Chapter 30
Nice, Normal People
IRIS
“Elliot?”
My voice feels too loud in the deadly quiet of my room, but he hasn’t moved in almost a minute, and I’m starting to worry that removing the dampener was a mistake.
“Elliot,” I prompt for the fifth time. “I need you to say something.”
I know he hears me because he is staring at me. Those same soft, perdoit eyes contrasting with his dark fur, but his only answer is a guttural sound deep in his chest.
“No,” I say. “I want words.”
He growls again, and I roll my eyes.
I’m not sure what I was expecting when I took the choker off. But it wasn’t this.
His transformation was fast. So fast, he didn’t even have time to remove himself from between my legs.
Of all things, I never expected it to be so hot. Maybe even hotter than before.
Elliot’s wolf is beautiful. Dark and sleek, like his human form, and muscular beyond anything I ever thought possible. His hands are huge, capped with dark claws that rival my own, and his teeth gleam as he pants.
I rub my hands through his thick fur, doing my best to ease the tension in his back, but it’s no use. He is fixated. And I think I know why.
The wolf’s dick is massive.
What was once nine inches and as thick as my wrist now feels more like ten and thicker than my forearm.
I try not to wince as he continues to sit, stretching me to capacity, but my pussy is starting to ache, and when he still hasn’t spoken after another minute of waiting, I start to pull myself free.
“Don’t.”
My body stills at the foreign voice that comes out of him.
“Please, don’t,” he repeats, teeth dripping in saliva.
His voice is deeper than usual, almost baritone, rumbling through me from the place our bodies meet, and I run my hands over his muzzle and ears as he continues to prop himself over me.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
He nods, shutting his eyes as he fists the pillow by my head.
“Yeah,” he grinds out, practically snarling. “You just…you feel so good…”
His hips shift, pushing deeper, and I gasp.
Holy shit.
“I’m afraid I might break you,” he mutters, dragging his tongue across my neck and testing my limits with another thrust.
In response, sparks move up my spine and back down again before settling in between my thighs, where my heartbeat thumps like a drum.
Elliot’s teeth grind as he sucks in a sharp breath.
“Fuck, I can feel that,” he growls, rocking his hips forward.
The sensation is blinding, and I cry out, unable to sit still any longer.
“Elliot, please. I need you to move.” My breath is ragged as I plead with him. “Please, baby. I need you to fuck me.”
My words send him over the edge, and he lets loose a truly feral sound as he rocks his hips.
Once he starts to move, there is no slowing.
He is raw and desperate. Uncontrolled and unrestrained. Nothing at all like the carefully curated experience before.
Last time we were lying. To each other, and to ourselves. We were holding back, then. But we don’t have to be careful anymore.
I claw at him as he drives my body into the bed, and he does the same as he clings to my hips for leverage. I sink my teeth into his shoulder when I’m close, and he roars, tearing through the sheets as he fists the fabric beneath us.
As he continues strumming my body to completion, my doubts dissipate.
Elliot is who I want. He’s all I’ll ever want. But I don’t think he knows that.
“I want you on your back,” I whisper.
The hair on his spine stands at attention as he stills, but he complies without question, gripping me tight and turning us over so I’m straddling him.
I fist the fur on his chest as I move, and Elliot’s eyes roll back, gripping my hips.
“You’re mine,” I tell him, grinding onto his dick.
He nods, growling.
“Yes,” he says. “I’m yours, baby.”
“Forever,” I declare, and he nods, eyes shut tight. “Say it,” I demand.
Elliot groans, claws drawing blood along my thighs, but the words make their way out between a deep moan.
“Yes, baby.” His soft, green eyes turn down, pleasure making him needy. “Forever,” he says. “I’m yours forever.”
Blood rushes to my head as another orgasm mounts, but it is quickly cut off as my ears start to ring and a knot grows stiff inside me. I cry out.
“Elliot!” I shout, collapsing on top of him.
His arms come around me, and he stills, but the swell in his dick keeps him from retreating.
“Fuck,” he hisses between clenched teeth. moving ever so slightly. The sensation is so overwhelming that it brings tears to my eyes.
His ears flatten along his head, looking more worried than pleased.
“I’m sorry,” he mutters. “That’s never happened before.”
“What is it?” I ask, wincing as he shifts.
“My knot.”
“Your what?” I mutter.
“It’s a swelling in my dick to keep you from…” He pauses as he searches for the right words, ultimately landing on, “…leaving.”
“Oh.”
He nods.
“It’s very rare for claimed mates to knot,” he explains. “I didn’t think it was possible, otherwise I would have warned you.”
“It’s okay.”
“Does it hurt?”
I wiggle my hips, testing the tension, and Elliot answers my curiosity with a single thrust.
It doesn’t hurt. He might rip me in half, but it doesn’t hurt.
I’m aware of every inch of him, and a quiet moan escapes as the knot drags over my insides.
Paired with the tender pressure of his piercing, I’m convinced Elliot’s dick was hand-crafted by the gods themselves.
He chuckles at the blissful expression on my face.
“I’ll take that as a no.”
I shake my head.
“What do we do?” I ask.
“There’s only one way to get rid of it,” he says, smiling with all his teeth. “What’s my record?”
“Eight,” I say. “No hands.”
He smirks.
“Easy.”
* * *
It takes hours for the knot to subside, and a little longer for his shift to revert. Long after the potion wears off. But he doesn’t seem to mind, and I’m certainly not complaining. It is a feeling unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. And by the time morning comes, we still haven’t slept.
“Should we get up?” he asks, stroking my back.
“Mmm.” I cuddle closer, not yet ready to abandon the sweaty haze. “Shhh.”
Elliot chuckles, the deep vibration moving across my fingers as I press my palm to his chest.
“We can’t stay here forever,” he says.
I groan into his side.
“Why not?”
“For one, I’m starving. And two, the rumors would be ridiculous. They’ll say I killed you.”
My eyes roll.
“Please, no one would believe that. They’d probably just think I chained you to my bed so I can feed on you for all eternity.”
His hand moves down my back as I crawl over top of him, resting my chin on his stomach.
“Oh, was that the plan?” he asks.
“Yeah,” I confess, shrugging. “But it’s not going too well.”
I scoot a little higher, wedging my face in the curve of his neck, and he places a kiss on my wrist.
The simple gesture seems spontaneous, but I know it’s not. For Elliot, every touch is a choice. And even though he doesn’t believe me, it is enough to know he chooses me, over and over again.
“Maybe they’ll just think we went missing,” I say. “Like nice, normal people.”
He smiles, flashing his canines as his hand comes down on my ass with a loud smack.
“If only you were nice, and I was normal,” he says.
“Sounds boring.”
We lay there awhile longer, waiting until the sun peeks through the curtains before Elliot insists we shower.
I let him go first, on account that I’m still not ready to leave the pile of torn sheets that used to be my bed.
He complains of my mess as he steps over a stray heel, picking it up and setting it aside.
But I ignore him, watching the muscles in his back ripple as he walks instead.
He keeps his shower brief, and I try to do the same.
But my body is sore as I step under the hot water, and I linger longer than I’d like to.
When I emerge, Elliot is still half-clothed, sitting on the edge of the bed, watching me.
I’m reckless with my towel as I gather my clothes, and he grins as it starts to slip past my chest.
“You’re such a tease,” he says.
“You love it.”
I drop the towel in its entirety, and Elliot leans back on his hands, watching me as I dress.
“I shouldn’t have done that,” he mutters.
“Done what?”
But as I look at him, his eyes are fixed on my hips, staring blankly at the claw marks he’s left behind, and I laugh as I jump to fit my jeans over my ass.
“Have you seen yourself?” I ask.
I gesture at the teeth marks on his arms and shoulder. They aren’t deep enough to scar, but it will be a while before they fade. Longer than the wide array of scratches on his back and chest. Some of which run from his hips all the way to his throat.
“It’s not the same, and you know it.”
I shrug as I pull my t-shirt over my head.
“I don’t see why not,” I say. “I’m more full than I’ve ever been. They’ll heal in a couple days.”
He shakes his head.
“That could’ve ended much differently.”
“But it didn’t,” I remind him. “And it won’t, because your wolf likes me.”
“Likes you?” he repeats, a little more incredulous than I’d prefer. “I don’t think my wolf likes anyone.”
“That knot of yours begs to differ.”
I wink as I turn back for my vanity, dabbing on a bit of lip gloss and doing my best to smooth down the frizz on top of my head. Serves me right for getting plowed into the pillows for hours on end.
Elliot takes his time. He’s not ready to go back either.
He doesn’t say so, but I can see it in his posture, the subtle curve of his shoulders, and the general air of gloom that’s hovering over him. He’s worried about the inquiry. Admittedly, so am I. But I decided we would ignore it for just today. Today, we’re going to be normal.
“Baby, can you…”
His voice pulls me back to the moment, and I realize normal is easier said than done.
He’s sat, hunched over on the edge of the bed, holding out the dampener with a look of defeat on his face that makes me want to weep. But I try not to let my frustration show as I cross the room.