Page 28 of Locke

Panting, my mate turned off her vibrator and looked around the room. I ducked behind the table so she couldn’t see, and became completely quiet. You could hear a pin drop. With her lust-filled eyes, she resumed her ministrations, pumping the giant dick in and out of her pussy.

Hell, you can hear it sloshing in and out of her.

I gazed at my front leg and saw it was out of place, but from where it was broken I knew all too well it wasn’t to change into my human form. It was into a form I’d only done once before—.

I kept the low growl to myself and slunk onto the floor. Her bed was shaking, her arousal had filtered through the RV, but if I was going to leave and not watch her finish, I was taking a souvenir.

There on the floor lay a pair of her yellow underwear. I grabbed it with my claw, slowly backed away out of the RV and shut the door slowly. I felt another crack on my other leg and I fell to the ground with a thud.

I snarled, unable to move my two front legs. Another crack and another. My back was no longer hunched over, it was rearranging, my hind legs longer while my front legs grew shorter. But my claws, they were retractable, I felt them sinking in and out of my body as the rest of the transformation completed.

I stood up straight, on just two legs, my paws were wide and sunk into the mossy earth. My chest was broad, fur covering most of my body and I could feel the power hum through me. I wasn’t completely healed. I could still feel the aches and pains from my transformation, but as I looked at myself, I knew I was changing all the same.

The last time I felt this sort of power, I destroyed—

I shook my head. My mate was on the other side of that RV. Fucking herself. I could hear her, could damn near taste her arousal on my long tongue. I licked my large fangs and breathed heavily, gazing into the window.

The rod between my legs was a testament that the bond was working. I couldn’t remember the last time I was able to get it up, let alone get it this fucking hard.

For the first time in ages, I took my alpha lycan’s cock - long, thick, throbbing and a knot ready to be planted into my mate- in hand. I rubbed my palm across it, feeling the tightness of the skin. I groaned, my wolf growling in my chest at that exact moment and I leaned our wolfish head on the window where we could still see our mate fucking herself.

A glistening layer of sweat illuminated her face, reflecting the dim light. She ceased her self-pleasure, her fingers toying with her adorned nipple bars. Envious, I observed as she bit her lip, gently rolling her nipples between her fingertips.

She was edging herself! She wasn’t allowing herself to come.

What a naughty, sweet female.

I picked up her underwear, from where I had dropped them, and lifted them to my nose. I took in one long whiff, smelling the sweet musk coming from it. It brought me and my wolf to a frenzy, a dire need to just go into that RV and rut her.

I knew what he did. He forced this shift, just like the time before—

This time for better reasons: to claim her.

But I still held on to some strength. We couldn’t go in there. I would not fuck her like this. Yet.

I took her underwear and wrapped it around my cock, letting her scent engulf it.

I groaned as I felt the fabric rubbing against my throbbing erection, and my wolf groaned in pleasure. I took a deep breath, my chest rising and falling with my labored breathing. The lust in me was overwhelming, and I struggled to maintain control.

My heart raced as I heard the soft moans from the RV. I did my best to watch, see her face, the way her body moved as she took the implement and shoved it inside her. I leaned against the RV and felt the muscles in my body tighten. I wanted to be inside her, to feel her warmth and tightness around me.

Soon I will take her.

It wouldn’t be soft and loving, it would be fucking animalistic. My mate would like it, she’s tough, strong. I could feel it.

I’ll take her in this form, and in my human form. It’s what they did in the old ways.

As I held her underwear tightly in my hand, I felt a sudden surge of power coursing through my veins. My wolf was urging me to break free, to transform once more, to let me be human again and claim her as mine. But it was too soon. I knew I would fail the shift.

Pushing the urges aside, I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. I needed to calm down and to think clearly. I couldn’t risk our lives or our bond on this desperate need for her. I watched my mate closely and focused on the sound of her moans and the scent of her arousal seeping from her home. I needed to focus my energy on the reality before me.

I sped up my pace on my cock, watching as my mate came closer to her orgasm. She was going to come; she couldn’t handle anymore. She was finally going to reward herself.

Sweat dripped from her brow, her breasts heaving, beautifully shining in the dim light of her room. My cock leaked, dripping on the forest floor below as she moaned, flicking her clit as she stopped the continued thrusts of her fake cock.

It took all my restraint not to howl into the forest when I finally let my seed fall into her underwear, to the forest floor and all over my hand. I kept coming, letting years of my seed, that was waiting, be released. I panted heavily, my knees buckled and I landed in the dirt.

My bones cracked, my body seized. My elongated body shortened and I returned to the wolf I was once before. I huffed out in exhaustion and my mind clear for the first time in years.

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