I grunt when his thick thumb breaches me.
“Too much, cher?”
I shake my head violently. “More. I need so much more.”
He grins, pistoning his thumb in and out of me, curving the tip to hit the smooth pad of nerves and Valhalla. Before I can even hope to adjust, he plunges in his second thumb, stretching and circling, driving me out of my mind.
Within seconds my body fires off, straining each muscle, an orgasm so intense that my legs start shaking. The cool cum hitting my belly sets off a flare of shivers.
“Fuck, you look like a fallen angel,” he says, lowering my legs and straddling my hips. He scoops up the cum from my abs and takes himself in hand, stroking his impressive cock over me. “I liked it when I drenched you in my cum before breakfast. Let’s do that again.”
I nod furiously as his hand flies over his cock, his messy grunts ricocheting in this tall-ceilinged room. His beautiful muscles tense, his big hand gripping his shaft so tight, and warm cum splashes down on me. He falls to his hands and knees above me, caging me before gently lowering his weight onto mine, rubbing our cum-streaked bellies together.
“Do I get your knot now?” I ask, dreamy as his weight grounds me.
“Mmmm, first shower,” he says, picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder. I laugh and smack his ass in protest.
He stands me upright and gets the shower going, his kisses like liquid cocaine. We barely part to get into the shower, then barely rinse off before we start kissing again. His claws press into my back, marring my perfect skin.
I suck his nipple into my mouth, grazing it with my fangs. He throws his head back on a growl, gripping the back of my head and pushing it onto his nipple. I suck hard, licking the trapped tip.
“More. Sharp.”
“You like the pain, baby?”
He grunts, nodding his head. I hold up my hand and partially extend the deadly nails on my right hand. He lets go of my head, and I scratch down past both nipples at once, lines of red beading up with blood and healing just as quickly on his darkly furred chest. His cock jumps and dribbles precum. I gently pierce his swollen nipple, and precum drips in a stream from the tip.
“Fuck,” he yells out. With a shuddering grunt, he picks me up and walks me out of the shower. Throwing me to the bed, he attacks my mouth again and then my neck until I’m about ready to explode.
“I need your knot, Lazare. Please. Give it to me.”
He flips me, violent and tender, tugging on my hips. Reaching over to the nightstand, he grabs a small glass vial and hands it to me. “You might need this.”
Not one to argue with a big-dicked wolf, I open the top and sniff, immediately high and relaxed as he drips more lube on my asshole. I tilt up for him, and his blunt cockhead meets me where I am.
“Another one, baby,” he says, his voice as gentle as it is sex-rough.
I take another sniff just as he plunges to the hilt with a high yip and a basement rumbling growl. The high and the good pain hit me all at once, sending me flying.
“Fuck, baby. You’re taking me so well,” he snarls, thrusting hard, angling up, his big, fat head owning that hot spot inside of me. “You want this dirty wolf cock, don’t you?”
I can only nod and push back against him, a whine working its way out of my throat. His large hand fucks my dick as he pounds up into me, grunting like an animal with each thrust, the high of the popper giving everything a floaty feel.
His breath goes ragged, and his hips stutter as his grip tightens on me. “Fuck, baby, take another hit. This is going to be a massive knot.”
I do as he says, the high rolling like a wave down my body, opening me up for him. He starts to come, shaking and shooting as though we haven’t been gluttonously fucking each other this whole time.
“Bite me, Lazare. Claim me. Make me yours,” I say, pushing back, wanting to know him.
Howling, he shoves into me with one mighty thrust and the base of his cock grows impossibly huge inside of me, creating a sense of fullness and pressure that makes my eyes roll back in my head.
The pain and pleasure mount as he flicks at my nipples and grows even bigger. More hot seed fills my cool insides as his movements become more labored, the knot slowing him considerably. I start to tense and boil over from the intensity of it, squeezing his knot as my muscles contract.
“Fuck.Fuck. Keep doing that,” he says, shortening his thrusts, filling me again with hot cum right as his teeth slam into the junction of my neck and shoulder, breaking the skin with his claiming bite.
The pain is orgasmic. Pinned as I am between his cock and his bite, the barest movement from either of us sends a trill of gratification up and down my spine. A connection begins to form between us, a ribbon of light intertwining our souls. New, but strong.
Another strong pulse of cum and satisfaction hits us as we lie on our sides, his body enveloping mine. We’re meant to wait for his knot to go down, but neither of us can help the small, intrinsic muscle movements, the uncomfortable and pleasurable squirming that spins us up again. He stiffens, growling with the barest pulses of his knot, the both of us well and truly stuck together, my belly rounding slightly with his cum.
