Chapter 8 #2
Now that we’re separated at last, I trip over my boots to put a good amount of distance between us before I point an accusatory finger at him, waiting for his reply.
With my other hand, I do my best to right the dress as best as I can to cover myself. The way that Wolf’s looking at me now… yeah, that’s probably a good idea.
He frowns when I don’t come any closer to him. “What was what?” he rumbles.
“Don’t play coy with me, Wolf.” I twirl my finger, circling his cock from a distance. “What the fuck was that? It… I don’t know… it, like, blew up inside me and we got stuck.”
He nods. “Yes. Wolf knows.”
I’m sorry? “What?!”
He shrugs, the gesture too human for this conversation.
“It is what a cock does.” At my bewildered look, he adds, “During mating, a wolf’s knot ties him and his mate together so that she gets all of his seed.
Wolf gave Red his, and his knot swelled inside her cunt so that it stayed where it belonged.
In his mate. That way there will be pups some day. ”
You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me. Set aside how proud Wolf looks to be explaining that to me.
Oh, and the fact that I have no interest in procreating with a mythical wolf-man who lives in a forest who shouldn’t exist…
I mean, thank God for birth control, right?
But whether that’s something that happens here or not, I’ll tell you one thing.
“That is not how cocks work, Wolf.”
“Red—”
I ignore him. “No. I mean it. I’ve fucked plenty of cocks—”
It’s Wolf’s turn to interrupt me with a growl as he leaps to his feet, his cock bobbing noticeable as—holy shit—it begins to harden again.
“Red is the only one who’s ever taken Wolf’s cock.
My mate was made for it, the only one who could receive me.
Red is human. Wolf understands this. But if any other male touches his mate now that Wolf has claimed her, I will…
” He snaps his fangs before slashing his claws through the air in front of him.
Good going, Char. He’s the big, bad wolf, all right, and having sex with him when he’s convinced I’m his mate was a colossally stupid idea.
Rubbing his face in the fact that I’m definitely not a virgin…
another mistake. He’ll probably only get even more possessive over me, and I’m supposed to leave Blackmoor in less than two days.
Good thing that’s not a ‘today’ problem. I still have one more full day left in Blackmoor, and I had been beginning to think that it wouldn’t be so bad to spend it with Wolf, but after that weird locking thing that happened…
While we fucked, Wolf took me from behind.
I wasn’t surprised, considering he’s, well, part wolf, but when he had me on my hands and knees as he stroked in and out of me, it was so easy to focus on the pleasure and ignore how different he is from any other man I’ve ever known.
But then he swelled up inside of me, and he seems to think that’s perfectly normal, and now I’m pretty weirded out.
Even more because, if that hadn’t have happened, I’d probably be rubbing up against him, spurring him to get ready for round two.
What makes it worse is that Wolf… one look at the way his cock is stiffening at an impressive pace and it’s obvious that he is ready.
I hold up my hands, warding him off in case he gets any funny ideas.
“Back to the knot thing,” I say because no one can ever accuse Charlotte Linden of being subtle. So I’m changing the subject and, hopefully, distracting him. I’m still trying to figure out how exactly that works.
For a second, Wolf’s features sharpen as though he’s remembering how carelessly I mentioned all the other cocks I fucked, but then he takes a few careful steps toward me.
I suck in a breath, waiting to see what he’s going to do.
“Wolf can show you.”
A hollow laugh escapes me. “If that’s your way of asking me to bend over so that we can do that okay, I’m good.”
He shakes his head, shaggy hair falling forward into his eyes. He shoves it roughly back before dropping his hand by his groin. “Wolf doesn’t need to mate to show Red his knot.”
Oh. In that case… wait. What?
I find out what Wolf means a moment later when he grips his cock and slowly, leisurely, seductively begins to jerk-off.
And me, being the not-so-well-adjusted slut that I am, I watch the practiced motion of his hand, fucking mesmerized.
The rasp of his palm against the skin. The way his breath quickens, and my pulse pounds. His eyes locked on me, my gaze stuck on his monster dick as his claws touch, keeping them away from his skin as he works his arm.
My mouth fills my moisture. I swallow before wiping the corner of my lips with my thumb.
Shit. There’s something so erotically intoxicating about the way that Wolf handles himself without an ounce of shame.
In fact, he looks like he’s getting more pleasure at the way that I’m reacting to him masturbating out in the woods.
“Can Red see?” Wolf growls. “Look. Here.” He lets go of his cock for a second, pointing at the slightly bulbous growth ringing the base of his dick where it connects to his groin.
It’s fucking amazing how, for such a furry creature, I have more hair on my genitals than he does.
No pubic hair or fur at all near his groin, making his dick seem even larger in comparison without a bush.
I guess I understand why now. If there was anything there, it might interfere with the knot forming in the exact spot. This way, I can see it as it slowly grows, but I don’t understand how that tiny difference managed to keep me tied to Wolf for as long as it did.
And then he says, “Keep watching, Red. Watch your Wolf.”
I’m watching, and maybe that was a mistake before I’m so focused on his dick that I don’t really understand how he went from being over there to right next to me until he’s so close, I could finish the job for him if I wanted.
I don’t. I keep my hands to myself as Wolf digs his paws into the earth, quickening his pace until his big body shudders and jets of off-white semen come splurting out of the end of his dick.
He turns from me, spraying on the dirt in one direction. With a spin, still stroking himself, he sends some in the opposite direction.
And then, before I can react, he faces me, sending the last of his jizz right in the middle of the crumpled black nightie.
“What the fuck?” I blurt out, stunned that he just made it a point to come on me.
“Wolf’s knot,” he says proudly, letting his hands settle at his side while his dick still points at me.
Okay. I see what it means. It doesn’t quite look like there’s a fucking donut under his skin, but it’s close. That’s how big the knot became as soon as he orgasmed, which makes sense when I realize we didn’t get stuck until he finished inside of me.
But now he finished on me.
I gesture angrily at it. “Yeah, great. Wonderful. But what the fuck was that?”
Wolf drops down to a crouch in front of me, his dick still bobbing way too enticingly. He reaches out, using the side of his thumb to run his spunk into the fabric.
“Piss marks Wolf’s territory, warning other beats away. Seed does it, too, and now all beasts will know that Red belongs to Wolf.”
My eyes flutter close as I resist the urge to scream.
Did I honestly forget for even a moment that Wolf wasn’t a fucking wolf?
Yeah. Never again.