25. Runa
Runa
Ash slides on the black kimono pants he tied to the basket, wincing as he tucks his fat dick into the confines of his pants. When he sits down by the lit fireplace, he winces again.
I smile. Should’ve worn those sexy gray sweatpants, buddy.
I like seeing him all hot and bothered, determined to remain as grumpy as possible. There’s something satisfying about knowing I’m the girl who’s causing our biggest enemy discomfort. If he’d just knotted me, he’d be fine now. He suffers entirely on his own account.
Fire licks along the walls, and as I watch, it forms a herd of galloping horses. Reclining in my nest, I prop my head on a hand.
“It’s pretty,” I tell him.
“What is?” Ash opens the basket to look at what my mother packed.
“Your horses. But why horses? Why not wolves?”
“Horses are not a predatory animal.” At my frown, he explains, “As a species, we like the outdoors and staying in motion. Fire is often a means of self-expression. It lashes out in anger. Burns hot in excitement.” He pauses with a smirk.
“Remains steady during sleep. When I can’t run, I’ve learned that when I purge and create creatures in motion, it satisfies the part of me that likes to move.
But not every creature is the same. Horses gallop in herds.
Wolves run in packs, but usually it’s because they’re hunting prey.
During purging, the horse is a more favorable shape for me. It is less…feral.”
Ash takes out dried meat and cheese. “Are you going to eat?”
“No.”
“You’re not hungry?”
I shake my head.
He breaks off a piece of sausage and eats while searching the basket, taking stock of all the goods. “I can’t hear you.”
“No, thank you, Alpha.”
“You’re hungry for my knot.” He tastes something from the basket, makes a sour face, and keeps rummaging.
I roll my eyes. “It doesn’t have to be your knot. Any knot will do.”
Ash’s head snaps up so fast it’s comical. “Excuse me?”
I laugh. Teasing him is the highlight of my day.
“You’re still wearing my T-shirt. Denying the fact you want me just makes you sound crazy.”
I kneel beside the fire and across from him. “I don’t have to wear anything.” I remove his T-shirt.
Ash stops chewing and swallows hard, his gaze immediately landing on my big breasts. They’re not perky like some girls’. They’re too big for that, so they hang down.
I toss the shirt at his head. “You can have this back.”
Ash leaps over the fire and takes me down on my back. I laugh as he settles between my legs and traps my wrists above my head. He’s hard enough that he can aim and position his dick at my entrance without using his hands. All he has to do is push forward.
He doesn’t.
I lift my hips, and he slides inside me again. I tighten my inner muscles around it as if I’m trying to trap it in there.
Ash groans and touches his forehead to mine. “It is my job to take care of you, little wolf. It is my job to tell you what you can’t and can’t have. So when I tell you no knot, it’s because the tears I made inside you earlier need to heal.”
“I don’t feel anything.” I try to get him to move, but he won’t.
“You don’t feel anything because you’re in a frenzy.”
“It’s not my first heat. I’ve—”
Ash puts his palm over my mouth. “I wouldn’t complete that sentence.”
I giggle when he removes his palm.
“You’re such a brat,” he says.
“Only for you,” comes out of my mouth. I regret it immediately, but I can’t take it back.
Ash smirks. “Hence my T-shirt.” He moves inside me. Slowly. Painfully slowly. “What else do you do only for me?” He kisses the corner of my mouth. “Tell me, and I’ll knot you for the next hour.”
“Anything you want done, Alpha.”
“That a girl. What do you want to be for me?”
“Anything you need me to be.”
“What nice answers you give me. You can be such a good girl when you want to be.” Again, Ash fucks me with the inflated knot.
My eyes roll to the back of my head. “Do you like good girls?” I ask.
“I like you.”
“I think you need a good slut right now,” I tell him.
Ash growls.
He likes that. I lock my legs behind his back, anticipating the full-blown knot that’ll lodge itself inside and connect us for a long while. I anticipate the pain as it will stretch me so good, I might cry tears of joy. Ash kisses me as he fucks me faster.
It feels intimate, more intimate than I expected. His mating scent grows bolder, more aggressive, with a hint of spice this time, making it heavier in nature. I hug him, wrapped around him like a blanket while he moves over me and kisses me. It’s almost like we’re making love.
We’re not, though.
We’re not lovers.
He’s Ash, and I’m Runa, and we’re not a thing, even though it feels good between us.
Ash moves faster. I come again and bite his bottom lip.
Marking an alpha male with a bite is a no-no, but here we are.
And since I’ve already crossed the line, I bite down harder and draw blood.
Ash’s blood burns as hot as fresh coffee laced with copper as it trickles down my tongue.
I lap at it, but Ash’s growling tells me I should stop.
He didn’t like me biting him. It’s making him aggressive.
I lick his lower lip to help it heal, but then I bite him again. It’s as if I can’t help myself.
Ash empties inside me and lifts my knee up to make more room for himself. Then he lets go of the control he has over his knot. It blows up inside me, and I gasp at the size of it. My channel struggles to stretch around the ball.
My back curves, pushing my breasts into Ash’s face. He takes a nipple into his mouth and sucks on it while rolling my other nipple between his fingers.
I keep coming, releasing more heat around his knot to lubricate the passage. I can’t stop coming. Tremors shake me, and I hum in the back of my throat. “Wha…what is happening?”
“We’re having a hell of a night, little wolf. Your body knows to surrender. Capitulate. Tell me you surrender.”
“I surrender.”