Page 35 of Reformed Wolf

“Yes, yes, yes,” he chanted.

I could feel the fluttering of his internal muscles spelling out his impending climax. I picked up the pace, jerking him off hard enough that my muscles were starting to cramp, but I was so damn close, and I wanted him to come with me. Gods, I needed it like I needed oxygen.

The pressure began to ramp up, heat building low in my gut. My breathing was a rapid wheeze, spots forming in the edges of my vision.

“Give it to me, I want it,” he gritted out through clenched teeth. He barely sounded like a man anymore, with animalistic desperation driving him, fueling his every desire. “Fill me with your seed, with your knot. I need it!”

I couldn’t have held off any longer if I’d tried. Regardless of how he had me pinned, my hips rose off the bed, lifting him straight off the mattress as I buried my cock as deep as I could. “Fuck!” My knot swelled, and as it pressed against his prostate, it milked a second orgasm from him.

He let out a howl, covering my hand and my stomach in his cum, painting a stripe of cream all the way up to my shoulder. He sagged in relief, temporarily sated.

“Mm, that’s better, isn’t it,” I said, smearing my fingers through the warm, salty goodness like some kind of new-age art technique, before bringing them to my lips to suck clean.

Dylan watched me for a moment, then whimpered, his eyes filling with tears and his entire body shaking with exhaustion as he came down from the high. His hormones were going haywire. I quickly sat up and wrapped my arms around him, bending my knees so he could lean back against my thighs. “Hey, you’re okay. I’ve got you.”

He dropped his head forward onto my shoulder, sobbing raggedly. “Why did you stay?” he wailed, clinging to me. “You could’ve had anyone, but you chose to fight for me instead. And now you’re stuck with me, this disappointing omega who can’t do anything right.”

I was having a hard time switching gears with him. “What are you talking about? You are fierce and independent, and I know you can do anything you set your mind to. I stayed because you’re mine, and I love you. I fought for you because I wouldn’t have been able to go on without you. I’m not stuck with you—I chose you.”

He sniffled once before leaning back and looking down at me. “But I’m a useless, pampered city omega who can’t cook or garden or build anything. Just look at these hands!” he blurted, shoving his hands palm up into the space between us. “Look how soft they are! Not a single callus because I’ve never had to work a single day in my life. I don’t belong here!”

I could see a fresh wave of tears building. I had zero experience with this kind of thing, but my wolf didn’t like seeing him cry either. Fix it! he urged, beginning to panic. I didn’t know if they were the right words to make him feel better, but I said, “If you want, I could teach you.”

He paused, peeking up at me. “Teach me what?” he asked eventually.

“Anything you want. We could… make some scrambled eggs for breakfast, maybe help weed the garden.” I smoothed his hair back and kissed his forehead gently. My knot had begun to soften, and it slipped from his ass with a surge of my cum.

He nodded, wiping his tears away. “I think I’d like that.” He took a shuddering breath. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” he hiccupped. “One second I’m the happiest I’ve ever been, the next I feel like I can’t possibly be good enough for you.”

I kissed the tip of his nose. “If anything, you’re too good for me.” My mate and I had grown up in very different worlds. Our life experiences did not overlap in any way, but how much did that matter? As long as we were determined to meet each other in the middle.

Dylan gave me a shaky, embarrassed smile. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to spoil the mood.”

“It’s not spoiled,” I promised him. And to prove my point, I poked him with my hard-on that was already perking up for round two. His pheromones were still permeating the air, his skin still overly warm.

“Good,” he replied, arching his hips. “Because I think I need… more,” he whispered, chagrined, like it was some kind of naughty secret.

It was going to be a long night.

Chapter 16

Dylan

“Come on, alpha. Is that all you’ve got?” I taunted.

His chuckle was dark and dangerous beside my ear. “You seem to have forgotten, I’ve reformed my bad boy ways. Now I’m too nice to do what you’re asking.” We both knew that wasn’t entirely true.

“Maybe I don’t want you to be nice. Maybe I like it best when you’re bad…”

His palm came down across my ass in a stinging slap, and I gasped. I tried to arch my hips back to offer a pretty target, but I found it was hard to do with his hand clamped down over the back of my neck, pressing me into the wall. “Again,” I panted.

A whole month had passed since I arrived at the camp, and not a single day had gone by when he hadn’t bent me over and claimed my ass. I felt like he was punishing me, showing me who was boss after I thoroughly owned him during my heat. So it was a good thing I happened to like being punished…

Another slap came down in almost the same spot, leaving a hot impression of his hand. I’d bet you could see all five fingers outlined in detail, right down to the whirls of his fingerprints. My whole body was on fire, and he hadn’t even fucked me yet.

I felt the silky-smooth head of his thick cock at my entrance, and I held my breath, waiting for him to thrust in deep… but he never did. He just kept sliding it up and down my crack in slow, even strokes, spreading my excretions until they were dripping down the insides of my thighs. He was like catnip to me, driving me wild. He inserted the tip, then drew back, and I hissed at him.

He chuckled. “So feisty.”

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