"That's it," I encourage as she starts to tighten around me. "Let go for me, beautiful. Let me feel you."
She bites her lip to keep quiet, her eyes locked with mine in the mirror as she comes apart. The sensation of her clenching around me, combined with the ecstasy flooding through our bond, pushes me right to the edge. But I hold out, wanting to drag it out as long as possible.
The fact that we're definitely not supposed to be doing this makes it even hotter.
"Better pull out a little before I knot you," I warn, feeling the swelling begin at the base of my cock.
She whimpers, and I can't tell if it's agreement or because she wants that. Either way, there's no way she's ready for that. Not when I'm packing a fucking softball at the base of my cock.
Okay, so maybe it's not quitethatbig. But it's definitely bigger than a baseball. I think. I got kicked off the team when I took out the coach's windshield because I got a little too enthusiastic.
I have zero self-restraint.
Except when it comes toher,apparently.
It takes enough just to pull out of her the inch it takes to be sure my knot won't slip in on the next thrust. I bury my face in her neck to muffle my groan, teeth finding the marks we've already left there and biting down again, not enough to break the skin but reinforcing my claim.
The bond between us is hot and bright as she comes, and another few thrusts have me following her. I spill myself inside her tight heat, and it takes everything in me not to snarl like afucking demon. I honestly don't give a shit if the employee hears, but it would scare Regina and she's still gun-shy around wolves.
Fang-shy?
"Holy… shit," I pant against her skin.
"That was fucking intense," she finishes for me, her voice shaky.
We stay connected for a few minutes, catching our breath, when a voice from outside the dressing room nearly gives me a heart attack.
"Everything okay in there?" the attendant calls warily. "Do you need any other sizes?"
Regina's eyes widen in panic, and she reaches back to slap a hand over my mouth before I can respond. I'm trying hard not to laugh, my shoulders shaking with the effort.
"No, I'm fine, thank you," Regina calls back, her voice impressively steady considering she's currently impaled on my cock.
"Are you sure?" the attendant persists. "If anything's too small, I can grab you another size."
This time I'm the one who has to muffle Regina's snort of laughter with my hand. She clears her throat, composing herself and pushing her face past my fingers. "No, really, it's a perfect fit."
I nearly lose it at that, silently wheezing against her palm.
"Alright, just let me know if you need anything," the attendant says, clearly suspicious. At least her footsteps retreat.
As soon as she's gone, we both dissolve into wheezing laughter, my forehead resting against Regina's shoulder as we try not to make enough noise to attract attention again.
"I cannot believe you," Regina whispers fiercely, but there's no real anger in it. "And I cannot believeIletyoufuck me in a dressing room."
"I really am a terrible influence," I agree, pressing a kiss to her neck. "But you have to admit, it was worth it. And also totally on brand."
She sighs, but I can feel her contentment through our bond. "I guess it was."
I finally pull out, thinking about how good it's going to feel to finally knot her. Fuck, it feels good enough just being inside her, and the fact that we're going to have to work for that makes it even hotter.
"You know," Regina says thoughtfully, "I'm definitely buying this dress now. Itispretty durable."
I laugh. "Told you clothes should be fun."
We spend a few minutes cleaning up and making ourselves presentable again. Regina's cheeks are flushed, her hair slightly mussed despite her best efforts to smooth it, and she looks thoroughly claimed in a way that makes my wolf strut around inside my chest like a fucking peacock.
"So," I say as she adjusts the dress one last time. "Are we buying everything I picked out, or do you want to try on more stuff?"
