Chapter 8
KNOT
Before I can change my mind, I grip the hem of the night dress and slowly, purposely shimmy it up so that he can see the glistening curls that cover my pussy.
Even if he can’t tell from his nose alone that I’m wet and ready from the way he used his tail to play with me, he can see it for himself now.
In answer, he swallows so roughly, I watch his Adam’s apple bob. “Pants go down,” he rasps.
I smirk at him, an open invitation in the curve of my lips. “Pants come off.”
Yes. They do.
I hope they’re not his only pair because he doesn’t other with shrugging them down and removing them one leg at a time.
Using his claws as a dervish, he’s naked in no time, tattered bits of linen fabric surrounding his paws before he bounds over to me, shoving his neck into my neck and breathing in deep.
I shiver, clutching whatever part of him I can reach. “How do you want—”
“Hands,” he barks, arm suddenly wrapped around me. He only needs the one to lift me off of the ground easily, moving my body so that I’m facing the ground. Showing off his impressive strength, he begins to lower me to the dirt and the moss and the scattered leaves. “Knees. Now.”
What a surprise? The half-wolf beast of Blackmoor wants me on all four so that he can mount me.
He waits until I’ve assumed the position in the air before he places me down gently. I spare a hand to grab my hair, throwing it over one shoulder so that it’s out of the way. Then, arching my back, showing him my ass, I wait for Wolf.
He’s as amped as I am. I expect he’ll adjust me as necessary, then get to it. I only hope he stands by what he says, taking care so that he doesn’t hurt me, but the ache I’m feeling right now waiting for him… it can’t be any worse.
But he doesn’t do anything. No oral. No touching. No immediate fucking.
What’s going on? “Wolf? You okay? I mean, if you don’t want to do this… you get to choose as much as I do. We don’t have to—”
“No. It’s not that.” He hesitates. “It’s just… Wolf has never mated before.”
What? I jerk my head over my shoulder to find him right behind me, dick in hand. “Really?”
A muscle tics in his cheek. “Wolf has never found his Red before.”
The way he says that… was he looking for me or any one in a red cloak?
Considering how one of the conditions of me getting to come inside of Blackmoor in the first place was that I had to keep the cloak and the hood on, that I needed to be a natural redhead, and that going in without panties was a non-negotiable.
Did Sandy know she was serving me up to Wolf? Of, as he told me, is the forest’s doing?
Fuck it, is this fate?
I don’t know, but from the moment we met, he made it clear that he was interested in me. He wanted sex. I thought I was just another female he came across that he wanted, but if I’m the only… if he still obviously wants me… then what’s the problem?
“You wanted to mate me yesterday,” I remind him.
He rubs his chest with his free hand. “That’s what the wolf said to do. To mate Red, to mark her, to claim her with my cock and my fangs.”
“Well, I can’t help you with the fangs part since I’m not into being a pincushion, but if you want to use your cock… I think I can handle that.”
Think being the operative word there.
The more I dwell on it, the closer I’ll get to chickening out. I’ve seen him hard and I know what I’m in for. Can I handle it?
Only one way to find out.
“Just do what feels good, Wolf. I promise, it’ll be okay. I’ll do my best to make you feel good. As long as you don’t hurt me, we’ll have fun together.”
“Hurt Red? Hurt my mate? Never.” He lays his cheek against the small of my back, his erection prodding my ass as he holds me. “Wolf will always give you pleasure. No pain.”
I believe him. Maybe I’m letting lust cloud my head since I’ve seen how big he gets when he’s aroused, but I believe him.
I shake my ass. “Then get to it, big guy.”
I don’t know if it was the way I told him what to do—Wolf doesn’t seem to be capable of refusing me anything, I’m beginning to realize—or the way I used my behind to entice him to fuck me.
It doesn’t matter. Surging toward me, he uses the tip of his claws in one ass cheek to hold me still for a moment before he lines up our bodies and begins to push himself inside of me.
Now, I’m wet. I’m sopping wet. I can tell from the way my nerves jolt, super fucking sensitive, just to have our skin touch. He slides away due to the amount of slick I’m covered in, and it takes him a second try before he manages to insert the tip before feeding the first inch inside of me.
An inch. That’s how much it takes before I tense up, suddenly convinced that this… us… it’s not going to work.
I dig my fingers into the dirt. “Wolf… Wolf… I can’t. You’re too big. I don’t think—”
“Red can take Wolf,” he growls, still moving slowly, still trying to work his way inside of me while giving me a few seconds to adjust every time he gives me a little more.
“Red if half Wolf’s size,” I point out, gasping as he pauses again. “Fuck me.”
“Wolf will. Wolf is trying.”
I close my eyes as a laugh bubbles up my throat.
That’s not what I meant, but Wolf in his naive way didn’t quite understand.
Luckily for me, I needed that. That single moment of bewildered amusement is enough to relax me.
I guess I had stiffened up too much, making it harder for Wolf to do just that.
Once I relax, my body opens up enough that it isn’t much more before he gives me it all.
Does it feel good? It takes a second before my muscles get used to such a massive intrusion before, yeah, it does.
The way that Wolf moans my name over my head, calling out the stars instead as he seats himself inside of me… yeah, it feels pretty damn good to him, too.
I arch my back again. “What does your wolf tell you to do now?”
He slowly pulls out, his dick hitting every single nerve ending in my channel.
I hang my hide, shuddering as the rush of pleasure lighting me up from the inside out. “Yeah. Good answer, Wolf.”
After that, I just grip the ground beneath me as he listened to his wolf.
Alternating between going slow so he doesn’t hurt me, then pounding more wildly as if he can’t resist, I let him fuck me because, honestly?
With a seven-foot monster plowing you, there’s no much else you can do except accept that you instigated this, and that you’ve always considered yourself a ‘villain’ chick.
Except for Gaston. Fuck Gaston. Beast all the way—and… okay. Maybe I should’ve known this was inevitable from the moment I didn’t run screaming once I realized my savior/captor was a wolf-man.
A virgin wolf-man who has never known what it was like to fuck a pussy—and considering our size difference, no matter how many guys I’ve been with, I’m fucking tight compared to him—and is quickly discovering that, legendary creature or not, he’ll have to work on his stamina when it comes to fucking.
That’s why, I’m not so surprised when, suddenly, Wolf empties himself inside of me with a roar.
I have to bite my cheek so that he can’t see my big shit-eating grin when he climbs off of me and looks at my face.
Yeah. I did that. And, sure, he’s a virgin and I hate to even contemplate how long he’s been living along in that weird cottage, but I’m pretty proud of how I got mine before giving him the best—and, okay, only—he’s ever had.
And that’s when I notice something really weird happening down below.
He’s huge. I mean, duh. Wolf basically has a third leg and I’m kind of impressed I was able to take him as well as he thought I could.
All of a sudden, though, it seems like part of him…
down by the base of his dick where he’s still buried deep inside of me… is getting even bigger.
Not only that, but because he’s swelling, something is happening to me.
I… I can’t get off of him. It’s like we’re stuck, the two of us locked together, and as I contract my vaginal muscles quickly, trying to figure out what the hell is going on, Wolf utters another groan before collapsing on top of me.
He’s careful enough that he takes us both to the dirt together. His broad chest and narrow hips serve as a blanket for my back, his body heat scalding me as he lays down on top of me—with his dick still stuck in me.
Welp, I wondered what could go wrong when I decided to fuck a half-wolf monster.
Looks like I just found out.
I wish I had my phone. Or a watch. Something. I’m only guessing how long it takes, but it’s at least fifteen, maybe twenty minutes before Wolf stops nuzzling my back and finally lifts up and off of me before jerking his hips, his spent dick finally slides out of him.
Because I’m suddenly terrified that he’s going to shove it back in me and I’m going to get stuck to him for another half an hour or something, I scramble up to my hands and knees before hurrying to my feet.
Wolf is still on the ground. Sitting there, a lazy yet satisfied smile curved around his fangs, he holds his hand out to me.
Uh-uh. No way.
Shoving my hair out of my face, letting the tangled mess settle down my sweat back, I snap, “What the hell was that?”
From the way that Wolf laid sprawled out on top of me once he was finished, I kind of suspected that he went right to sleep after popping his cherry for the first time.
I didn’t know how it worked for werewolves, but apart from nuzzling against me and rumbling softly, I didn’t think he was up to an interrogation as to why I couldn’t get away from his cock even after I’m damn sure he came inside of me.
Besides, up until he finally pulled out, I was suffering severe anxiety that we’d be stuck like that for good. He was a virgin, right? Maybe he didn’t even know that would happen, and I didn’t want to mess with his afterglow by demanding he rip himself out of me when he obviously couldn’t.