Page 59 of Bred By the Wolfman

Just to really torment her, I drop one hand down between us, where my knot has spread the lips of her pussy impossibly wide, and run just the tip of my claw over her clit. Dee is now thrashing underneath me, so I curl my finger and rub her with my knuckle, the way she likes, and she cries out again as I stuff my knot into her.

I make love to her like this, hard and slow, dragging my cock out and then squeezing it back in, until I’m so close to the edge that I have vertigo. I pull my tongue free of her mouth and murmur, “I’m going to stuff that pretty human pussy so full of me.”

“You already put a cub in me,” she says, her voice slurring with how drunk she is on my knot. I shove it into her again, and her head falls back in bliss. I want to tell her how I already want to fuck another one into her, but I need to be careful.

“And what a beautiful cub it will be.” I nuzzle her face as I thrust into her faster, and her cries ratchet up in volume until she’s filling the whole house with the sound of her pleasure. My little human, the love of my life, the mother of my cub and the meaning of everything.

I rub Dee harder, and all at once her tight channel clenches tight as a vise, and her scream is ear-piercing. I gasp, unable to hold back any longer as she starts to milk my cock for everything it’s worth.

I slip my knot inside her, and when she squeezes down around it, I burst with a feral roar.

twenty-three

DEE

It takes some time for the clouds to clear from our frantic lovemaking, and then even longer for Russ’s swelling to come down enough that he can slip out of me again. Warm come rushes down my thigh, onto the comforter. I can already taste the edges of dreams as Russ lies down next to me, curling his huge, furry body around mine. He rests his hand on my belly and rubs it gently, like a crystal ball.

“Have you ever seen a half-human wolfperson?” I ask. I’ve wondered for some time how our baby might come out.

“I was friends with one growing up.” He nestles his chin on top of my head. “He was a good guy. A little short.”

I laugh.

“Most half-human hybrids come out looking like their monster parent,” Russ says after a while in a more serious tone. I wonder if this is how he sounds when he’s acting like a doctor. What would it be like to be his patient? Probably would have a painful crush on him.

“So our baby will look more like you?”

He nods. “Probably. Most likely.”

I think about this for a while, and find that my hand has been absently stroking over his for some time. I’m starting to fall asleep in the warm afternoon light coming in the windows when I hear Russ’s voice. “I have to go to work soon,” he says, but when I move to get up, he keeps me lying down on the bed. “No, no. You and Boomer can stay here as long as you want. I have another car if you decide you want to go home.”

He kisses my forehead, then covers me with the blanket and starts busying about putting his clothes back on. Soon, I’ve drifted off, and when I wake up, it’s dark out and Boomer is lying on the bed next to me.

“Well, you made yourself right at home, didn’t you?” I ask him, and he just lets out a little huff. I pet his head a few times before finally getting up.

There’s a note on the kitchen table with a set of keys on top, but I’m not in any rush really. I just slept all day, and I feel like there isn’t an ounce of tension in my whole body after the way Russ treated me like a queen earlier.

After finding some unseasoned, cooked chicken to feed to Boomer—which Russ thoughtfully left behind—I sit down on the couch and watch a television show. Later I dig out some leftovers, and before I know it, I’ve fallen asleep again.

Faint light is coming in the window when I hear Russ say, “I’m so happy to see you, my dear.” He scoops me up and carries me back to his bedroom, where we curl up under the blankets together to sleep until noon.

RUSS

She fits rather perfectly into my life.

But I don’t tell her that. I don’t even imply that, letting her instead come to that conclusion on her own when we both awaken in the early afternoon, and we decide I ought to take her and Boomer home.

Now that the door has been opened, though, there is no closing it again. We see each other every other day, saving time for our friends in between. I invite her along to the next barbecue, even though the weather’s turning colder, and Caleb offers her some flavored seltzer because he knew she was coming. I have one, too, and I think not drinking has actually been good for me.

The cub has grown again at our next appointment, though I knew that already from watching and listening to my mate’s soft body every day. During this exam, Dee holds my hand tight to hers, and we all jump when the cub kicks inside her.

“A very active one,” Dr. Hodgens says, noting our linked hands with a twitch of his mouth. “Must have some eager parents.”

A little of Dee’s smile falls, because I’m still not sure that she’s ready.

She’s now over at my home more days than she’s not, but I haven’t yet extended an invitation to move in. I’m taking things at her speed, waiting for her cues. My favorite activity is to bring her up into my lap so she’s using my body like a recliner, then wrap my arms around her while we watch a movie. Afterwards, perhaps during, I dip my claws into her pants and simply taste her with my fingers, spreading her open for me.

I’ve taken Dee all sorts of ways, to show her how good it can be with me, every day for the rest of her life. She liked to ride me at first, but now her body is too heavy, and so I often fuck her underneath me.

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