6. Rutroh
Steel
Every bone in my body was on fire the moment I woke up.
I thought I’d been in a rut, and I was fucking wrong. Whatever this was? It was ten times worse. A hundred times worse.
I sat up in bed, my cock hard and leaking against my thigh. My head spun as I looked around, realizing I was still in Oliver’s bed. But, he wasn’t next to me. His scent was a little stale too. I frowned, but then spotted a written note on the side table.
Ran out for some groceries! I should be back before you’re awake, but if not, will be home soon.
- Oli
When was that? What if something happened to him? We weren’t mated yet, so it wasn’t like I’d be able to feel if he were in danger through our bond.
My heart pounded as I picked up my phone.
All day yesterday, we’d fucked. We’d fucked, ate good food, watched a couple movies and talked about our lives, then fucked again. I’d fallen asleep around midnight and wasn’t sure the last time I’d slept that well.
But now I was awake. Now I wanted him. It’d been only a day since we met, and I already needed him more than I needed water.
I pulled up his contact and pressed the call button, flopping back in my bed. It rang twice, but then he answered.
“Good morning, pup,” he said, his voice husky.
“I’m dying,” I rasped. “Are you okay? I saw your note.”
“I’m good, I ended up running to a second store to get some ginger . . . You don’t sound so good. Are you okay?”
“I think so,” I whispered. “Sorry. I can’t think. I—”
“I’ll be home soon,” he said. “Half an hour, tops. I’ll take care of you.”
“Are you sure?” I squeaked. My chest ached at the thought of him rejecting me. Did he really want to take care of a werewolf in full rut? Yesterday had been perfect, was he realizing how hard I could be? In more ways than one . . . “I’m going to be a handful, you know.”
“Well goodness, I hope you are. I’ll be there soon.”
“Okay,” I murmured. Fuck, I didn’t even want him to hang up.
Oliver let out a deep hum. “How about I stay on the phone with you?”
“How’d you know?” I mumbled.
“Just a hunch. Did you sleep okay?”
I sniffled as I shifted in bed, rolling onto my back and looking up at the mirror. My cock and knot hurt. Every muscle in my body burned and to even move felt like a chore. The only thing I wanted right now was for my mate to be bouncing up and down on my cock.
“Fuck,” I groaned, trying to push that visual out of my head.
Cum dribbled down my leg. I looked down at myself, shaking my head. “I’m a fucking mess, Oli.”
“And soon you’ll be my mess. You know I dreamed about you last night?”
I swear to the gods, my cock stood straight up. “You did?” I croaked.
“I did.” I heard a car door shutting and the rumble of his engine. The phone clattered against something, and he’d switched it to speaker. “All fucking night, too. And it was even better knowing you were right there beside me. Also, you have the softest, cutest snores.”
I was blushing. “If I woke you—”
“You didn’t. I’m a restless sleeper some nights. And it’s been a long time since I shared a bed. It was harder to keep my hands off you, honestly.”
“I want to fuck you,” I whined, squeezing my eyes shut. “Now.”
“You will. Soon. I decided to put in a toy this morning while you were sleeping.”
My cock pulsed at the thought of him prepping himself to take me. Even if I were the one fucking him, I knew I’d still be submitting to him. And gods, I wanted him inside me too.
“We’ll get some good food in you,” he said. “And you’ll stay with me tonight. We’ll have another sex-filled day. Okay?”
“I’ll be even worse when the moon is out,” I warned. “And I think the full moon is tomorrow night. I will be a nightmare for the next forty-eight hours.”
“I don’t care. We can fuck until the sun rises tomorrow morning and then sleep all day. I’m off work until Tuesday. I’ve got no plans but to be with you. We’ll take care of your rut and then figure everything else out. Besides, this just means we get to use all the toys I have.”
“Like the fleshlight,” I said, thinking about how fucking good that had felt milking my cock.
“Or the riding crop. The paddle, the cuffs. So many options. Are you touching yourself right now?”
“I don’t want to touch myself,” I whined. “I want you to touch me.”
“What if you touch yourself for me until I get there?”
Maybe that’d work. I huffed as I closed my hand around the base of my cock, my entire body jerking. I gasped, realizing just how insanely sensitive I was.
“Take it slow,” he commanded softly. “Ease into it.”
I squeezed my eyes shut as I listened to his voice. The baritone of it soothed me, his words gentle but firm.
I’d never been with someone who was willing to dominate me, and it was all I’d ever wanted.
I’d always been expected to be the commanding one, but it wasn’t right for me in the bedroom.
It felt too good to have someone else take the control for a little bit.
I wanted to be collared and leashed and fucked until all I could think about was coming inside my mate, breeding the two of us into a pheromone daze.
“I’ll be home soon,” he reminded me. “Keep touching yourself.”
I slid my hand up and down, slow. So painfully slow. “Please get home quick,” I whined. “I’m dying.”
“I know. If I could do that nifty trick the Barista can do with portals, that’d be a real game changer. I’d already be riding your cock.”
A low moan tugged in my chest. Yesterday, we hadn’t gotten around to me fucking him. It didn’t matter at the time, of course. I’d lost count of how many times I came. But I really needed him on top of me right now.
Oli’s voice was my lighthouse breaking through a storm, guiding me through the intense waves crashing into me as I touched myself.
“Turning down my driveway,” he said.
I blinked, realizing that I’d been in a trance. I lifted my head as I heard the tires on the gravel.
“Stay in bed,” he said. “I’ll put the groceries away and come to you.”
“Hurry,” I rasped.
Our call ended. I listened to his footsteps, the front door opening and closing, the shuffling in the kitchen. I wasn’t sure anyone had ever put groceries away as quickly as Oli did.
He thundered down the hall and he appeared in the doorway of the bedroom. I breathed in deep as his scent hit me, a growl rumbling in my chest.
Oliver tore off his clothes. The bed rocked as he climbed onto the mattress, straddling my abdomen. I arched up, catching his mouth against mine. I loved the way his lips parted for me, the taste of him a soothing balm.
He tasted like bitter black coffee and the sugar-sweet answer to all my problems.
His hands smoothed over my chest, his touch exciting me.
“Good morning,” he said softly. “How are you feeling?”
“Better now that you’re here,” I croaked. “Much better now that you’re here.”
“Good.” Oliver's thighs clamped around my hips, and he smiled down at me as he leaned back, reaching behind him to close his hand around my cock.
It was like a shockwave hit my body, and I arched up, crying out as he started to move his hand up and down.
My rut came roaring back. Pleasure crackled through my nerves. I was so desperate to be inside him. So fucking desperate.
“I loved watching you sleep,” he whispered. “You really do snore in the cutest way.”
I grunted, wanting to apologize for keeping him up, but he tightened his grip around my cock and all words failed.
“Don’t apologize to me,” he demanded. “Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Oli leaned over, kissing me once more before he slid from my body and off the bed.
I started to protest, but then I realized he was grabbing the bottle of lube.
The cap clicked as he flipped it open and poured a generous amount in his hands.
He joined me back on the bed, lubing up my cock, and then prepping himself for me.
I was helpless. I could barely move. I laid there, every muscle heavy as I watched him.
My mate.
Without a doubt, he was meant to be my mate.
I couldn't believe I've ever been resistant to the idea of being mated. It felt silly now. Looking at the man I was meant to be with, I was filled with a sense of awe. Gratitude even. He was mine, and I was meant to be his. All of the logistics could come later, all of our worries for another day.
In this moment, in this room, I was his.
“Okay. Let’s give this a try,” he said.
He swung his leg over me, guiding the head of my cock toward his hole. My hands settled on his hips, and I lifted him with ease, helping him hover right above me so that he didn’t take too much at once.
“Are you sure?” I worried about being too fucking big.
“Absolutely sure,” he said. “I want to feel your werewolf cock pulsing inside me.”
Fuck. I was going to lose it. Just hearing him say that, I could feel pre-cum dripping down my shaft and all the way down to my knot and balls, both heavy and waiting to unleash.
Fuck. What about my knot?
I opened my mouth to say something, but then Oli sat back, taking the first couple inches of me. I cried out, gasping for air as his hole closed around me.
Nothing else in the world felt this good. The toy we’d used was good, sure, but having Oliver sink his body down mine and taking every single fucking inch, his expression cracking with pleasure—there was nothing better. Absolutely nothing better.
It took every ounce of control not to immediately thrust up. I was fighting for my life. My claws dug into the blankets, ripping the new sheets. Fuck, I really needed to buy him more. Especially if I was gonna keep tearing them up like this.
But before I could feel an ounce of guilt, all thoughts flew out the window, and my focus was solely on him.
The silver in Oliver's hair glinted from the morning sunlight. His head fell back on a moan, his hips rocking. His cock hardened, stiffening as he sat all the way down, only stopping once he bumped against my knot. My swollen, throbbing knot.
Honestly, I was impressed. I hadn't been so sure he’d be able to take me.
Oli let out a string of curses, his eyes fluttering. “You have a big fucking cock, Steel.”
I gripped his hips again, careful not to cut him with my claws. I lifted him slightly, giving him time to adjust before he used gravity to come back down. My dick pulsed inside him, the walls milking me, tight and hot.
Mate, mate, mate.
All I wanted to do was mate him. It was like a song stuck in my head, unwilling to go away. This incessant demand to make him mine forever. To bind our souls together, to commit now. Why wait?
All my logic was fading even though I knew there were a million reasons to wait for that. It was a big commitment. It meant that our lives would change completely. I hadn't even met his family, he hadn't met mine.
And I didn't even care. I just wanted him.
“Steel,” he said seriously. “What’s going through that head of yours? You're staring at me like I've become a monster.”
“I want to mate you,” I admitted. “I’m resisting the urge to bite you. Every single part of me demands that I take you now. But I know that isn’t fair. And I'm not asking for that.”
His hands planted on my chest as he started to roll his hips, my dick sliding in and out of him at a pace that had me reeling.
“I don't know what to say,” he rasped, eyes fluttering. “If you asked me, I'd probably say yes. Even if it were a bad idea.”
It was a bad idea. We’d just fucking met. But hadn't this exact thing worked out for other monsters and humans that I knew? Hadn’t this exact scenario happened where they were whisked away for a weekend and mated and figured life out later?
Was it so bad to do things that way?
“We will wait,” I decided. “At least a little longer.”
Even though it was fucking torture.
My nostrils flared as I inhaled his scent. A musky scent of arousal that made my mouth water. My eyes rolled back in my head and I moaned, thrusting my hips up to meet him.
“Are you so sure, pup?” he teased.
“Yes,” I rasped. “I want to wait until I’m out of my rut. I want us to have clear heads. I bet you’re being affected by my pheromones too. I might submit to you, but I’m still an Alpha. And even if you’re human, you’re meant to be mine, and our bodies react to each other.”
“But it feels so good,” he moaned.
He was right. It did feel good. It felt more than good. My resistance was slowly slipping, fraying like an old piece of yarn.
“We’ll decide later,” Oli finally said, his tone decisive. “For now, I’ll keep riding your dick until you come inside me.”
I was right there, right on the edge. I closed my eyes, focusing on the feeling of his body with mine. The raw instincts taking over, the pleasure coursing through my veins.
“I’m close,” I gasped.
“Good. I want you to come. Come for me, pup. I know you need it, don’t you?”
He was right, I did need it. I needed it like he was the medicine and I was sick. I was sick for him, fucking desperate. Fuck.
With one final gasp, I thrust deep inside him and unleashed. I cried out, my voice echoing through the bedroom as I filled him with every drop. Oli gasped, his fingers gripping my fur.
The moment I finished coming inside him, I flipped him over on the bed, spreading his cheeks and driving my tongue between them.
“Oh fuck,” he gasped.
Oli groaned as I licked up my cum, lapping it out of him as he stroked his cock.
“That’s right. Fuck, you do that so well for me, don’t you pup?”
I drove my tongue deeper, enjoying the salty taste of my seed buried deep inside him. He moaned as he suddenly pulled away and flipped over onto his back, pulling his knees back.
His cock and balls were right there, his hole still glistening from my cum.
Fuck, I wanted to worship his balls.
His gaze met mine and he offered a soft smile, his skin glowing, flushed from being thoroughly pleasured. I leaned in, dragging my tongue over one of his balls, and then the other. I groaned as I huffed in his scent, enjoying the moans of pleasure he made.
I just wanted to worship him. Every fucking part of him.
I kept licking and kissing his balls, losing track of time. My eyes closed as I focused on him. Only him. I felt like I was floating in the clouds, my veins buzzing with the electric aftermath of satisfying myself so deeply.
“Keep going,” he said. “Don’t you dare stop.”
I wouldn’t dream of it. My tongue lavished him, until something hot jerked against my face. My eyes flew open and I realized he’d come.
I licked it up, moaning as the taste of him mixed with the taste of me. Then, I melted against him, my head resting on the top of his thigh.
We’d rest for a few moments.
But I knew we were nowhere close to being done.