The Werewolves #15
He's different from the others. He looks more like a wolf in his human form. Too big, too inhuman. The knot at the base of his shaft is the largest of them all, next to Arlo's. I can see why they saved him for last.
My legs spread on either side of his hips. I can feel Arlo at my back again. Knox's hands come to my waist, tracing the curve of my hips before squeezing my ass cheeks, spreading them wide, using his strength to lift me slightly, then lower me down onto his length.
It's a strain, despite just having four cocks in a row inside me.
We both groan. I'm a sweaty mess, exhausted, but nowhere near ready to be done.
Knox's dick is thick and veiny. The texture drags along my channel, and my pussy suckles him tight as he lifts me and lowers, one inch at a time. "God fucking damn, woman," Knox roars.
He's too big, he barely fits. But eventually, I'm seated fully on top of him. But it's only the start. Arlo, at my back, pushes my torso forward. Knox's knot is so thick it presses against my clit as I curl into his waiting arms. He holds me close when Arlo leans in behind me and turns my head.
Peeking out past Knox's massive arm wrapped around my neck, we make eye contact, and, with the same quiet fortitude as when he told me he would be possessive of his mate, of me, Arlo says, "I need to bite you. To claim you as mine. Will you give me permission? Can I make you mine? Forever?"
There's an urgency in his tone that's new. There's only a yes on my lips. Knox lets go so Arlo can pull me back, and his sharp teeth graze my neck before he bites down hard, breaking the skin.
Knox starts fucking me, making my tits shake in his face. When he slows, and we make eye contact, somehow, we're already so connected that I know what he's asking.
"Yes," I plead, and Knox's sharp teeth close around my left breast.
Something changes inside of me. It swirls into my bloodstream. I'm almost dizzy with it. And that change happens with them, too. We're connected. I can feel them—their joy, their relief, their love. For each other, and the seeds of it, for me.
And then Knox roars, like he can't contain himself any longer, and he fucks me like a demon.
I thought I'd be too wet, or too numb from all the sex, to feel the incredible drag in and out of me, but he's too big, too fast. I'm grunting now, my orgasm building again, finally.
I can feel Knox's knot at the base of his cock swelling.
It hits my clit with every thrust, and I'm lost to the delirium of pleasure the harder he fucks me.
"Gonna take my knot, baby? You ready?"
Not ready. He's already too big. But my body has other ideas. It'll fit, my subconscious whispers. Make it fit. The strange swirl in my bloodstream relaxes me, like I'm high on him, and I whisper, "I'm ready."
Knox works his thick knot in slowly, tucking it into my pussy, stretching and burning my walls, until the whole thing pops inside.
And then it expands. The feeling is visceral. It locks us together so tight, like a fist, the swollen base pressing against my g-spot.
Arlo presses his cock against my ass, and I tense before turning and nodding. He pushes in. I'm so wet, I can feel the glide of my slick pussy juice lubricating his cock as he pushes deeper into my ass, then out and back in.
Knox's cock pulses inside me, and then he roars, a violent rumble that tears through him.
My eyes roll to the back of my head while his cum sprays my inner walls, and I'm stretched and so impossibly full, I come harder than I ever have before.
Spots dance across my vision. Everything flashes white, then there's a burst of color.
Knox's hips make small thrusting movements, Arlo making larger ones.
Nico reaches between us and flicks my clit.
Teddy pinches my hardened nipples. And I scream.
With my mouth open, West is there. I look up, eyes hooded. I nod and open wider, and he pushes in. "That's it, baby. Drink it down," he rasps. I suck greedily.
Knox's hot cum collides in a wash inside me. He's stopped thrusting, expanded so large he's locked in place. Arlo pumps into my ass while West fucks my mouth. Teddy and Nico stroke their cocks on either side of us, and just when I'm ready to burst, to say no more, I can't, it all explodes.
Alro thrusts so hard I'm shoved deeper onto Knox, making me gag on West. He roars, so deep it rumbles through me, and he comes down my throat. Arlo, buried to the hilt, comes in my ass. The beautiful, playful wolves beside us spray their seed all over my tits.
Knox and Arlo lick their bite marks while I ride it all out. I don't know how much time passes before Knox's knot finally deflates, and he slowly, shakily, pulls out.
I'm transcended.
Nothing else exists. My vision is gone, too hazy, and all I feel is pleasure, tingling and singing through every inch of me. A sob tears out of me. I'm exhausted and sore, a limp, useless pile of flesh.
There's so much cum. Everything is wet and sticky. My thighs are raw, chafed from taking all of them, so hard and fast. My pussy, sated but sensitive, is red, swollen and gaping. My ass is tender. I'm absolutely soaked.
The guys look down at me, then at each other, taking in the mess we made.
Nico smirks. "We're going to have a lot of fun together, Lily."
I snort, unable to hold in the laugh. West gently lifts me, cradling me in his arms. He's thoughtful, this one.
He's not as quiet as Arlo, but he's deliberate with his words and actions, and always thinking ahead, for the group.
One might think Knox was the leader of the pack because of his size, but my bet would be on West.
He carries me into the bathroom, to the shower. The water is warm, but not too hot. He rinses me off first before lathering soap, washing me completely.
It feels maddeningly good. Almost as good as the pleasure between my legs. And when his fingers work into my hair, my whole body shivers and I let out a low moan.
When we're done, he dries me off, then wraps me in a towel and carries me back into the bedroom, and sets me down on the edge of the bed. The other guys are missing, and the sheets have been changed.
This must be West's room. He pulls out a t-shirt, one that probably fits his tall frame perfectly, but is like a dress on me. He tugs it over my head, and while I could help, I'm sort of obsessed with this level of care, so I let him do it. It feeds something inside me.
I really do feel different.
"What did… they bit me…" I croak, unsure how to ask the question, though my fingertips graze the bite marks. West kneels at my feet, looking up at me.
"You're our mate. Weres don't wait. I know you're human…" he lets out a puff of air. "We probably should have prepared you more. If you were a were, you'd automatically know. It would be instinctive. But when a were meets their mate, they don't waste a second longer than necessary to bond."
I hold up my hand to ease his worry. Although I might be human, I can feel the weight of it. I may not understand all the implications yet, but I get it.
"I can feel it, West. Them. You. All of this." I hold my hand over my heart. Knox and Arlo are there, somehow, a low thrum of stability inside me.
And West smiles. It's so beautiful, it takes my breath away. His cheeks blush lightly. I lean down, and he meets me halfway. We kiss, and it's soft, but just as passionate as the first.
When we pull apart, I ask, "Will you bite me too?"
He nods. "Yes. But your body needs rest right now. When you're ready, we'll do that again," he nods his head toward the bed, indicating the last hour's activities.
"Again?" I gulp.
"And again, and again," he winks.
"Oh, boy."
West laughs.
"Guys, come on, I'm staaaarving," Nico pops his head into the bedroom. He's showered, black hair dripping onto his clean white t-shirt. God, that man is sexy. "Unless," his eyes light up, brows bouncing, and he nods toward the bed.
I stand abruptly. "Nope! I need a break."
West laughs. Nico pouts, and somehow I end up in his arms as he guides me out of the bedroom.
We all sit around the kitchen table. They talk over each other, like I imagine they do every other night.
They ask me questions, but can tell I'm too tired to really engage.
We pass food, and Teddy and Nico chatter, making up most of the conversation.
West listens, and chimes in periodically, usually to stop an argument.
Knox grunts here and there, scowling, though I know he isn't actually mad.
Arlo smiles softly, not saying a word. Gone is the feral beast who fucked me in the ass.
Like he could hear my thoughts, Arlo turns and we make eye contact. Something gold flashes behind his dark eyes. "The feral beast is not gone, darling. He's just resting. He'll come out to play when you're ready."
When Arlo and Knox bit me, something inside me changed. Something monstrous happened.
Life before now has been fraught with uncertainty. But I've never felt settled as I do right now. So wild, excited, connected. I look around the table at the faces of these men, these dangerous werewolves. These monsters.
My mates.
And I know, with every fiber of my being, once they're done claiming me, I'll never be the same.
I can't wait.