When he pushed her back on the bed, Jude felt completely enveloped. He was simultaneously weightless and dense, pressing her into the mattress and spreading her legs wide. The pebbled tips of her nipples dragged against his chest, the way they had that day that she’d straddled his lap, only this time, she arched pleasure, a guttural moan pulling from her throat. She was worried he might dally, might act the gentleman, as he did in their daily interactions, but she needn’t have worried. He knew what she needed, and was there to deliver.
The bulbous head of his cock caught at the lips of her sex, breaching her slowly, opening her wide. He was thicker than Vin, a breathtaking squeeze that made her eyes water, one of her own doing, and she knew she could ask him to decrease a bit ofthe girth if necessary. He might need to, if he were willing to fuck her again, for she knew it would take more than one breeding to sate the raging fire within her. For now though, the stretch of him wasdelicious. He did not stop until the knot at the base of his cock nudged her opening, and she let out the deep breath she’d been holding. “Hard and deep,” she begged. “I can take it. I need it.”
As he told her, she didn’t need to beg. The pace he set was driving, with deep, solid thrusts, the swollen girth of him dragging against every spot within her, lighting her up as bright as the full moon. She scraped her hands down the black shape of him, uncertain if she was hurting him, unsure if he could even feel it. Wrapping her legs around him tightly, Jude held on for dear life as he pulled her legs over his arms, the better to pump into her deeply.
Something wrapped around her ankle, and she jolted when she realized it was a tentacle. Another gripped her other foot, stretching her legs wide open, as a third a slithering appendage snaked over her stomach, crawling around one of her breasts and tugging her nipple until she cried out. She’d never experienced anything like it — had never been with a partner of a different species at all, and realized how sheltered she’d actually been.
When another writhing tentacle slid through her slickened folds to rest atop her clit, she thought she might snap herself in half from arching her back so wildly. The tentacle had a sucking little probe on its underside, stroking over the throbbing bud of nerves several times before it fastened, nursing on her clit until the first orgasm ripped through her with enough force to make her scream, howling to the full moon that had brought upon this damnable heat. Jude had barely recovered from the first peak when she felt a tremor start behind her knees, making her thighsseize up. The driving pressure of his thick cock was enough to send her over another edge almost immediately.
“Please,” she begged mindlessly, nearly sobbing, “please, please . . .give me your knot, Lux. Fill me up.” The first press of bulbous protrusion against her made her head drop back. It was too big, so much bigger than Vin’s and that was her fault too. She would have to make him shrink it down, lest he rip her open, but as she opened her mouth to make a request, the tentacle over her clit began to suck once more, and she was lost. The world went white when his knot forced its way into her, her body going rigid as if she’d been struck by lightning, the orgasm so deep, it cramped her insides. White lightning she thought, as white and bright as the moon, the light he filled her with, all before the whole world went black, and she was covered in shadow once more.
Part 3
Chapter 7
“You’re going to need to start thinking about an exit plan.”
His voice was a curl around her ear, like a whorl of smoke. Her eyes fluttered, barely able to stay open. Jude was tucked against the solid form of his chest, and there was something large and cool tucked around her, a wing, she suspected. She stretched like a large, contented cat, held down by the pressure of his wing and some curling tendril that had wrapped around her ankle, like a misshapen weighted blanket.
If she’d been worried he planned on leaving after that first time, it would’ve been a short lived fear. Jude considered one evening, tucked under his arm, that she’d never actually been taken care of quite so well in her entire life. He’d fed her, heating one of the meals made with him at her side; made sure she stayed hydrated. He’d attempted to comb out the tangles of her sweat-matted hair before giving up, putting her in another bath and working through the snarls with sharp claws, careful not to graze her scalp or skin.
When he’d laid her back in the center of the bed, the bedclothes smoothed and restored, his mouth had found hers, sharp fangs tugging at her lips before kissing down the column of her throat. His touch was cool, but his mouth was molten when it closed over her nipple, sucking and biting gently until she cried out, then giving the other the same treatment. His tongue had turned into a long, snakelike appendage when it delved between her thighs, stroking into her heat and licking her clit until she was certain Vin and his uncle would be able to hear her moaning all the way back at the enclave.
“Does this feel good, little wolf? Is this what you like? All those times asking me if I wanted to eat, but you never once offered me this pussy? I’m going to lick you like this every day, clean my plate. Then we’ll see if you still need to ask if I eat.”
He didn’t let up after she came against his mouth, redoubling his efforts until speech completely deserted her. It had occurred to her that Vin had never once put his mouth on her this way; had never cared about anything more than the immediate gratification of his own needs, and shehopedhe could hear her then. She was reduced to guttural cries and strangled sobs as Lux feasted on her cunt in a way that he’d never done with the food she prepared, rising to grip her hips before her contractions had even subsided, seating a thick cock within her in one fluid thrust.
Since then, she’d had him experiment with different sizes of the knot he created for her, until the perfect combination of stretch and pressure was achieved without pain.
There was no end to the way he could contort himself for her — a fat cock within her and another sliding over her clit, a tendriling tentacle no wider than her pinky pressing into her ass, still another tracing over her lips, his chest rumbling when she began sucking on it. The only boundary was her imagination,and she was surprised at how happy he seemed to fill the gaps where her own creativity was lacking.
“If I didn’t know any better,” she panted at one point, braced against the mattress as his knot swelled within her, tying them together, that sucking tentacle teasing her clit, “I’d think you’d already given this a lot of thought.” There was no need for them to be tied, not truly — the knot he created for her could dissipate into a puff of smoke, but she liked the sensation; liked the fullness and the slight tug every time she shifted beneath him, liked the feeling of closeness the burden provided — his chest against her back, his teeth at her shoulder. He’d chuckled in response, the chilly white sound she was so accustomed to at that point.
“Oh, I’ve given it thought, all right. Did you think I was supposed to sit and twiddle my thumbs, all those days watching you slink around on that stage?”
Now she stretched across the mattress tucked under his arm, her back pressed flush to the solidity he created for her. She slept soundly in his arms each night, his multiple arms, because he liked to wrap himself securely around her . . . but he also liked to play with her hair.
“They’re going to have people here, maybe within the week. You need to be ready to leave. They don’t have any incentive to keep you around, not anymore.”
Jude pursed her lips, knowing he was right. Vin had indeed replaced her, some girl from an out-of-state pack, one too young to know better, although Lux had learned she’d not yet been moved to the enclave.
“What do you mean, ‘they’re going to have people here?’”
He propped himself up on an elbow without dislodging the arms that had wrapped around her. Every once in a while, his form wavered. It usually happened in moments when he was deep in thought — moments like this. He buzzed across her skin,a burst of static, leaving her whizzing down that long-ago slide once more.
“They’ve got visitors coming in. Two other pack alphas, some other folks they’re trying to impress. The council from the enclave, some of the families they can’t risk leaving in the dark. They’re out of money. They’re looking for help wherever they can find it. They’re going to need to start selling off land soon otherwise.”
Her frown deepened. It was a familiar song, one she knew all too well. She tried to imagine what her old pack would have been like, had her father been in charge of the money. They would’ve lost every house, every bit of landholding, everything they had — he would’ve put it all on a football game or a horse race, and that would have been that.
“How have they been affording to keep you here? But wait, what does that have to do with me? They’re not gonna want me here, not if they have people around. I’ll be lucky if they don’t throw me in the dumpster before then. If they’re out of money, what are the people in the enclave going to do?”
Lux tutted, and she had no trouble imagining the derisive look he had likely fixed on the back of her head.
“The wolves in the enclave are not my concern, princess. Carmine hasn’t paid me in over a month. I’m officially a free-agent, so to be quite honest, I don’t give a shit what they do. And no one is going to hurt you while I’m around.”
She gaped at the disclosure, twisting back to look at him above her. “But thenwhy?! Why have you stayed? Why have you — “ She cut off, cheeks heated. The notion that he’d stayed because of her made something in her chest trip and flutter. “What–what are we going to do? We should go then, leave right now.”
“No . . . no, you’re going to be there that night. I’m going to make sure of that.” He hesitated for a moment, mulling his words before continuing. “There’s someone I want to contact,someone they’re talking about inviting. The fact that they’ve mentioned him at all shows how desperate they are. If I can get word that you’re here, and the situation . . . He might come for you. He’s a big deal, princess.”
