Page 34 of The Wolf

I shudder in his arms, my body wanting him to make it stop, feeling like I’m overflowing, but our connection is airtight.

“Don’t try to fight it. You’re not going anywhere until I’m finished with you.”

I can’t find the strength to struggle and take all that he gives, as my cunt milks his cock with rhythmic contractions around him.

“Mmmm, just like that. You’re doing so well, sweetheart,” he praises me, greatly satisfied, more of his seed flooding me. “Every part of you exists to please me, and you’re doing it perfectly right now.” His hand slides up and down my full, bulging belly as he holds my limp body with just one palm closed around my waist. “You’re such a precious little girl. I’m so proud to call youmine,” he whispers softly to me, and I melt away in his grip.

Still knotted inside me as he continues to release, he wraps me more securely in his arms. He takes me to our chamber, where he lies on his back, with me on top, letting my body relax. Although I know it’s not possible, he seems exhausted too—still panting, sprawled on the mattress while holding me close.

I’m half-asleep when I feel the stretch slowly subsiding, but we stay connected for quite a while longer.

Finally, his knot slips out with a wet plop. His shaft follows as he pulls out, then rolls me over onto my back. His release mixed with my own oozes out of me, and I watch him watching it. His eyes are back to being gold but I don’t know how long he can keep his control.

His gaze slowly pans higher and he starts licking my skin. I realize he’s closing all the scratches and bite marks he left. And I know he must feel terrible, but I truly can’t feel anything other than ecstasy, trembling beneath his lightest touch.

Misinterpreting my reaction, he tries to move away but I catch his forearm, yanking at it with all the energy I have left, to pull him back toward me.

“Stay,” I whisper with a soft, pleading look.

He hesitates, then protests, “I can only heal open wounds, not bruises,” his tone is low, almost pained. “And certainly notinternal damage. Fuck! Don’t ask me to hurt you more than I already have.”

“Alex, this was the best sex of my life,” I say, quiet but honest. “I mean, it always is with you… but this one—”

“It was incredible for me too,” he assures me, his voice softer now, though his look is filled with concern. “But I don’t want to break you. Rest now.”

“Cuddle me,” I murmur, close to tears—I'm not exactly sure why, but the fading adrenaline leaves me feeling some type of way. “Please, just… Please!”

He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls my back tighter against his solid chest, spooning me. He’s so huge now, I sink into his fur entirely. My mind drifts in and out of consciousness as I lay there spent, covered in sweat and blood and cum, feeling empty yet full at the same time.

I’m not entirely convinced whether it’s just a dream when I feel him humping between my thighs from behind.

“Alex, I can’t take you again in this form,” I mumble weakly. As incredible as the sex was, I’m only human. “You’re going to rip my pussy apart.”

I feel the tip of his cock probing between my butt cheeks, and I try to jerk away, but he holds me possessively.

“Give me your ass,” he murmurs seductively into my ear, and a shiver runs down my spine—part excitement, part fear. There’s no way in hell we can even attempt that right now in his mega form.

“You’re too gigantic for me…”

He stifles his growl biting into my neck as he tries to get a hold of himself. But I already drift back to sleep, trusting him wholly.

When I wake up with the huge urge to pee, he’s no longer here. It’s always dark in the Veil, but I know it’s still nighttimebecause he’ll be by my side, apologizing, first thing after the sun rises… somewhere.

I head to the bathroom to do my business and freshen up a bit. Upon looking in the mirror, I realize it’s worse than I thought—and it’ll look even uglier once all the bruises fully develop, turning black and blue.

I wash off, letting the hot water soothe my sore muscles and ease the tension, even if only slightly. After I finish, not bothering with pajamas, I pull a cover over myself and drift back to sleep, surrounded by Alex’s rich, musky scent.

13.

King

Ican’t fucking believe her!

What was she thinking?

I could’ve seriously injured her. Killed her, matter of fact. The silver wasn’t able to restrain me, although it slowed me down just enough not to split her in half. I should’ve gone away with Edwin and his boys. But she can be damn sure that next time I’ll hide somewhere on the opposite end of the world.

Have I always wanted to take her this rough? Yes. Was it the best sex we ever had? Fuck yes. Do I feel like a piece of shit? That’s also a yes.

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