Page 35 of The Wolf Professor

But there was one aspect of his anatomy that had never been human.

His knot.

In his teens, he’d jammed his body into a corner of the communal shower cubicle after sport, turning away from the other kids to hide the swelling at the base of his cock, the meaty thickness above his balls, but of course he’d been unable to ignore the fucking thing. It would swell to the size of a freakin’ tennis ball when he got turned on. Which, obviously, as a teen had been quite regularly.

His mom, guessing his pubescent angst, had left a book about the birds and bees on his bedside table. They’d never spoken about it, but it had been a relief knowing he wasn’t a freak. That this was one by-product of male werewolf development that was normal. Unavoidable.

After that, Max had secretly allowed himself to enjoy cupping his knot in his hand while he jerked off, feeling it hot and pulsing in his palm as he spilled his seed. Amazed at how it remained swollen for a good half hour after, and wondering if he ever had a mate, how it might feel to be coupled this way. He’d had his fair share of romantic notions back then, of one day feeling so intensely about a woman that he’d want to stay inside her for hours.

But neither of his long-term girlfriends—and certainly not the casual hook-ups he’d had—however much they pleaded with him, had tempted him to knot them.

He’d given up on romantic notions… or so he thought.

Until Charlie.

Hell, he couldn’t stop fantasizing about making love to her…. and yeah, he’d admit it, knotting her. Right up to the hilt.

Hence why he was pounding the cobbled streets. The throb in his knot just wouldn’t go away, even with his quads burning from the exertion.

Finally, he returned to the house. All was quiet. Max sniffed the air in the hallway but couldn’t detect Charlie’s sweet scent. She was probably still asleep. She’d been through a lot, and it was early still, the sun not yet risen. He couldn’t risk going to his room—if he saw her splayed out in his bed with her dark curls on his pillow, he could say goodbye to behaving in a civilized fashion.

But he was sweating and in need of a shower. He remembered there was an outdoor shower next to the pool in the backyard.

He grabbed a towel from the linen cupboard in the hallway then padded through the kitchen and out into the yard. There was no sign that Charlie had been in the kitchen, no dishes drying by the sink, the espresso machine unused. He relaxed a little, stripped off, and loosely looped the towel around his waist before striding across the patio to the pool area. Turning the tap, after a moment, glory be, the icy water turned hot. Steam rose in the air around him.

Max scrubbed himself from head to toe, rubbing liberally, enjoying the feel of the water, holding his face up to the streaming heat. But then as he mellowed out, he made the mistake of recalling Charlie’s breast falling from her dress last night like a beautiful ripe peach. Remembered how he’d got so close to lowering his head and sucking it into his mouth, and his cock obligingly stood to attention.

Max glared at it like an alien had landed between his thighs. How was he going to be in the same house as Charlie today without this beast rearing its head?

Maybe he should jerk off.

His logical mind rejected the idea immediately. His wolf, however, whined its approval. It needed sweet relief.

His wolf won out.

Max glanced around. It was private here. The shower admittedly wasn’t screened, but it was against a high, ivy-clad high wall, not visible to the neighbors.

He let his hand stroke down his washboard abs and flex around his swollen member.

Slowly, tentatively at first, he worked up and down his cock, using his pre-cum as lubricant.

Oh fuck, this felt gooooooood.

Eyes closed, he let himself imagine kissing Charlie. Her soft lips, her tongue tangling around his, her beautiful full tits filling his hands. But then… suddenly his imaginary Charlie took thehelm. Sinking onto her knees in front of him, she placed her lips around the head of his cock, licking, sucking, mewling. He watched his cock sliding in and out of her mouth, loving the little noises she made… and then, oh, sweet goddess, just as the pleasure was about to crest, Charlie took it up another notch. She lay back on his bed, spreading her thighs wide for him and begging him to enter her. With a groan, Max imagined himself nudging inside her, then drawing out slowly, his cock gleaming with her juices as she begged him to knot her. He refused, she begged some more… fuck, could anything be more of a turn-on? Finally, oh gods, as she squirmed below him, he eased his knot into her and her pussy locked around his cock…

And all the gods in heaven, now he was fucking Charlie like the big bad wolf he was… holding her thighs wide with his big paws. And she was begging for more.

Max’s fist pumped his cock faster, his thumb pad flicking across the sensitive frenulum as he teetered on the edge of release, sucking hard on his lower lip to stop Charlie’s name flying from his mouth as he imagined her gorgeous little cunt squeezing his cock, sucking him in right up to his knot… ah gods, now she was coming… her pussy pulsing around him.

Pressure raced up his cock, drawing his balls tight.

And then… Oh fuck… yesssssssss… blessed release slammed through him. From his scalp to his toes, every nerve lit up, and with a shout Max watched the long pearlescent spumes of his cum arc out in front of him and splatter onto the tiled wall.

His knees almost buckled from the sheer force of his orgasm.

Spent and gasping, he pressed his palm into the wall to support himself, his cock still twitching in his fist and his knot engorged.

When he’d finally gotten his breath back, he couldn’t help a sheepish smirk at his own predicament.

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