Chapter 37 #4
“Nik,” I gasp out, pushing off his chest and removing enough of him to catch my breath.
The wolf’s eyes start to fade into something recognizable.
Gold bands glow around deep black pools in their usual effect.
He doesn’t bite at the air anymore, nor does he writhe against the ground like some wounded animal.
This beast only stares up at me, sniffing at the air near my neck.
He bares his teeth, the skin of his snout crinkling up to a menacing gaze.
This was a mistake. This was a huge fucking mistake. We need to sto—
Both claws piercing the skin at my shoulders, the wolf plunges his length the rest of the way in, tunneling inside me so deep the entire forest becomes a blinding white landscape.
My breath catches in my throat and what comes out is a scream unlike anything I’ve ever heard before.
It’s tight. Unbearably tight but what comes with it is a warmth ravaging through my center and spreading throughout each limb like lightning.
His grip loosens enough for me to push off of him to the head of his cock.
Then, the monster beneath me waits, as if he’s curious whether or not I’d dare to take all of him again.
Nik’s eyes might peer through my soul, but this beast seems to be peeking into my past lives.
There’s hesitation from the both of us. I could get off him right now.
After a few minutes he might be able to compose himself and transform back into the Nikolai Vostik I recognize.
But do I want to?
My chest heaves and the wildfire filling my belly dwindles to a small flame.
The wolf doesn’t move. Doesn’t snarl. It’s quiet.
Well, quiet enough to hear the muffled voices of the guards at the castle a mile away.
Maybe farther. Nik is in there somewhere, and I don’t need him to say it to feel his presence in this form.
He’s giving me the choice. One a wolf without control might not be able to give.
I will still be me, he promised. And as he scans my face for signs of discomfort, I believe it.
He inhales strongly when I slide down his cock, a low rumble emanating from his chest. I draw my own breath, wincing as I take him in fully.
More white lights. More pain. And an upscale of pleasure I could never have fathomed.
My pussy throbs uncontrollably as my center feels like it’s splitting in two, but then a fire erupts inside of me like lava flowing through every inch of my body.
Small, erratic moans flee my mouth the moment I’m engorged. I can’t breathe. No, I can’t even utter a single word other than, “Fuck. Oh, fuck.”
Nik digs his claws into the ground again, patiently awaiting my next move.
And to his surprise, I lift myself above him, move my hips in a circular motion while keeping the head of his cock connected, and invite all of him in again.
Now the beast howls. The sound is nothing short of a lustful cry to me, the moon, and no one else.
I rock back onto him. Once. Twice. Three deep plunges with our bodies gaining momentum.
Each gasp ripping out of me more uncontrolled than the last. I too howl out everything I can while I run my fingers through the fur of his torso and feel his length become the catalyst of my undoing.
Harder. Deeper. Faster. I take this man.
This monster. This cock for all its worth.
The earth feels like it’s shattering beneath us, dragging us under to a hell nearly as hot as my body becomes with every thrust.
He growls, the sound reminiscent of his human form but much lower and far more feral.
“Fuck!” I scream between pants. “Fuck, I’m going to—” The air flees my lungs and becomes only whisps in the subtle moonlight.
The beast keeps the rhythm, pounding into me and bumping my voice off chorus.
“I’m going to,” I screech out, an unimaginable wetness dripping down my inner thighs.
Nik cranes his head and large snout, eyes flickering between gold and bright red.
There’s something carnivorous in his gaze.
A starving predator rearing its jaws as if to attack.
And he does. He clamps both sets of teeth around my shoulder, slicing through too much skin for my nerve endings to keep up with.
It doesn’t hurt. No, the pain doesn’t hold a candle to the unbridled pleasure rippling throughout my body.
Everything goes numb as he holds me in place, his cock pressed deep within me, and his claws carving lines in my back.
Each contraction of his swollen cock brings a new flood of warmth dribbling down his base at my core.
We sit like this for minutes. Hours, it seems. Intertwined in the most intimate way possible.
I do nothing else but catch my breath, and the monster latched onto my shoulder does the same.
There we sit in the strangled moonlight, hidden under the hood of trees where the stars are only a distant memory. I love this man. This monster. And I can only pray when I transform tomorrow during the blood moon … I don’t forget that.