Chapter Five
The first inch tears a cry out of me.
The tapered head goes in easily, but the shaft widens fast, and my body has no idea how to take him.
I squeeze my eyes closed, trying to breathe as my inner muscles flutter in panic.
But I’m so wet I’m making a mess of both of us.
One of his huge hands smooths up the outside of my thigh and back down, and my body eases slightly.
He pushes deeper, and my mouth falls open in a silent scream. It’s so much. Too much. It aches, but I don’t want him to stop. I can feel myself trembling, my pussy clenching rhythmically as he gets thicker with every inch. He answers my gasps and moans with approving growls.
By the time my hips meet his, I’m clinging to him and shaking. He’s so deep I can feel him pressed to the end of my channel. Snugged up to my cervix like he belongs there. His cock is a heavy throb inside me, and I shudder.
Then he begins to move.
He starts gentle. Each draw and press drags every inch of him along my walls, and within a minute I’m gasping and digging my nails into his chest. He rumbles in pleasure. His next thrust is harder, and it hits something that makes my thighs tense. And once he finds that spot, he aims for it.
His cock plunges into me over and over, the wet slap of our bodies loud in the clearing.
The gray wolf tangles his long fingers in my hair and tugs my head back.
His other hand has slid down to cradle my throat, his thumb pressing to my pulse.
The graze of his teeth on my jaw is a constant warning that he is barely keeping himself in check.
The dark one moves faster, chasing his pleasure.
Forcing our combined slick out onto our bodies with every thrust. Then I feel it.
A swell at the base of his cock. Hot and firm, nudging deeper into me every time he presses forward.
My fingers curl into my fur hard enough that it must hurt, but his snarl is pure pleasure.
He snaps his hips harder. My hips try to shift away on instinct, but there is no escape.
He growls a warning, and his hands tighten on me, pulling me down harder.
He isn’t going to stop. The image flashes through my mind of him pressing tight against my cervix, locking inside me, and coming directly into my womb.
Of being bred by this creature. The thought of it draws a high whine from my lips.
“Oh God,” I sob. “Oh God, oh —”
His chest hums. He eases the pace and lets me feel every bump of the swelling knot dragging against my soaked entrance, savoring it.
The gray one is desperate beside me. His hands roam my sweaty skin, plucking at my nipples and trailing claws over my belly.
His noises have shifted to desperate whines, and I feel the weight of his cock on my hip as he humps wildly. Desperate to get inside me.
The dark one growls deep in his chest, and the next thrust is harder. The pressure climbs to a place that is almost pain, and right when I’m sure I can’t take it, something gives.
The knot pops inside.
I scream. I’m stretched wide open, his fat knot locked inside me.
Too huge to pull out. I can do nothing but moan as the first hot flood of his come spills into me.
It doesn’t stop. The pressure rises against the wall of my belly until my own hand goes there on instinct.
He rocks against me in trapped, shallow jerks, and I swear I can feel his cockhead against my palm.
My body tries to clamp down and can’t. All I can do is flutter helplessly around him, and every clench of my pussy milks more come out of him.
The gray one’s hand settles over mine, feeling the cock stuffing me so full.
He licks a wet stripe up the side of my throat, and I clamp down hard on the knot inside me.
I’m so close that a breeze would push me over the edge, but I’m too overwhelmed to even touch myself. I slowly begin to rock my hips. The swollen knot inches in and out of me, and I moan as the pressure on my g-spot makes my thighs begin to shake. I can feel both wolves watching me.
Studying the way I fuck myself on the dark one’s knot.
I’m getting closer, whining as the pleasure begins to peak.
My pussy is so full it aches, but it’s so good I can barely breathe.
When I finally come, I burst into tears.
Shaking and coming for what feels like several minutes before it finally starts to fade.
I go limp, falling forward against the warm furry chest as another presses close behind me.
I hear them talking, yips and growls. A quiet chuff that sounds permissive.
Their hands wander over me in slow, possessive strokes as they speak with each other.
When the knot finally begins to soften, the dark one is careful.
He rocks once, twice, and eases out. When the widest part of him slips free, a thick rush of his come pours out of me onto the grass.