Page 76 of The Wolf Professor

Joined to her by his knot. And by his mate-bite.

Never in all his life had he experienced a sexual release like this one. It felt like his body had been shattered into a million pieces, scattered to the outer edges of the universe.

It felt like he would never be the old Max again.

That was okay. He no longer wanted to be that Max.

Regaining his breath, he realized he needed to move to make them more comfortable.

“Baby, hang on,” he said, then, clasping his arm around her belly, he flopped onto his side on the mattress and spooned her into him. Still blissfully joined, his knot throbbing in her beautiful tight little cunt. For at least the next half hour, he guessed, they’d be coupled like this. Having never done it before, Max wasn’t entirely sure.

She snuggled back against him.

Max realized that all those dreams as a teen paled into insignificance compared to the reality of knotting his one true mate.

This, with Charlie just now, had far surpassed anything he’d ever imagined.

When they’d finally got their breath back, Charlie laughed. “Wow, that was one amazing rut. And you sure have a smutty mouth on you, Max Hunt, when you choose to let it loose.”

“You liked it?”

“I loved it. Couldn’t you tell?”

“It certainly seemed like it turned you on.” He hesitated. “Charlie, I didn’t use contraception. I probably should have, but…”

“Shhh, this is our mate courtship. What will be, will be.” He had to admit to a frisson of pleasure at the thought of Charlie having their cubs. Whether sooner, or later.

He was open to it all.

They cuddled up and dozed for a while, and then Max realized his knot had reduced in size enough that they could separate. Gently he withdrew from her, registering the gush of hot liquid, his and hers, that followed.

She turned to face him now and they kissed, long and sweet. When he drew away, Max looked down at the bite on her neck, which was now seeping blood.

“I bit you, I’m sorry.”

“How can you be sorry?” She reached up to the side of her neck and touched it. “It’s a gift.”

“It’s bleeding.”

“Do I need witch hazel and wolfbane lotion?”

“Heck Charlie, I didn’t turn you into a wolf. It was a mate-bite.”

“And I love it. But Max, honestly, I’d be happy to become wolf for you.”

Max grimaced. “Not sure your mom would approve. I think I have enough work to do to win her over. Turning you into a werewolf might not go in my favor.”

Charlie giggled. “She’d come round. She loves me. And she’ll love you too.”

Max grunted. His sense of Shirley Sullivan was that she wasn’t going to be the easiest mother-in-law. But hey, he’d do anything for Charlie.

After he’d carried her into the shower and they’d bathed together, they cuddled up by the fire, snug in two big furs that had been left for them. Max gazed around the cottage. “So this is ours for how long?”

“Two whole nights.”

“Hmmm.” He kissed the top of her head, imagining all the ways he was going to make love to her over the next forty-eight hours.

“So tell me, big wolf man, what happened up there in the mountains?” Charlie asked. “When you were chasing me, I didn’t recognize you at first. You seemed bigger, even fiercer and more powerful than the first time.”

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