Page 36 of Reformed Wolf

I bit back the whine that wanted to slip out. It would only serve to draw out the torment. “We don’t have time to tease,” I reasoned. “Everyone else is preparing for the festival. They’re going to wonder where we are.”

“They won’t wonder; they’ll know exactly where we are.” It was true, but that just meant we’d have to withstand more teasing, this time from my new packmates.

Tristan had unbreakable willpower when it came to holding out, but he had one weakness… In a last-ditch attempt to get railed, I decided to play dirty. “Vesta should be here soon. What would she think if she knew you were—”

His fingers tightened the tiniest amount on my neck, and that was all the warning I got before he spanked my ass a final time, followed swiftly by filling me up in one go. We both groaned, and while I might’ve won this round, I had a feeling he would punish me for it later.

His entire body pressed into me, his front to my back, and he nipped at my mating mark. “Why can’t I ever get enough of you?”

“I guess I’m just too damn sweet,” I sassed, turning my head enough to accept a slow, seductive kiss. I swallowed his moans, my whole body shuddering as he crept his fingers around to grip my hip.

“You want me to fuck you?” he asked, and I managed the barest of nods. “You should be careful what you wish for.” He canted my hips back. “You’d better hold on to something.”

As he pulled back, I scrambled against the wall for something to grab onto, but there was nothing. I settled for wrapping a fist around my erection. That had to count, right?

I was so worked up from all his teasing that one pump of his hips was all it took to get me tingling from head to toe. Precum dripped from my tip to the floor, and I had the wild notion that it would stain. I hoped it would be there forever.

Tristan set a steady pace, the sounds of grunts, pants, and the wet grinding of flesh filling our cabin. I wanted to scratch him, to bite him, to fight for every inch of his cock, and then I wanted to kiss him better and start all over again.

The room spun around me, my pulse rushing in my ears. “Shit, Tris, I’m about to—”

“I know, baby. I can feel it. You’re so tight.” He grunted as he increased his speed, his balls slapping against my ass, until the points of his hips came up against me. “Fuuuuuck,” he moaned. I felt the first pulses of his climax deep inside me, deeper than he’d ever been before, hot and thick.

It was enough to push me over the edge, and I swore I saw stars as my cock erupted, splattering cum across the floor and wall. His knot pushed its way inside my channel, filling me to the brim and locking his seed inside me. My legs might’ve buckled if I weren’t impaled on his dick. Yep, that is definitely going to stain, I thought as my cum began to soak into the untreated wood.

Tristan sagged behind me, dropping his sweaty forehead onto my shoulder. “Daaaamn,” he drawled. “I wish we had enough time to go again.”

“Why? You didn’t get me to beg enough this time around?” I teased, reaching over my shoulder to tangle my fingers through his damp hair.

His chuckle was sleepy and sated. “Baby, it’s not about making you beg. I don’t want to break you; I want to ignite you. When I push you the right way, you get vicious, and having you fight me for control is the hottest thing. Confidence looks good on you.” He ran his tongue up my neck, lapping up my sweat.

“Really?” I hadn’t even realized that was what he was doing. I’d been so subjugated under my father’s rules and restrictions. Being meek and obedient didn’t come naturally to me, but it had always been what was expected of me, so I just kind of assumed that my mate would expect the same. “Well… then I guess I’ll just have to fight you harder next time.”

His chuckle made me feel all kinds of ways, and my cock twitched, oblivious to the fact that it had just been drained. It didn’t help when he wiggled his depleted knot free of my ass, and it slid past my prostate with a sensual pressure, like a whispered promise for next time.

My pleasured groan made him laugh, and he gave my ass a final spank. “Hurry up and get dressed. Someone reminded me that we have a responsibility to help get things set up for tonight.”

“Fine,” I grumbled. I washed quickly with cold water and a cloth, then I pulled on a pair of boxer briefs and some jeans I’d bought, still too new and stiff to be considered comfortable. I missed my old wardrobe. The more durable denim, flannel, and cotton just couldn’t compare against my skin. It chafed in places I hadn’t even known could chafe. It was a good thing I spent so much time naked…

As soon as I’d pulled a t-shirt over my head, Tris took me gently in his arms, smoothing a palm across my ass cheek. “I hope I wasn’t too rough on you.”

“It will certainly be interesting to see you explain to Vesta why I can’t sit this evening.” His mouth quirked into a horrified scowl, and I laughed. “I’m kidding, I’m fine. I love it when you’re rough with me.” For too many years I’d been handled with kid gloves, always guarded and pampered. Tristan treated me like I was strong, capable, and apparently, he strived to push me further in that direction.

And as hard as the adjustment had been to living rough, I found that I was… happy. More content than I’d been in a long while.

“Come on, mate,” I said, throwing a towel over the cum stain, vowing I would ask about buying a can of paint later. “We’ve got a party to plan.”

As it turned out, much of the planning had already been taken care of by the time we got there. Dawn was so type-A that she spearheaded most of the prep herself, getting downright aggressive when anyone tried to help. Meanwhile, her twin, Sasha, followed her instructions to a T without saying a word, after a lifetime of practice living in her shadow, though he didn’t seem to mind at all. In fact, the omega seemed happiest being told what to do. I reminded myself that just because I didn’t like it, that didn’t mean it wasn’t a legitimate role for someone else.

Thanks to Dawn, the bonfire was already built and ready to be lit, so I helped Tara and Mary in the outdoor kitchen for a bit, preparing some potatoes, but there wasn’t even much to do for dinner. Jude had gone out early this morning and caught a small boar, which he’d prepared and set to cook over a bed of coals underground. It seemed to me a ridiculous amount of meat for a relatively small group of people, considering they didn’t have a fridge, but Tristan assured me it wouldn’t get wasted.

While we waited for Vesta to make her appearance, I played with the chickens for a bit. They were one of the highlights to my new life here. I’d never been allowed to have pets growing up, and while they weren’t exactly cuddly, Martha would often sit in my lap and make cute little clucking sounds as she fluffed her feathers up.

“Traitor,” Tristan said, lowering to the ground beside me.

“Who, me or her?” I asked, smirking.

“You. I hope you’re not replacing me with my nemesis.”

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