A ripple up her spine, sweat dotting her brow. Her hands had balled into fists while she slept, tightly gripping her sheets, and her knees clenched around the pillow she didn’t remember placing there. Her insides felt braided together, pulling tightly with every breath she took until her entire body was pulled taut like a bowstring. Her hips rocked against the pillow between her legs and Jude whimpered, the slight friction sending a lightning bolt up her spine.
She had been off the suppressants for three months at that point, more than enough time for the drugs to leave her system, all lasting effects gone. This was the first heat she was truly experiencing in full force, and her body was begging to be knotted and bred, even if her rational mind knew that was the very last thing in the world she needed.
It would only get worse. The moon was rapidly approaching, and each day that brought it nearer would make the blood in her veins run a little hotter, made the restlessness in her bones rattlea little stronger, made the silky folds of her cunt a bit slicker, all culminating in one, singular need.
She needed to be filled. Needed to be fucked.Desperatelyneeded to be stretched and plugged with a fat knot, keeping her stuffed full as her core clenched and spasmed. The slight rocking against the pillow between her legs was not enough, and she pulled it tighter, gripping it with her thighs, and then she was off. She imagined it wasn’t a pillow between her legs, but a partner; a partner whose cool, sophisticated back she would grip, her hips bumping into his own as he gave her the relief she’d so desperately sought, his icy white voice licking at her neck, chilly darkness easing her fire. She imagined the fingers that rubbed against her clit were long and black, instead of her own, bringing her to her first marginally satisfying peak. Her core clenched and she moaned in pleasure, overtaken with the agony of need that still rippled under her skin.
It took her three more times before she was able to get out of bed. Three more shallow orgasms that did nothing to quiet the fire beneath her skin, knowing that would only be quenched when she was stretched and filled and fucked deeply. Jude wasn’t sure how she was meant to get through a normal day, how she was meant to follow her normal little routine when everything that touched her — the glide of her brushed her hair, the drag of the cotton tank top she pulled on, the leggings that cupped her cunt like a snug hand — all left her a bit more desperate.
She found herself on the small stage a short while later, thinking she might be able to work out some of her pent up frustration with physical activity, even if it wasn’t the activity she was hoping for. She gripped the pole, swinging herself into position, rotating slowly before pulling herself higher. At one point she had the pole between her legs, nestled against the lipsof her sex, pressing against her the way a thick rod of a cock would do, and she bit back another small moan.
It was then that she became aware of his presence. Jude could tell he was watching her, could feel the heavy weight of his shining, star-like eyes, the awareness of him crowding her, making her wolf nip and jump.
“You’re not trying to land on your head again, are you?”
She dismounted with a slow rotation, her breath catching as he stepped from the shadows.
“Actually, I thought I would practice my lap dancing today. You finally get your wish, shadowman. Why don’t you take a seat down front.”
It was a mistake.
She knew that the second her hands left the pole, her lungs seeming to jump in her chest when he dropped a chair at the end of the short runway, his black form folding itself gracefully into the seats with a low laugh. It was all a terrible mistake, and she knew that. She was impossibly horny during the full moon undernormalcircumstances, and now she was in agony. The first full heat she’d ever experienced. If she straddled his lap and felt the evidence of a hard cock, she would beg to be fucked, beg for all she was worth.
It wouldn’t even matter who she was begging at this point.
Vin’s terrifying uncle could walk through the door right now, threatening her with his cold menace and she would still get down on her hands and knees, unzipping the front of his jeans without hesitation, begging for his cock, begging for his knot.
The fact that shelikedLux made it different. She liked spending time with him, enjoyed his cool company. She desired him, if she was being honest with herself, for a change, and all of that was enough of a mistake on its own. She was too far gone forthis, too far gone for rational thought and out of control andit was all a terrible mistake, but it was as if she were at the top of a steep hill, and someone had removed her emergency brake.
The playlist she’d queued up on her phone was a low club beat, a heavy bassline that seemed to thump through her chest and echo in her clit, and she gripped the pole again swinging herself into position. He didn’t need to worry about her attempting any fancy tricks that day. She only wanted to toss her hair around, opening up her muscles, before she spun to the ground and dismounted, dropping to her knees.
She wished she could read his expression as she crawled towards him, her wolf growling in her chest. If this was what it was meant to be, being on all fours every month as a wolf, she understood for the first time what it was that she’d been missing.
When she reached the end of the runway, Jude stretched out her arms, reaching down to drag her nails against his knees. He was inscrutable and opaque, and she wondered if he was taking advantage of the way the front of her tank gaped open as she crawled.
He had a solid form. Even though he dissipated into the shadows like a mist, she was still able to feel the solid strength of his arms around her from that very first day of the storm, protecting her from falling like a phantom whisper. Since that day, he’d not touched her of his own volition, keeping a respectful distance between them as he assisted her in the kitchen, keeping her company through the otherwise solitary afternoons. Even still, she’d made an effort to bump into him here and there, testing his density, pleased to discover he was not actually made of mist.
Now she stood over him, obliging him to uncross his endlessly long black legs, giving her room to swing her own leg over his. She wasn’t sure what she was expecting to happen. She knew what she was hoping for, and she wondered if he was able tosmell her arousal, if he would be able to tell how wet she was, but he said nothing as she began her dance.
She dragged her nails down his chest as she swayed in time to the thumping club beat, continuing on to scratch her way down his lean thighs. The leggings and tank top she wore were hardly scandalous, but the snug spandex cotton seemed to put her cunt on display, cupping her labia like a second skin. Gripping his horns, she swung her head back in the slow roll, leaning until her long hair grazed his lap. It was a lap dance, she reminded herself, gripping the edge of her tank top and raising it slowly up her body. She needed to get in his lap and give him a show.
She felt the cool exhalation of his breath against her bare breasts as she dropped the tank beside his chair holding onto his horns again, gyrating slowly as she lowered herself to him. The friction of his body against her cotton-encased cunt made her hiss, a noise he returned as she began to twist her hips, undulating against him.
She began to rock, riding him like a hobby horse, small bursts of light beginning to shiver and flare at the edges of her vision. Her nipples tightened to peaks in the open air of the room, and she leaned forward to drag her nails against his chest again, letting her breasts graze against him. She was unable to hold in a small moan from escaping as they did, cool and smooth against her heat, another small cry breaking free when she began to rock against him steadily. The pretense of the lap dance was over, and all she could focus on was the tentative promise of relief, the friction against her clit, rocking her cunt against him.
“Do you wanna fuck me, shadow man? You can have my pussy right now if you want it, stuff me full.”
Her breath had begun to hitch, her eyes winched tight as her hips moved like a piston. She was going to come, right there on his lap, and the tiny bit of relief was going to be sweet.
“Perhaps,” he cut in in that icy white voice, gripping her wrists with long, black fingers, “this isalsoa conversation best had after your moon. Let cooler heads prevail, little one.”
Jude barely registered his words, not until his hands landed at her hips, stilling her movements, bringing reality crashing down on her head. Her breath came out in great heaving gasps, as if she’d run a particularly harrowing mile, her mouth gaping open as her sluggish mind attempted to make sense of his words. Lining them up with his actions. There was no hardness beneath her, she realized. She didn’t rock against any sign of his arousal, nothing at all that would make her think her actions were wanted, let alone her desires reciprocated.
“Little princess,” he began again into that same measured voice, “I think — “
She pushed off of him like a springboard, stepping backwards hastily the moment she found her footing. She didn’t want to hear what he thought, didn’t want to hear what he might say next. She was humiliated enough, and worst of all, he’d not even let her finish.If he was going to be a buzzkill, he could’ve at least let you come first.
Lunging forward like a bird of prey, she swiped her discarded tank top from the floor, spinning on her toes like the graceful dancer she’d once been before he even had a chance to rise from the chair. She would be humiliated later. Upset with herself, distraught at potentially ruining the delicate fabric of the strained relationship they shared in this place of forced captivity, but all she could focus on just then, as she bolted her apartment door behind her, was the aching fire within her, for which he’d not provided relief.
