Page 10 of Evil Hearts

“Yes, Mast–Mistress.” he whispered, obedient even through that steady whine.

“Good boy, Fenn,” she praised, pressing a light kiss to his shaft.

She paused there, struck by how good he smelled, especially after all the training and running around. Werewolves were justbuilt different, she guessed. Being in such close proximity to one must have rubbed some primal instincts off on her, because she didn’t hesitate to drag her nose just above his shaft, inhaling his scent with a satisfied sigh.

She pulled away when she got to the base—where his knot was.Finally, this was her chance. Addison traced the diamond of the woven metal around his cock, realizing distantly the scent of the fence lacked a familiar metallic tang. All she could smell right now wasFenn—his sweat, his arousal, and the faintest hint of something amazing he wore, a pine-tinged deodorant or body wash.

That knot was enormous, and it wasn’t getting any smaller. She couldn’t imagine fitting his thick shaft inside her, let alonethat. She wrapped both hands curiously around the circumference and gave it a squeeze, needing to feel just how big it really was. To her surprise, his cock jerked like she’d turned on a faucet, a truly impressive amount of precum spilling out and stretching out from his tip, splattering on the leaves below.

She leaned back too quickly, planting her ass squarely in the dirt with a small yelp, trying to avoid getting his copious offering on her leggings. Fenn’s face smacked into the fence, pulled down by the leash still wrapped around her wrist.

“Shit, sorry, are you okay?” she asked, using the fence to pull herself up again.

His dreamy, “Uh huh,” answered her as she regained her balance, dusted off her leggings and squinted at the damn-near fountain pouring in slow motion from his deep red tip.

“Tell me you’re not coming already!” she gasped, looking on in awe.

The slanted lighting made the color hard to see, but it wasn’t exactlyshootingout, the way she was used to from human men. It dripped like corn syrup, a release that was steadier, slower.Thicker.

“I wouldn’t!” he protested, hips giving a few tiny, bouncing jerks against the fence. “You didn’t say I could yet. I’m a good boy—I’m just-just reallyexcited.”

“That’s a hell of a lot of precum,” she laughed, unable to stop herself. She didn’t want to give him a complex, but at the same time, he seemed to be a fan of both praise and degradation.

“It’s…” he squirmed, blushing in a way she found deeply endearing, despite the circumstances. “It’s to make sure my knot will fit. If we were mating. To make sure it wouldn’t hurt in a bad way. Not that—not that I expected to mate you or anything, that’s just how it goes. The knot should go down sometime within an hour of when I come.”

“An hour?!” Addison gasped, unable to keep herself from imagining that knot lodged inherfor that long. It wasn’t an unpleasant thought.

“Well, not like a full hour. Sometimes it’s just a little bit after, sometimes longer. I’m not a biologist, I don’t really know,” he grumbled.

She held her hand at the tip, a light detour to understanding his knot a little better. The fluid spilled out onto her hand, coating it in a tingly sort of warmth. She spread it out like lotion on each hand, marveling at how wonderful it felt. Everywhere it touched, her senses were unexpectedly heightened. Every subtle movement of air, the slightest of friction as skin moved against skin—it all felt like delightful electric tingles.

She ran a sticky finger curiously across her lips, breaking into a smile when the same electrifying sensation spread to her lips and tongue..

The chain rattled, drawing her attention back to Fenn. His muscles tensed all over, his hair fell over his eyes. His hips thrust into the fence, a simulation of what he could do to her. Those hazel eyes were feral and sheliked it.

“I can see how that would be helpful,” she said slowly, somewhat dazed by the sensations in her hands and lips. “Be still, Fenn. I’m not done exploring.”

He froze at her command, the only noticeable movements the rapid expanding of his chest as he panted, and the way his muscles vibrated with tension.

This time, she wrapped her hands more deliberately around his knot, the heightened sensations making her feel connected to her willing captive—his body heat, the beating of his heart, the soft texture of his skin, every electrical impulse sent from brain to nerve. She lost herself in touching him, in tracing along his shaft, the head. The precum at his tip gathered on her fingers, so she dragged it across his aching cock. She had become so singularly focused on exploration, she’d entirely forgotten about her goal.

The frantic shaking of the fence drew her attention back up to Fenn. His teeth gnashed within the muzzle, his torso writhed as he fought himself to hold still. Tears streamed down his face, wetting the bottom edge of the muzzle and glinting in the moonlight.

She stood up, now more fascinated by his expressions than his cock—only just barely. He was beautiful like this, so vulnerable just for her. She pressed a hand above them both on the fence, their noses inches apart, still holding his cock with her other hand.

“Are you being good, Fenn?” she asked. “Did I tell you to move?”

His frenzied movements stilled as he locked eyes with her, the perfect impression of a chastised puppy.

“Bad dog, Fenn,” she added in a whisper for good measure.

She felt his cock jump in her hand at the words. If he was that into degradation, she couldn’t help but wonder what a newspaper to the nose would do to him. She began to stroke him slowly, delighted as he gave futile little thrusts into her hand, bowing the fence out the scant few inches it allowed him.

“Addi—Mistress,please!” The growling, panting noises coming out of the muzzle rapidly increased in volume with every stroke, and Addison reveled in having a beautiful beast like Fenn begging her for release.

She pressed her own face to the fence, stroking harder and faster, edging him. “Will you do anything I ask, pup?”

“Anything,” he agreed, those hazel eyes of his glazed over with the painful pleasure of a delayed orgasm.

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