Come,he snarls.Come all over this monster cock.
I shatter, screaming his name, my body clenching around him in desperate pulses. I feel myself gush around him, my release covering his fur. He definitely got his wish; people in the city probably heard me.
He pulls out suddenly.What?
Not like this, he rumbles, sitting back on his haunches in the moss.
I want to see your face when I knot you, he growls.Come here, rhûla’ne. Ride your rhûen’ka.
I crawl toward him on shaking legs, and his paws grip my hips, lifting me like I weigh nothing. He positions me over his slick cock, the knot already beginning to swell at the base.
Look at me, he commands as he lowers me onto him.
I moan as he fills me again; the angle is much deeper. My hands fly to his chest for balance.
Here.
His massive paws cover my hands, sliding them down until my palms press against his mating mark, warm despite his frost magic.
Hold on to this. Hold on to me. I can feel his heart thundering beneath my palms.
That’s it, he growls as I start to move.Grip my mark and ride me, vira’sûn. Show me who I belong to.
I dig my fingers into the white patch, using it as leverage as I roll my hips. The friction is perfect.
Faster,he demands, but his paws on my hips slow me down. I try to move faster, but he holds me still.
Rhûven?
Beg for it,he purrs.Beg me to let you ride me harder.
Are you fucking kidding me?
My, my. What a nasty mouth you have
The better to bite you with, you smug little shit.
Is that a promise?His tail flicks against my clit. Because when you threaten me like that... it only makes me harder. He flexes inside of me as if to prove his point—a slow, deliberate pulse that makes my eyes roll back—and when I manage to focus on his face again, he winks at me.
Are you—I can barely form the words.Did you just wink at me?
Maybe.His eyes gleam with mirth.Why? Is it working?
I hate you.
No you don’t. His paws slide from restricting to guiding.Now ride your wolf, bunny. Show me how much you hate me.
I roll my hips, taking him deeper, my fingers pulling on his white fur.
That’s it,he snarls.Fuck yourself on my cock, vira’sûn. Take what you need.
I try to move faster, but my thighs shake, my legs burning from the effort. I’m so close, but I can’t quite?—
I’ve got you, he rumbles.
His tail winds around my waist, and suddenly he’s lifting me—helping me rise and fall on his cock with ease.
Oh God.The angle is so much better like this, hitting so deep.
