chasm together, entwined so close they couldn’t tell each other apart.
Oliver woke up an indeterminate amount of time later, still inside of her .
“ Whassapan ,” he mumbled against her shoulder.
“ Mrgh ,” Luna replied, muffled against the pillow. She was underneath him, her back pressed into his front. “ Gedoff .”
He lifted himself on wobbly elbows. He felt strange. The bond was still there, a warm glow in his chest. But it was tamer now—sated—no emotions leaking through. His cock was soft inside of Luna, except there was a strange throb at the base of his cock. It felt tight. Swollen. Almost like…
He froze. It couldn’t be.
“Um,” Luna said. She squirmed, and the movement made his mostly soft cock twitch inside of her. “What’s happening? Are you hard again?”
“No,” Oliver said, hushed. “It’s… a side effect.”
Luna frowned. “Of the bond?”
“I guess.” Oliver waited, hoping against hope that it would go back down.
Luna squirmed again.
Oliver winced. “Just a second! It’ll go away.”
“Seriously,” Luna said, still moving against the mattress. “It feels like… I don’t know what it feels like. Did you get bigger ?”
“I really didn’t mean to,” Oliver managed.
Luna tried to push herself up, gasping in pain when the giant bulb at the base of his cock stayed inside of her. She fell back against the bed. “Oliver! What is with your dick?”
“It’s a knot,” he said miserably. “It’s… locking us together. Fo r, you know.”
Luna froze. “That condom will hold, right?”
“It’s reinforced,” he said. “Built for any sized knot.”
“Thank god for werewolf-enforced condoms,” Luna muttered.
He dropped his head into the pillow above her, mortified. He was knotting her. What kind of stupid werewolf biology was at work inside him? Did it sense a bond and think “alright, time to go”? Knotting was supposed to be something impossibly intimate. Some werewolves never knotted. And here he was, knotting a woman he’d literally run away from an hour ago. It didn’t matter how gorgeous she was, or how her dimple made him want to pin her to the wall and scent her until she was covered in him. He didn’t know her. She shouldn’t be stuck under him, unable to move while they waited for his knot to go down.
“Fuck,” he spat, cheeks burning. “I’m sorry. This has never happened before. It’s not supposed to happen like this.”
Luna chuckled. “Bet you say that to all the girls you knot.”
“There are no other girls! This isn’t—” He shuddered as his knot throbbed deep inside of her. “ Shit .”
Luna twisted toward him. He avoided her gaze, but they were stuck so close together. It was impossible not to see her small smile.
“Oliver,” she said. “It’s fine . Stop freaking out.”
“I’m not freaking out,” he snapped. He clenched his jaw. “Does it hurt?”
“No.” Luna swiveled her hips experimentally .
He gasped, another wave of unbearable pleasure rolling through him. “Stop moving .”
Luna stilled. But not for long.
Oliver frowned as she pushed at him. “What?”
“Roll over.”
Oliver glared at her.
“Not a dog joke this time,” Luna said. She kicked his leg. “Seriously, do it.”
Oliver turned onto his back as carefully as he could. Luna followed clumsily, still locked onto him. She straddled him, hips working gently back and forth. The long line of her back was mesmerizing.
Oliver groaned, grabbing her thighs from behind. “What are you doing?”
“What does it look like?” She turned to shoot him a wink, leaning down to scratch her manicured nails through his leg hair. “I mean, since you’re already stuck in there.”
She rolled her hips harder.
Oliver made a noise like he’d been sucker-punched. His cock twitched again, growing ever so slightly thicker.
Luna grinned. “Sensitive?”
He nodded wildly. The bond was stretching through him again, with Luna’s emotions bleeding through once more: bone-deep satisfaction, hunger, and an odd tenderness about seeing Oliver so vulnerable.
Then Luna rolled her hips again, and the tenderness was swallowed up by renewed hunger as Oliver groaned.
“Good,” Luna said sweetly. “Me too. Now be a good boy and hold still while I get myself off.”