Lielit
Are you sure I have to do it with him? I demanded, even as I jerked the dick’s dick.
Ah, yes. It’s him or suffer. And claw him—don’t bite hard enough to break the skin, Bouda said, her voice calm and steady in my head.
His precum dribbled over my hand. The scent I’d been ignoring hit me head-on, no longer something I could push aside. Each note slid down the back of my throat, unavoidable.
We stared at one another. I hoped my eyes spat every ounce of hatred I felt—for him and the dumb wolf who had done this to me. If it hadn’t been for Bouda, I would have thought I was sick again.
His eyes widened, pupils dilating until they nearly swallowed the green-blue of his irises. He growled and shoved me onto my back.
I released him and punched him straight in the throat.
Thanks, I said to Bouda, who lent her strength and momentum to the blow.
We watched as he clutched his neck—grunting, choking, gasping for air.
When his eyes watered, I couldn’t help but smile. Not a weak one. A real one. It felt so damn good.
He finally sucked in a breath and tumbled off the bed—unfortunately.
He launched into a rant, swearing, pacing, being himself. I barely listened.
My eyes tracked his dick as it bobbed once… twice. As he stalked back and forth, it swung heavily from side to side. My stomach clenched at the sight of it—thick, flushed, the knot swollen and angry at the base.
I’d never seen anything like it.
Heat flooded my thighs. Then another gush—and I moaned.
He paused and shuffled back to the edge of the bed, planting his hands on his hips.
“I’m not fucking you if you keep attacking me.”
His words might have carried more weight if he hadn’t wheezed them out.
“Fine,” I said, propping myself up on one elbow. “Ask the wolf to fuck me.”
He started to morph, the wolf’s head stretching out beside his—
“No,” Blaidd croaked, lunging to shove him back down.
The grey muzzle vanished as quickly as it had appeared.
Good dog. He tried to answer your call, Bouda snickered—though beneath it, I felt her approval.
He rubbed his throat and stepped closer.
“I suppose you’ll do,” I muttered.
He opened his mouth to bitch again, but I flung the sheets back. His gaze dropped instantly—tracked down my body—before he warily knelt at the edge of the mattress, his eyes settling on my breasts.
I glanced at his cock as it drew closer. A single clear droplet gathered at the tip, swelling before it began to slide. My mouth watered. I leaned forward and licked it away just as it rolled over the head.
So good. So sweet.
It tasted faintly of apples and elderflower.
I wanted more.
I circled my fingers around him and began to pump, slow and deliberate. My lips closed around the swollen head and I sucked.
“Yes,” he hissed—but he didn’t touch me.
He was learning.
“Deeper,” he said.
My fingers brushed his knot before I squeezed the mangled, swollen mess. He moved closer, and I dragged my lips down his length until he hit the back of my throat.
I pulled off him with a loud pop.
His nostrils flared. His left eye twitched—once, twice.
He didn’t say a word.
“I don’t want to see your face,” I said, turning onto my stomach.
“That’s fine by me.”
I felt him shift lower on the bed.
“Get on your knees,” he said, spreading my legs.
“No.”
I knew I should—it would give me what I needed—but the fact that he thought he could instruct me scraped raw.
He muttered under his breath.
Then his knees slid over me, settling near my hips.
“You’re soaked,” he said, stating the obvious.
It was a messed-up biological urge, the kind that made me feel like I’d overdosed on Viagra. My pussy had been clenching and contracting ever since I’d heard the helicopter. The last twenty-four hours were a blur.
“Hurry up,” I snapped.
He shifted back slightly—and then I felt him.
I tilted my hips up, and he didn’t wait or tease. He pushed straight in, filling that damn void. I gripped the pillows and welcomed the girth of his cock.
“That better, Lielit?” he asked, rubbing the base of my spine.
I nodded.
“Good,” he said. “Because I’m going to work my knot inside of you. You saw how big it gets.” He rocked against my arse cheeks, sliding his cock back and forth.
Bouda had explained this wasn’t natural for us—but because it was a wolf that bit me, this was what I needed for relief. Nature was not on my side, all because of that damn bite.
“Do you want to stop,” I muttered, breathless, “and draw me a diagram?”
“No. I. Don’t,” he said, thrusting hard on each word.
It felt better—but I needed more.
“Is that all you’ve got?” I mocked.
He growled, his hands clamping onto my hips as he lifted them. He shoved my knees forward, spreading me open, forcing me to crouch beneath him.
“I’ll show you what I’ve got,” he muttered, resuming his thrusts.
They were instantly deeper.
My feet curled, a gasp tearing free.
“Yeah?” he grunted, slamming harder until I felt his knot brush against my pussy.
“Yes,” I panted.
He braced himself over me, hands planted on the bed, and fucked me harder until his knot began to slap against me. I kept saturating him until it was wet enough to edge inside.
“That’s it—open that cunt up for my knot,” he growled. “You need it, don’t you?”
Unfortunately, yes.
But I kept that to myself.
He pressed in, the pressure forcing me open. I pushed back, stretching around the hot mass.
I was right on the brink. My breathing turned ragged, the burn building—then he thrust forward and stuffed it all inside.
I cried out, clutching at him, throwing myself back as he grunted against my ear.
“Fuck,” he rasped.
My eyes rolled back. My body locked as I came, my pussy spasming hard around him.
There was pain. There was pleasure. But most of all, it ripped away that nasty ache that had been building since yesterday.
My body still twitched and jerked as he came, torrents of heat flooding inside me.
My eyes slid shut, my head slumping as darkness dragged me under—my body still clenching around him in small, pulsing contractions.