Hamilton’s fingers find the clasp of my bra, snapping it open with practiced ease. Then his mouth is on my breast, teeth grazing my nipple. I cry out; the sound echoing in the stairwell, reminding me where we are—a semi-public space.
The thought should cool my ardor.
It doesn’t.
It makes everything more intense, more urgent.
“Someone could come in,” I manage to say, even as my hands work frantically at his belt.
“It’s locked.” His voice is animal-rough as he yanks my jeans down over my hips. “Nobody will see the mighty wolf conservationist getting fucked by the big bad developer.”
I should be outraged. Instead, I’m soaking wet, desperate for him in a way that defies all logic and self-respect.
“You’re the worst,” I gasp as his fingers find me, stroking through slick heat.
“And you’re dripping for me.” His smile is pure predator.
I don’t answer. Can’t answer.
His fingers are inside me now, thick and insistent, curling to find spots that make my vision blur. My claws—not metaphorical this time—extend slightly, pricking through his shirt to the skin beneath.
“Careful, wolf,” he warns, but the danger in his voice only makes me wilder.
I manage to get his pants open, freeing his large cock—so thick and hard it’s intimidating in a way that makes my mouth water. I reach between us to stroke him, my fingers unable to meet around his girth. Satisfaction thrums through me when his own rhythm falters and a deep groan escapes his lips.
His fingers withdraw from me, and I whimper at the loss before I can stop myself. He smirks, bringing those same fingers to his mouth and licking them clean while maintaining eyecontact. It’s the most obscene thing I’ve ever seen, and it nearly makes me come on the spot.
“Sweet,” he says, voice like gravel. “With a bite. Just like I imagined.”
He guides his massive, throbbing cock to my entrance. If I wasn’t so wet for him right now, I would worry that it wouldn’t fit. For a moment, we pause there, on the precipice of something irreversible. Hamilton’s eyes lock with mine, suddenly serious.
“Say it,” he demands. “Say you want me.”
“I want you,” I admit, the words both surrender and victory. “Now fuck me before I change my mind.”
He slams into me with a force that knocks the breath from my lungs, filling me completely in one brutal thrust. The stretch burns in the best possible way; my body struggling to accommodate his size. I dig my nails into his shoulders, holding on as he establishes a punishing rhythm.
“Is this what you wanted?” He punctuates each word with a thrust. “To be filled by a Porkwell cock? Was Percy not enough for you?”
“Shut up about your brother,” I snarl, nipping at his ear harder than necessary. “This isn’t about him.”
Hamilton laughs, the sound dark and knowing. “No, it’s about you and me. Always has been.”
He shifts, angling his hips to hit spots inside me that make coherent thought impossible. I’m reduced to primal sounds—gasps and moans and half-formed curses. The metal railing digs into my back. The concrete wall scrapes against my shoulders. Everything hurts and everything is perfect.
“You feel so fucking good,” Hamilton groans against my neck. “So tight. So wet. Your pussy is gripping me like it wants to keep me inside forever.”
His filthy words push me closer to the edge. I’m going to come embarrassingly fast if he keeps this up, but I’m too far gone to care.
“Harder,” I demand, digging my heels into his lower back. “Make me feel it tomorrow.”
He obliges, pounding into me with a force that would break a human woman. But I’m no human, and my wolf strength meets his pig stubbornness thrust for thrust. We’re animals in human skin, rutting against a stairwell wall; enemies turned lovers in the most primal way possible.
“Touch yourself,” he commands. “I want to feel you come around my cock.”
I slip a hand between us, finding my clit and circling it in time with his thrusts. The dual stimulation is overwhelming. I’m close, so close, teetering on the edge of oblivion.
“That’s it,” Hamilton encourages, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his own release. “Show me what a wolf looks like when she comes.”
