Page 44 of The Crimson Wolf
“Red,” he says with a growl, warning coating the word.
“I want to feel you.”
He yanks at his chains, his muscles straining from under me. “I can’t…I can’t control myself, but God, I want this so bad.”
I dive my hand in, sucking in a big gulp of air as I feel his length, hard and impressively large under my fingertips. Agurgled moan mixed with a growl escapes Cameron, and I catch as his eyes nearly roll to the back of his head.
The power surging through me grows brighter now. I don’t know if it’s my abilities or if just watching Cameron—a monster, helpless to my touch makes me feel like I could rule the world. My fingers trail from the tip of him, lightly grazing over his bugling veins as I drop my touch lower and lower. When I reach his base, I gasp. My eyes shoot open to Cameron’s watching me. “I’m not like a normal man. I have extra parts.” His tone is apologetic.
“I don’t wantnormal.”I caress the two bulges, wetness flooding me as I do. “What is this?” I whisper in his ear.
“It’s my knot.”
Of course.I know what a knot is. I wouldn’t think something like this would do it for me, but I grind my hips against his leg, unable to contain my arousal.
He catches his voice. “This is why we need to stop. I can’t control myself, and once I start I…”
“Shhh,” I bring my finger to his lips. “Don’t worry about me. I’m a big girl.” I kiss down his jaw, his fur scraping against my skin, as I lather my palm in the wetness at his tip before stroking down slowly until I reach his knot. My mind races for what it would feel like to have it inside after he releases—the tissue filling until solid and unable to be removed from me. The thought seems so intimate—so erotic that all my brain can focus on is making this newfound fantasy become my reality.
He shudders again, and my mouth waters. I drop to my knees and pull his sweatpants down until all of him is exposed. He’s glorious. His cock stands proudly—so hard I’m sure it won’t take much to have him sputtering out of control. The thought of making this monster lose himself sends another wave of power through my veins and to my pussy.
I bring my lips to his tip, kissing it gently. He growls, the sound shaking the windows around us as he pulls against his binds. Wood cracks from the force, but he’s still chained. “Fuck, why didn’t I use silver?” he mutters to himself, but I can’t focus on his words. All my attention drives to the fullness of my mouth, and I roll my lips down his length.
His hips thrust into me, encouraging me to go deeper. I gag, realizing he’s too large for me to take him. I wrap one hand around him, stroking in tempo with my mouth. My other hand sinks into myself, my wetness soaking my hand and making me slide through myself easily.
“Red,” he yells. “I’m so close.”
His words encourage me, and I increase the tempo of my strokes, both on his dick and on my cunt, pivoting my attention to my clit so I can reach my edge with him. I want him to come inside of me, even if it’s just my mouth atfirst. I crave the taste of him running down my throat. All I can think about is his knot hardening—his body wanting nothing more than to stay inside of me—to breed me.
The wood creaks again, and his chains clink together as he roars, releasing warmth into me and filling my mouth until I swallow. My hand darts to his knot—now solid. I wrap my hand around the twin rocks, imagining what it would feel like against the walls of my cunt. My pleasure barrels through me at the thought. I cry out, not releasing the pressure on either of us until I’ve emptied every last drop.
Before my body even slackens, Cameron’s words break through my euphoric trance. “Red, you need to leave now.” He’s more urgent than before. “I’m about to break through these chains. The Blood Moon is only an hour away.”
I wonder if he feels what I feel because even as my orgasm passes, urgency fills me again as if I haven’t found my release for ages. Sure enough, when I glance down, Cameron’s length stands tall, eager for me to climb on and fill me again.
My mouth and pussy water, but Cameron’s words stop me from reaching for him. “Red, no. We need to stop. I want you. It pains me, but I can’t control myself. We still don’t know your true power. We cannot let this be our first time.”
My release must swat away some of my fog because I register his words. I understand what he’s trying to tell me, even as my body urges me to give in to my desires. I stand, and as I step away from him, my head clears even more.
“It’s going to be even more difficult for you tonight.” His words are tortured. “Go to the cabinet. Get the bottle of brandy and finish it. Knock yourself out.”
I nod, stepping back further and looking around like I had just been transported to an alien planet. “What about you?” I ask.
“I’ll be fine. I tested this chain and pillar last year. I should be fine if you aren’t in the room. But you need to go. Now!”
I sprint to the kitchen before I have a second to let the fog take over, pulling out the half-full bottle of brandy and rushing toward his room. I shut and lock the door behind me, falling to the floor and bringing the bottle to my lips, taking a large swig.
The liquid burns my throat, and I close my eyes as I will it to blur my thoughts. My chest heaves, and I rest my head against the closed door before taking another gulp. The warm caress of the liquid starts to numb my senses, but I’m not foolish enough to stop drinking. I’m going to need a hell of a lot more alcohol to stop myself from escaping my room and fucking a werewolf until I turn to mush.
30
Wolfy Powers
Iwake to the sounds of cries throughout the night. Strange noises seep into the cracks of the room and beg me to open my eyes and explore the source. The brandy does its job, and although a part of me begs to rise from bed and greet the beast, my body weighs too much, and my brain can’t connect with my limbs to carry me. Even my dreams are blurry—flashes of fangs, claws, and pleasure ruminate through my skull. The morning can’t come soonenough.
I’m aware of someone grabbing me—picking me up from my bed and throwing me over their shoulder. “Cameron,” I call, even if my eyes can’t focus on the person carrying me. I’ve been waiting for him to come for me. I wanted him to break through his chains and take me in the dead of night. Now, here he is, carrying me away to swallow me whole.
The moment I’m put down again, my consciousness burns out. Darkness surrounds me, and I let it consume me, hopeful to wake in the arms of my beast.
