Chapter Twenty-Nine #2
I grabbed my phone from where I’d left it on the counter, typing a message out to Tegan while I climbed the stairs.
Atlas: Good morning, beautiful. How did you sleep?
Tegan: I slept like a baby. How was the full moon?
I laughed, because of course she did.
Atlas: Exhausting.
I strolled into the bathroom and shucked off my shorts, laughing when I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My fur was an absolute mess, caked with mud, sticks, and leaves. I was the wolven equivalent of a bird’s nest. Tegan would probably find it funny.
I stepped closer to the vanity, making sure my dick was covered by the counter before I snapped a picture.
A video call came in a second later.
“Oh my gods.” She laughed. “What happened to you?”
She was still in bed, propped against her headboard with a very floppy messy bun.
I laughed, plucking a stray bramble out of my fur. “I’d say this is pretty standard post full moon.”
She squinted her green eyes, moving closer to the phone. “Are you naked?”
“Yeah, I was about to take a shower.”
“Can I watch?” she asked, her voice breathy.
I paused, acting like I was thinking about it, because of fucking course she could watch. “I guess so,” I said, teasing.
She bit her lip, eyes lighting up. If I had known she was into something like this, I would have initiated it sooner. At least sent her a few dirty texts or something.
I moved around the bathroom, turning on all the lights and making sure the phone was angled toward the shower, hoping like hell it was the perfect view.
“That look good?” I asked, slowly backing away.
Tegan’s eyes were glued to the screen. “Yep.”
I turned away from my phone, clenching my ass as I walked to the shower, really showing off my glutes. For the first time since the remodel, I was thankful Jade had pressured me into getting an open shower. There wasn’t any glass to fog up, giving Tegan a clear view of me in the shower.
“Can you see me?” I asked, turning on the water.
“Yeah. I can see you,” she said. Good, it meant she could hear me, too.
I stepped under the showerhead, letting the warm water cascade over my body. Angling myself toward Tegan, I ran my hands through the fur on the back of my head, flexing my muscles for her.
“You are so sexy,” she said, her voice tight.
“Am I?” I reached down and gripped my cock, giving it a slow stroke just for her.
“Yes.” I could just barely make out her heavy breathing over the spray of the shower. “Do you know how many times I fantasized about you?”
“Tell me about them.” Another slow jerk of my cock. “Your fantasies about me.”
She hummed. “Let’s see. The day you helped me with the cake, I masturbated to the picture of you from your website.”
I let out a shocked laugh. I wasn’t expecting that.
“The headshot?” I asked.
“No—the competition pic.” She was quiet for a second. Lowering her voice, she said, “I made myself squirt thinking about all the things you’d do to me.”
“Fuck. That’s hot,” I said, even though I was slightly disappointed I hadn’t made her squirt—yet.
“Yeah?”
“Mhm,” I hummed. “What else?” I was pretty confident this wasn’t a onetime thing…
“Another time—” She let out a shuddering breath that was like music to my ears. I couldn’t see her, but she was obviously touching herself. “I rubbed my body with my bath pouf, wishing it was you rubbing your face between my legs.”
“Is that all you did?” I asked.
“Then,” she gasped, “then I fucked myself with my fingers, imagining all the ways you’d fuck me.”
I was really jerking off now, my balls feeling tight and my knot starting to swell. With each stroke, my fist bumped up against it, reminding me of how it felt to rub against Tegan’s cunt.
“Shit, Tegan. You’re gonna make me come.”
“Atlas,” she whined. “I want to see it.”
“You want to see me come, baby? Shoot my load on the shower wall just like I’d come all over your tits?”
“Fuck,” she rasped. “Please.”
I leaned on my forearm facing the wall, stroking my cock with a tight grip, imagining it was her cunt taking every inch of me. Tegan was panting now. With the echo from the tiled room, it felt like she was right here, moaning in my ear, telling me how bad she wanted me. How bad she wanted my cum.
Heat spread down my spine, tightening my balls, and I gripped my knot, really squeezing it just like her pussy would, until I came hard, shooting ropes of cum onto the tile, wishing it was her.
Tegan cried out and my hips jolted, working my knot through the last of my orgasm while she came undone over the phone.
When she finally quieted down, I let go of my cock, catching my breath before I rinsed off the wall.
“Doing okay over there?” I asked, glancing over at the phone.
“Barely,” Tegan said, her voice weak. I couldn’t see her, but I could picture her. Eyes all hooded, a postorgasm flush on her cheeks.
Beautiful.
“I miss you,” I told her honestly. I opened my body wash and lathered up, actually starting to shower now.
“I miss you, too.” It warmed my heart to know she felt the same.
“Do you want to get breakfast?” I asked, hoping she’d say yes.
I usually took the morning after the full moon off from the gym, and I couldn’t think of a better way to spend it than by eating something greasy at the diner with her.
“Absolutely,” she replied.
“Go get ready and I’ll be there in ten.”
“Okay.” I could hear the smile in her voice. “I’ll see you then.”
“I—” It almost slipped out. It was right there on the tip of my tongue, and it would have been so easy to say it because that’s how I felt. But I forced it down and said, “I’ll see you then.”