Page 98 of A Wolf in the Garden

I cry out, head thrown back to the stars and body tight,squeezingaround the thick girth of his cock as I come, riding the waves of it as he fucks me through it. Even as the last flutters of my orgasm die away he keeps thrusting upwards, keeps making me moan, rivulets of sweat dripping down my back, and I am lost in the hedonism of it all. His teeth are bared and his eyes focus on the place we are joined, and I know he is watching the way my body takes his fat cock, the way I stretch around him as he sinks into me, all the way down to that huge swollen knot.

“Can I… can I…” he begins, panting hard.

“Yes,” I reply, knowing what he needs. It’s what I need too — to be taken by the wolf, to give over all control, to be dominated. I love riding him, but we both know Ilovebeing fucked hard, I love being underneath, love feeling the weight of him press above me.

He lifts me off of his cock, and I feel so hollow without it. “Please,” I beg, falling to my hands and knees, shivering as I feel the heat of him behind me, the brush of fur, the heavy weight of his wet dick as it rests against my backside for a moment.

“Shh, that’s it baby,” he rumbles as he pushes back inside my cunt, and I groan at this new angle, it’s so fuckinggood. He runs his clawed hands up my back, leaving goosebumps in their wake, before they’re pressing into the grass beside mine, the heat of his chest against my back, his teeth grazing my ear in a way that makes my whole body light up in anticipation of what’s to come.

“Ready?”

His voice isso deep, melting me, and when he slides one hand between my legs, his knuckles brushing my clit, I know I’m done for. “Yes.”

“Hm.” His teeth bite down ever so gently on my shoulder. “What was that? I didn’t quite hear you.”

What alie. I push myself back on his cock, hard and fast, taking him deeper than before. “I’m ready. Don’t tease me.”

“Mmmm.” His mouth presses once more to my cheek in a wolfish kiss, his cock dragging slowly out of me, until only the very tip remains inside, and I wait with bated breath.

The first thrust makes me groan, low and guttural, as do the second and third, and it’s almost too much as he sets a brutal, urgent pace, but I love it, love the sounds that he makes and the thumping pressure within me, the stretch just shy of being painful. “So fuckinggood,” I moan.

“That’s it,” he growls above me, knuckles grazing over my clit in a continuous rhythm, the pressure within me already close to bursting. “Moan for me baby, let me hear it all. I want to hear you scream.”

My arms give out, and I drop down to my elbows, the slight change in pressure, the heel of his hand now grinding against my clit, and the never-ending wild fucking make me whine, my whole body taut, on the cusp of release once more. I can feel the swelling of his knot with each ruthless stroke, and I rock back as he shifts forward, slamming myself against it.

“You want my knot?” he growls. “You want me to give you that? To tie you to a werewolf?”

“Yes!”

“Then come!” he demands with his alpha bark, and I cry out, giving in to the sensation, feeling my cunt constrict around him, and explosion of pure bliss, wave after wave drawn out by the now-slow cant of his hips, the delicious slide of him inside drawing out almost every last pulse of my orgasm until —

I scream as he thrusts suddenly, his knot locking into place within me with such pressure that I see stars, and I’m coming again with an absolutegushof release, squirting, despite the burning edge to this pleasure now. He lifts me back against him so that I hang in the air, his arms around my middle, clawed hands rough on my breasts, and every inch of me is alive with the knowledge that I am his, that I am so thoroughly impaled on his cock as he spills into me. He keeps coming, growling, filling me with an impossible amount of that liquid heat, his dick throbbing with each spurt, the most insane, toe-curling pleasure I have ever known.

Head spinning, ears ringing, limbs heavy, I’m only vaguely aware of the way he oh so carefully moves us, until he’s lying flat on the grass once more, my head resting on his chest, his furred body hot against my back as I lie like a starfish against him. The tips of my antlers only just brush fur under his chin, the sensation odd. I’ll withdraw them soon… but my head is far too much of a wonderful, foggy mess right now.

“Holy shit, Van,” I say breathlessly, my heartbeat thundering in my ears, moaning again as his hand strokes through the dripping wet folds of my cunt once more, his claw grazing the point where we are so tightly joined.

His chest heaves with each panting breath, the rise and fall a subtle shift beneath me, like the push and pull of the ocean on a calm day. I reach back above my head, stroking through the thick fur at his neck, smiling when his rough tongue licks at my fingers. “You always say it, butthisis the definition of filling me up,” I murmur, my other hand tentatively settling over my lower belly, the slight cramps I’m experiencing a good indication that my body has definitely been pushed to its limit. That knot is locked as tight as anything could ever be, making me feel so utterly sexual, and all warm and fuzzy at the same time. I definitely have a bit of a cockwarming kink, I’ve realised; it’s one of my favourite things, to be knotted and filled by him for long periods of time, and I do love falling asleep at night around his knot.

“Do I get a prize?” he rumbles.

I snort, and we laugh together, his free arm wrapping around me, the jostle of the movement making me groan at the pulling sensation deep within me, my legs twitching when he strokes my clit once more. He doesn’t stop, and I don’t tell him to, giving in to the sensation.

“Here she comes,” he says, and I don’t know if he’s referring to me or the moon, only now clearing the tops of the trees above us, as I shake apart once more.

* * *

It’s getting closer to dawn, and the weakest of the stars are beginning to fade from the sky above. “No extra mushrooms,” Van comments approvingly.

I hum, snuggling further into him, pressing my lips to his chest, and even those tiny movements cause more fluid to leak out of me. There’s a definite puddle on his fur between our bodies, and I really hope we don’t run into anyone before the night is over. I lost count of how many times we actually fucked tonight, but I’m officially done, and I’m loving this part because the warm cuddles are utterly delicious.

“Don’t sleep yet, baby,” he says, the gentle tone he takes with me a strange dichotomy with the deep dark rumble of his werewolf voice.

“I know.” We need to get moving soon, and trudge up the hill to the house. “Give me five more minutes.”

I love feeling him laugh underneath me. I love the way his heartbeat sounds, so low and steady, under my ear. I love the tingling feeling that follows every time his sharp claws drag across my shoulders. “I love you,” I whisper.

“I love you too, my brave Ellie, not even afraid of a monster.”

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