Chapter 18
Sylvan
She shatters around my cock.
I’m in heaven. I’ve never known this sort of pleasure before her. She takes my command so well and I know she doesn’t need it to come for me, but I love the way she gives in to its power. Her pussy spasms around my cock, milking me to the edge.
With a roar, I come inside her, burying my cock all the way inside and releasing a torrent of cum. In the back of my head, I think about her pregnant with my pups. I imagine fawning over her while her belly is swollen with our young and her smiling.
It’s a future I can’t have and don’t deserve, but it’s still in my thoughts as I fill her pussy.
I’ve never thought about what life would be like with a mate. I’ve never allowed myself to even consider it.
Morgan is ruining everything.
But I can’t stop wanting her.
I grunt as more cum jerks from my cock. I pull out slowly, watching it drip out of her. My wolf demands I push it back inside her, so I do. She shivers as I gather it on my fingertips and work it back in.
My cock is still hard and slick from us, but that’s going to be my condition until we break my rut and her heat.
“Good girl,” I murmur. “You know this belongs inside you, hmm?”
“Yes.”
Her voice is breathy and low. She shivers again as my fingers fill her. My attention shifts from her pussy to her ass and I wonder as I press my thumb against her hole if she’s ever been fucked here before.
“Sylvan,” she gasps. “What are you doing?”
“Have you taken anyone here before?”
“No,” she moans.
“But you’ve taken someone here before.” I thrust my fingers inside her pussy and she cries out.
“Yes. Of course.”
I growl. I’m being unreasonable, and I know that. Of course she’s had sex. But the very idea of another person touching her has me vibrating with fury.
“When?”
“Wha—what?!” she laughs.
“When? Tell me when. And who.”
“I don’t know.” Her laugh morphs into a shocked gasp as I use my cum to lube her ass and carefully, slowly, push my thumb inside. “Fuck, Sylvan. You’re insane. Why does it matter?”
“Tell me,” I snarl.
“I don’t fucking know, you stupid wolf. Like two—maybe three years ago? It’s been too long. But I’ve been with two men and a woman.”
“At the same time?!”
She laughs again. “No. Goddess, no, you impossible dumbass. Fuck, that feels good. Just in the past. I mostly use toys.”
I growl as I push my thumb deeper, the ring of muscles opening for me. I’m going to breed her ass. I need both holes dripping with my cum.
“Damn it, Sylvan,” she whines. “At least do this to me in bed.”
I growl again, but she has a point, so I scoop her into my arms and carry her up the stairs to our bedroom. My body starts to shift and with every step, I grow taller, wider, stronger. My senses are completely flooded with her and my knot is pulsing.
“This ass is mine,” I grunt as I kick the door open.
“Even with the heat magic, I’m not sure I can take you,” she says.
“Can we try?”
I look down at her as I stand at the foot of my bed, drinking in her expression. Her arousal is a signal that she does want to try, but I need to hear her say it. I need to hear the words.
She’s so beautiful like this. I appreciate her in my arms as I wait patiently. Her nipples are hard and her belly and breasts are soft. I love how curvy she is. I love feeling the weight of her body against mine.
“Yes,” she whispers. “We can try. Not with claws, though.”
“With my cock then.”
“No,” she snorts. “Are you trying to kill me? Not at first. Verena finally shipped some boxes to me, so I have a toy . . .”
My brows raise. I’m possessive, yes, but I’m not an idiot. The thought of her bringing a toy in the bedroom excites me. It makes me curious. Because really, it’s just a tool to open that perfect little hole up enough for her to take all twelve inches of me.
So, yes. We can use the toy.
I put her down gently. “Go get it. We’ll use it.”
Her eyes light up and she leaves my room for a moment. I sit on the edge of the bed and smile as I listen to her rummage around. She comes back to me holding a dildo that’s shaped like a werewolf’s cock and a bottle of lube.
“It’s small,” she says. She looks at the dildo, then eyes my cock. “Well, small compared to you. You have a big dick in both forms.”
“I do. Which do you like more?”
“I like them both for different reasons. You make me come either way.”
Good. I like that answer. And I like knowing that I can please her either way.
“I’ve only ever tried a small plug before . . .” she trails off and swallows hard.
“I’ll be gentle,” I say. “Come here.”
I tug her close to me. Even sitting and her standing, I tower over her in this form.
I leaned down, dragging my nose from her neck to her breasts.
She whimpers as my tongue darts out and I lick her nipples, sucking them carefully between my sharp teeth.
The scent of her arousal grows stronger, and I know she likes this.
I could stay like this forever. Even when I’m not feeling the effects of my rut, I want her this much.
I take my time with her, even though I'm eager to do everything at once. I savor the taste of her, inhaling her raspberry scent and worshiping every part of her body with kisses and licks.
I'll be holding on to the memories of tonight until the next full moon.
Gently, I turn her over onto her stomach, putting her on all fours. I run my palm over her ass, feeling the weight of each cheek and growling in approval. She's perfect.
I open the cap of the lube, and apply a generous amount over her hole.
Even with my cum and her slick, I want to make sure that she can take this.
I retract my claws, circling her hole with my thumb and occasionally easing it inside her, stretching her around me.
She moans and whimpers, her fingers tightening around our blankets.
“Too much?” I ask.
“No,” she moans. “More. I can take more.”
My good girl. She's doing so well for me. I pressed the head of the toy against her, my cock throbbing against my thigh as I carefully work it inside her. Just the first inch or so, pulling it back out and then pushing it back in, holding it there and letting her adjust to its girth.
“Good girl,” I purr. “I know if you can take this, you'll be able to take me too.”
“I will,” she grits out. She sounds so sure of herself, but her voice waivers. I hesitate, worried that she's pushing through just to prove a point.
“We don't have to tonight,” I say. “We have the next full moon.”
“I don't want to wait that long,” she bites out.
I snort. But she's serious. She casts me a dirty look over her shoulder, and I tilt my head.
Every time I think I'm being too possessive, she says or does something that makes me think she feels the same way.
Like when she taunts me for no longer being a virgin, and then I catch her sly smirk or scent of arousal.
“What is it?” I tease. “Are you so desperate for me to breed this hole? Do you want it to be mine?”
“Fuck you,” she mumbles into the blankets. But she's blushing and huffing, making the softest, sweetest sounds. I give her more of the toy, a second and then third inch. I wait, wondering if she feels a bit of pain if it'll echo in my own body. I don’t want that at all, so I take my time.
She's not nearly as patient. She keeps pushing her ass back to take more than I plan to give her. With a growl, I adjust my body and hers, draping her over my knees. She bucks against me, but I slap one of her ass cheeks, enjoying the sound of pleasure she makes.
“Be still,” I demand.
She still wriggles against me, until finally, I spank her again.
“I told you to be still.”
“Make me,” she rasps.
I narrow my eyes on her, giving her another inch of the toy. She moans, her head flopping forward as I tighten my grip on her, licking my lips as I look down at the toy that's inching its way inside her.
Logically, I know that I have no claim over any part of her body.
But the wolf inside me isn't so civilized. The moment my cock is fit inside her, I just know that there will be a deep primal satisfaction of being her first there. I wish I was her first, but that thought is salvaged by knowing that I’m hers.
That my body is hers, and that she owns every piece of me.
All of my pleasure, every waking thought.
Anytime I touch myself, I think about her.
Whatever possessiveness she thinks I feel toward her, it's just a drop in the bucket compared to how willing I am to give all of myself to her. She owns me, and I beg for her.
The full moon magic is working, opening her up to the toy and me. I grunt in satisfaction as she takes all of the silicone cock, still wriggling against me with moans and whimpers. All the pretty sounds she’ll be making for me soon enough.
“Good girl,” I praise. “I knew you could take it.”
“It’s so much,” she moans. “It feels so good.”
My chest rumbles in agreement and I work it in and out of her until she’s taking it with ease. My cock throbs as I watch in awe, pre-cum dripping from the slanted tip. I need to be knotted inside her as soon as I can be.
“I want it to be you,” Morgan whimpers.
Fuck. I don’t think I can hold out any longer. I pull the toy free and lift her, putting her on her knees on the bed and bending her forward. I grab the bottle of lube and coat my cock, notching the head against her hole.
When I grab her hips, I let my claws out just enough so she can feel the sting of them. The scent of her arousal grows stronger, hitting me with an intensity that has my head spinning.
“Fuck,” I snarl. “I can smell how hot this makes you.”
Her blue hair is bright against the blankets, her spine arching as she presses her breasts against the bed.
In one driving motion, I fill her slowly, her voice echoing around me as she takes my cock.
My eyes shut for just a moment. She’s so fucking tight around me.
I ease back, looking down at her as her lips part around another cry, panting my name.
Sylvan, Sylvan, Sylvan.