Page 156 of The Good Boys Club

“I’m not true were. Does that make a difference? Do the rules still apply to me?” It was near enough impossible not to thrust into him. To keep the friction as minimal as possible in case he changed his mind.

“I . . . don’t know. But I really, really need to find out.”

“Look at me,” I said. Mash flipped his head to the side and looked at me with one eye. “Do you want me to breed you?”

Mash didn’t answer with words. He groaned and lowered himself even more, so that I slipped in deeper. Holy shit, he felt incredible.

“Mash, are you gonna regret this tomorrow?” Maybe there was such a thing as the werewolf morning-after pill.

“I want this so bad. I want you and all your cubs. Breed me. Fill me up. Tell me I’m a good boy. I want your family, Ci.”

Fuck, I wanted that too.

“You can pull out now if you don’t want that,” he said, though his ass bounced up and down, stealing friction I hadn’t permitted him yet. “I’m sorry. I assumed you knew. We probably should have discussed this before.”

I couldn’t have pulled out of him even if I’d wanted to. He felt too damned good, and I wanted to breed him. Part of me hoped we’d have a few years of just us before we had cubs, but another part thought about how magical it would be if it happened tonight—on the night Mash became alpha and the night we mated.

I hadn’t realised it, but I’d begun thrusting again. Mash whimpered beneath me. He was so warm, and soft, and solid, and he smelled so fucking incredible.

I’d never fucked anyone as a wolf before. Plenty of guys had asked for it, yet I hadn’t felt as though I could show them that part of myself. With Mash, it just felt right.

His tail was trapped between our bodies, but I could feel it twitching against the base of my cock. The sounds he made were mostly human moans of pleasure, though occasionally, a guttural canine growl slipped out and rumbled throughout the ravine. It was raw, and incredible, and I already decided I would spend the rest of my days chasing that sound out of him again.

Mash’s back legs eventually gave way, flattening and splaying like a starfish. He bucked against the dirt, and I wished we’d thought about this beforehand, given him somewhere softer tolie on. He was going to come exactly where he was and have to wait around in his mess while my knot deflated inside him.

“Ci, fuck. Oh, gods. Are you close? Please tell me you’re close,” he whined.

“Yes. I’m so close. Are you ready? My knot is going to lock you in.”

“Yes, fill me up.”

“I love you,” I said, picking up the pace.

My knot swelled. Mash whined, his hips jerked erratically, and then they stopped. He stilled, and cried out, and I felt myself rolling over that peak with him, both of us howling into the night as I filled him with wolf cum.

I collapsed on top of him, thankful he was so big and fluffy and a perfect pillow. “Mash, are you okay?”

He hummed in response, but didn’t move. “No talky now. Only sleepy,” he said.

“Okay, you sleep for a bit. I’ll wake you up when my knot has gone down and we can move somewhere cleaner.”

It was a moment before he spoke. His voice soft and sated.

“Was I a good boy?”

“The best.”

Big Dog on Campus

The Next Day

Mash

Birds chirped. Wind teased the pines. A few leaves defiantly clung to their branches. Now and then, one would flutter down to join us on the moss we’d made a bed from.

It was damp with morning dew, but the sky itself was a brilliant blue. A June blue. Given it was mid-October, it felt likea good sign for things to come. Both for the day, and for my reign as alpha.

Cian and I were naked, and wrapped up in each other like gum in hair—his cheek on my chest, my chin on the top of his head, arms coiled around torsos, my tail cradling the small of his back. It would have been a lovely, romantic moment if it wasn’t for the dirt and cum crusted to my stomach.

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