Page 35 of House of Wolves
“Why do you look like that? There’s no reason to have those abs.”
He pushes me back, ripping off my pants in one powerful pull at the hem. His fingers push aside my lacy panties, and he groans, stroking his finger through me. “The working out is worth something. You’re so fucking wet.”
I don’t know how he can think of the most diabolical words. I can’t think of anything except his dick inside of me. I wrap my arms around his neck, trying to pull his lips to mine, but he pulls back, trailing kisses down my neck. He pulls my shirt and bra overhead so he can continue kissing my chest, licking at my nipples and grinding against me.
“God, are you going to fuck me already?” I yell, needing more from him. I’ve already orgasmed it’s time to be properly fuck.
He reaches for my cunt, his lips still on my nipples, before pulling away. “I’ve got a big cock, little wolf. I need you even wetter than this to take me.”
“I’ll believe it when I see it.” I’ve only ever felt his cock grinding against my ass or my stomach while he’s completely clothed. I know it’s going to be huge—my pussy will take forever to recoverhuge—but I need to see it first to prepare mentally.
“Soon,” he says between kisses down my stomach, climbing between my pants and pulling down my panties. I’m officially buck-ass naked in the middle of the national park. This is a felony, I’m sure of it, but I think I could get out of it. I do have the head office pig between my legs, after all.
He breathes over my cunt, his breath quivering. “God, your fucking smell—it’s so delicious. I think I might come just from the taste.” He swipes me gently with his tongue, sending my body into a shivering mess. “So fucking good,” he groans, before spreading my lips with his fingers, lapping me with eager strokes. His tongue is large and massages every inch of my cunt. He licks as if this is more for his enjoyment than my own, but holy fuck is it good. Something about an eager pussy eater makes any technique absolutely exquisite.
I’m so close to my edge again, but he pulls back with a hiss–turning his head to the side and clamping his eyes. “God, I’m close.”
I push myself up, crawling toward him and shoving him to the soft green grass. “My turn,” I say as I unbutton his jeans, and he helps me pull them down his monstrous thighs. His cock is full-mast underneath his cotton boxer briefs, and when I pull them down, he pops free—gloriously long and thick with healthy veins running to the tip. My mouth waters at the sight of him, but my hands itch to explore him. I cup his balls, the weight heavy and full. I gasp, catching his eyes. “Never seen a knot before?” He studies me curiously.
“I have, just surprised.” Not all Weres have knots. Some only have them visible when in the presence of their mate, and some, the rarer, have them all the time. The latter is usually for males that never have a mate, and instead, nature insists on using them to breed the whole fucking world. Brick must be the second type of Were. Obviously. I don’t even entertain the alternative. It’s fine with me if he knots me; in fact, it makes me even wetter, if that’s even possible.
Female Weres have the kick-ass ability to control when we want to be pregnant. We still ovulate and menstruate as human woman, but we have the supernatural ability to stop sperm in their track with our mental abilities. It’s kind of like Red’s mental powers except on a minuscule level. I’ve heard of some females who thought they didn’t want a baby, but subconsciously, they did, and their brains took control of their true desires, but that won’t be a problem for me. There’s no way I want a child right now. That’s for sure.
“We can stop,” Brick says, catching his breath and clearly in physical pain at the thought.
“We’re not fucking stopping.” I bring my lips to his tip and circle his head with my tongue.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he cries, falling completely to his back. He bites the back of his hand as I roll my lips down his shaft.
His visceral response makes me eager. I take him fully, hitting the back of the throat. I ignore my gags, slurping him up and down, wanting him to lose control—this man is so stoic and reserved, brick-like, you could say, but melts like a popsicle from my touch. I cup his balls with one hand, and with the other, I twist at the bottom of his shaft. Even going all the way to the back of my throat isn’t enough to take all of him.
Just when I’m really getting into it, my cunt throbbing at his breathy moans and the subtle jerks from his hips, he pushes me back. I catch myself on my elbows, staring at him in disbelief. He moves over me, pushing me to the ground, and positions his head at my cunt. “I can’t take it anymore.” He drives into me, hard and rough, forcing a cry of pain mixed with pleasure from my throat. “You infuriate me, even with your lips around my cock, and yet, I can't stop wanting you.” He grits his teeth as he fucks me, his hot breath at my neck.
His words ring true. I should hate this man. Although doubt lines my theories of him as a traitor to his kind and the culprit of my people’s demise, he’s the enemy. He’s my target. Yet I can’t keep my hands off him. My mind won’t stop playing images of him fucking me just like this.
With each thrust, he deepens, until I’m stretched by his half-hardened knot, applying pressure at my entrance with the most delicious pain. His body tenses over me, and he moans low in his throat. I don’t close my eyes, watching as he slowly transforms before my eyes. His nose and ears elongate, fur coating his growing body. It’s not a complete shift, but something strikes me as odd. There’s a unique characteristic to his half-form.
I feel my own transformation happening as well. Odd since I’m usually in control of my shifts, even on the brink of ecstasy. I ignore it though, letting my claws slightly dig into his back.
He attempts to pull back at the last moment, clearly not wanting to knot me. I focus all my strength on keeping him pressed against me. “You sure?” he barely gets out.
“Knot me, Brick.” The words send him over the edge. He thrusts into me harder than the rest, sending a rush of cum inside of me. His knot expands, hardening and trapping me to him. His cum doesn’t stop, filling me until I nearly feel it at the back of my throat. My second orgasm washes over me, the pain turning my body into a sputtering mess. It takes longer than usual for us to settle, my mind finally clearing and my sweat-covered body relaxing into the picnic blanket underneath me. Brick buries his face into the crook of my neck, holding himself up so as not to crush me. His form is still massive, but I watch as the light fuzz sucks back into his skin—his body returning to its full human state. We’ll be trapped like this until his knot deflates, but strangely, I don’t mind the pressure of him.
Birds chirp in the distance, and the sun shines just behind a light veil of clouds. My eyes widen, taking in the scenery I’ve been blind to, my senses tunneling into Brick and blocking out everything else. A few flies loom over our untouched sandwiches beside us. “The food.”
“What?” Brick mumbles against my skin.
“You put so much work into setting this up, and we didn’t even eat.”
He holds himself up on his forearms, giving me a scrunched-face look. “Carmen.” He shakes his head. “Fuck the food.” He brings his lips to my skin, kissing down my neck as if he’s starved just for me. I let my head roll back, my skin already flushing with goosebumps, my cunt already dampening. This man. He’ll be the death of me for sure.
15
Hog-tied
I’mtheworstfuckingspy on the planet. If this was a paid gig and not a generational duty, I’d be fired. Instead of insisting that Brick bring me back to his place so I could snoop through his shit while he slept, I let him return to my home. I didn’t even protest when he pulled into my driveway and followed me inside. I just wrapped my arms around his thick neck and shoved my tongue down his throat. I let him pick me up by my ass, carry me to my bed, and fuck and knot me a few more times before falling asleep in his arms.
We both woke in a clearer state of mind. Although I would have enjoyed it if he rolled me over and shoved his face between my legs again, he just kissed me softly down my neck before dressing and slipping out the front door.
