Chapter 10
THE END
Idrop down to the edge of the nest, bracing my hands on the top of his thick thighs before climbing to my knees. The fur only goes up about halfway through those majestic thighs of his, and I scrape my nails through the fur before rubbing the human skin I find there.
He grits his teeth, gnashing his fangs, staying as motionless as he can because that’s what I ordered him to do.
Let’s see how far I can push him.
While one hand stays on his tight, helping me keep my balance, I use the other to take his cock in a firm grip. Wolf instantly bucks, though he stills a second later as though terrified that, if he moves, I’ll release him.
Yeah, right. After watching the way he worked his cock last night, I’ve been dying to get my hands on it just to be able to compare sizes.
And, just like I thought, he’s fucking huge. Seriously. I start stroking him with one hand, but this sucker’s as thick as a coke can, I swear to God. One hand isn’t doing shit, and I free the other so that I can wrap as much both hands around his cock.
Wolf whimpers, and I grin. “You like that? That feel good?”
“That feels amazing,” he grunts.
I’m glad to hear it. I’m also stunned to see that the base of his penis is already starting to inflate a little. From how he explained it, the knot won’t fully form until after he comes, but I can’t risk him going off and getting stuck like that before I work this beast where it belongs.
“You know what’ll feel better?”
This time, his answer is a growl. “What?”
“Can I show you? Do you trust me?”
Do you trust me with this?
His eyes are burnished gold as he stares down at me. “Yes.”
Good.
I’m glad he said he did because the wounded look that flashes across his face when I let go of his dick would’ve hurt me, too.
Luckily, I have no intention of teasing him to the point of pain, and as soon as I release him, I shove the ruined nightdress all the way up past my navel before throwing one leg over each thigh, straddling him.
He growls softly. “Red…”
“I told you, Wolf. Don’t move. Not until I tell you you can.” When his brows draw together, unsure, I reach behind me, gripping his dick. “Remember. Trust me.”
“Always,” he grates out.
‘Always’ makes me a little nervous, and that’s not all.
If I didn’t already know that he could fit that monster inside of me, I’d be a whole lot more worried about what I’m going to do.
But he told me I could take him, and he proved I could, and as I lodge the blunt head of his thick cock against my entrance, I only hope it wasn’t a fluke.
He hisses out a breath as I slowly, slowly sink down on top of him. No matter how long it takes, I go until I’ve taken every last inch. I mean, fuck. It’s like I’ve been impaled, but now that I know about the knot, I make sure our groins are flush before I—just as slowly—begin to rock against him.
His hands twitch at his sides, but he listens. He doesn’t move, letting me have complete control as I stretch myself out enough that I can ride him a little more.
“See?” I murmur. “Not so hard.”
His eyes burn into mine.
“Hard,” he grunts, “is not the problem for Wolf’s cock.”
I laugh softly despite myself. “You’re not wrong, are you? But, I promise, you’ll like the way I mount you.”
In answer, all he does is growl out his name for me. “Red...”
Clutching his shoulders to give me some momentum, I move against him, slow at first, then faster once it hits me that I’m the one setting the pace.
His breath roughens instantly. And though I know Wolf really is a good boy, when I moan his name back to him, the last of his restraint begins to strain. I’ll give him credit. It doesn’t break—not yet—but he can’t keep his hands to himself any longer.
Instead, they come to my hips. He doesn’t stop me from bouncing just enough for the friction to be notable.
Oh, no. He doesn’t force me to ride him, either.
Holding onto me, as though he just needs the connection, he keeps me with him as he rocks his hips, his head tipping back slowly as another groan builds in his chest.
When I don’t stop him, Wolf’s control slips a little further.
Now he’s not just letting me ride. He’s a full participant in fucking me instead of passively letting my writhe on his lap.
He’s panting now, and so am I, and when he bows his head over my shoulder, clutching his arms around me so that I’m locked in his embrace even before his knot ties us together, I give all the control over to Wolf and just hang on, enjoying the last of the ride.
I tear right past my first orgasm, threading my fingers through his shaggy hair as I do my best impersonation of a howl when it slams into me.
But Wolf isn’t done, and there’s no escaping him, so he takes me through a second one before he’s lower body jerks wildly and he begins to fill me up with his come.
At the same time, I experience that strange mix of pleasure and pain as his knot begins to inflate. However, as he begins to lock us together, Wolf cuts his own howl in half as he… he…
He bites me. Right on my upper back, over my shoulder, the closest place he could reach while the two of us are twisted together like a sweaty, sexy pretzel.
Without the endorphins that followed my two orgasms, it might've hurt more than it did. As it is, I barely notice that that’s what he did at first until he lifts his head and I see a trace of blood on his fangs.
My breath catches in the next one, my body going still for half a second before the sensation rushes through me in a wave that is equal parts shock and something far more dangerous because I… I don’t really mind that my wolf-man felt the need to bite down on me as he came apart in my arms.
Especially since he licks the tip of his canines before gazing down at me with utter devotion and rumbling, “Mine.”
I don’t pull away from him. Apart from the fact that we’re stuck like this until his knot goes down, what did I really expect? You get in bed with a possessive wolf in human skin and you don’t get something gentle. I’m beginning to understand that you don’t get anything casual, either.
You get this. Frantic sex full of grunts and growls and blood.
I exhale slowly, my fingers curling slightly against his chest.
“Yeah,” I murmur, my voice a raw raspy thing after what just happened. “That tracks.”
He licks my cheek, tucks me into his chest so that he can do the same to the bite mark on my back.
Ah, well. Let’s just hope that it doesn’t scar or I’m going to have a lot of explaining to do when I go back home.
As though my consciousness knows that I’m not looking forward to this time with Wolf being over, I’m up at the crack of dawn on my fourth day in Blackmoor.
This is it. I’ve made it. I’ve given three full days of my life over to the magic of the forest, and now that I have, I finally understand the price I had to pay in order to earn my wish.
It wasn’t being caught by a wolf and playing out his Red Riding Hood fantasies, courtesy of the cloak that the village council gave me.
Oh, no. It was spending three days with Wolf and realizing that those three days are all I’m ever going to get.
He calls me his. He says I’m his mate. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel a connection with him. It’s not just a physical thing, either. Sure, I initially decided to go ahead with sex because I felt like it was the only way to tame the wild wolf-man, but it’s more than that.
It’s in how he tucks me into his nest, curling his big body around me to share his heat.
It’s in how he feeds me, in how he somehow provided me with boots two days ago when he saw me rub my arches—and then he took my foot in his hand and, careful of his claws, he massaged it for me.
It’s how he treats me like I’m something special, like he’s waited forever for me… but I don’t get forever with him.
We get three days, and now it’s done. I promised three days to Blackmoor—to Wolf—and now it’s time for me to go home.
Now, do I think that he’s going to understand? That he’ll open the door for me, nuzzle my hair as a sort of goodbye, and watch me walk away from him? Yeah, right. I remember his promise.
Run if you want. Wolf will always chase you…
I one hundred percent believe that he will.
With our time so limited, I didn’t want to spend it arguing once he realized that I would have to leave him.
He might even figure out a way to keep me in the cabin after how easily I got away from him on my second night with him.
He’ll chase, but if I can’t escape, he has no reason to follow after me.
That’s why I know I have to be careful today.
Wolf is a creature of habit. When he has to take a piss, he’ll go outside.
When he wants meat that he’ll cook over the fire until it’s not bloody?
He’ll go hunting. And when he wants to reinforce his territorial markings and prove that no one has breached his borders, he’ll—you guessed it—go outside.
That’s what I’ll need to wait for. I need to get enough of a head start that I can figure out how to find my way back to the beginning of the forest without Wolf being able to come after me.
I’m betting on how he won’t leave his immediate territory to pursue me.
If he does, I’ll need to put as much space between us that I can lose him, whether that means crossing streams and rolling in whatever shit I can find to trick his nose.
And I hate it. I hate that I have to do this. I’d much prefer to spend the morning together and let him know I’ll never forget him, but he’s Wolf. Not only will he be unable to understand why I have to go, he’ll be able to look right through me and see that I don’t want to.
But what else can I do? I was orphaned before I was five, left to be raised by at least nine different families before the system booted my ass out the door.
The only person who’s ever stuck by my side was Goldie, and once I moved to Massachusetts and she stayed in New Jersey, commuting to New York to her job as a hotshot editor at a publishing house, we became texting buddies more or less.
It’s like she forgot about me, too, and if that’s my old insecurities rearing their ugly head, it’s true.
Damn it. When I said I wanted true love…
my very own happy-ever-after… I never thought I’d get a taste of what it’s like to live out a fairy tale before I’d have to return to the real world.
But I have to. I spent too many years researching, too much money for this chance to give up now.
My wish is within my grasp. All I have to do is get out of Blackmoor and it’s mine.
For now, I stay in the nest, telling myself that I have hours before the window of opportunity closes.
I promised Blackmoor three days, but if I stay past the fourth, I forfeit everything.
I leave with nothing. If I’m going to break Wolf’s heart, I’m at least going to make it worthwhile, as cruel as that sounds.
And if it makes my chest ache a little to think of leaving him behind, well… this is what I signed up for.
Just a little longer. I’ll enjoy his musk and his heat and the way the fur on his legs tickles my calves as he wraps his big body around me just a little longer. And if he wants to kiss me awake on my pussy like he did yesterday morning, well… there’s still time.
At least, that was my plan. Wolf, it seems, has something else in mind.
Carefully, as though he doesn’t want to disturb me, he shifts away from me.
Last night, as we climbed into the pile of blankets on the floor, I’d waited for Wolf to ease the cloak off of my shoulders and put it away in the dresser where he keeps it when he isn’t pulling a pair of magic boots out of it or a pair of linen pants.
Every time I’ve peeked in it, it’s been empty, but not when Wolf uses it.
I figured he would return his pants and my cloak to it, only he didn’t.
Instead, after he used his claws to finger-comb out my hair, he guided me onto the nest so that my red cloak and my red hair spread out beneath me.
For the last time, he pushed himself inside of me.
He did so face to face, watching my every expression as I writhed beneath him, burying my fingers into the fur on his chest, gasping and moaning and fucking mewling as he locked us together with his knot again.
We fell asleep together like that, with Wolf inside of me. Now that I understood that he wasn’t stuck inside of me forever, it was actually kind of… sweet, the way he kept his cock buried deep in my pussy even after we both came, almost as though he couldn’t bear to let me out of his embrace.
Now it’s like he can’t get away from me fast enough.
I quirk open my eyes to see that Wolf is already sitting up, his broad back to me. His wolfy ears are twitching slightly, his head cocked as though he’s listening to something beyond the walls of his cottage.
Does he hear something? Is someone out there?
Before I can let him know I’m awake and ask him what’s wrong, he leaps to his feet and crosses the small room quickly.
Wolf heads for the front door. Without a single glance behind him, he grabs the knob.
The door creaks a little as he opens it, a blast of cold air rushing inside before he steps out into the dawn.
And just like that he’s gone.