“It’ll take as long as you say,” he answered, voice rough with want while he stepped into the sweatpants, “but yeah, I’m looking forward to as many elk steaks as I can manage.”
His ready willingness to wait for food sent arousal coiling between her thighs. She took a deep breath so the other shifters around them wouldn’t pick up on it, and focused on the food. She was looking forward to the steaks as well.
“As am I, and I haven’tchangedin nearly two months.”
His brows drew together, concern softening the need. “Is it a problem, not changing?”
Emmy shrugged and motioned him to sit on a nearby bench so he could do his socks and boots. “I’m always the dragon, so it isn’t like I have to let the other being inside me have time. I’m the sameme, whether I’m winged or not, scales or skin. If it was a problem, I’d figure out how to get to Faerie, but I’m okay.”
He was dressed in mere seconds, and they made their way down together, the silo quiet around them, her pulse thrumming with anticipation, clit already swelling when she closed and locked the bathroom door, sealing them in privacy.
Spence pulled his sweatpants down and bent over the sink without prompting — his back arched beautifully to present his ass at the best angle, offering his vulnerability without hesitation. Her breath caught at the sight, heat flooded her core, and her pulse sped.
She lubed the large plug generously and pressed the blunt tip against his tight ring.
Wolves come back to human completely healed, and that means their assholes are virginal and unstretched, so it took alotof pressure to get it in, even with her strength.
But he braced himself and stood still, his muscles clenching in instinctive resistance while he tried to relax but couldn’t quite manage, and his gasps and grunts came involuntarily.
Emmy kept up a steady, insistent push, and her clit throbbed in rhythm with her efforts, arousal spiking sharp as she worked it deeper, inch by slow inch, his scent filling the room — submission and pain and arousal all bound together, and the power she wielded flooded her veins with a sadistic thrill.
She alternated slow with fast, hurting him on purpose with a twist or harder thrust that drew muffled groans from his throat, then soothing with warm palms stroking his back or rubbing in gentle circles. “Breathe for me, open up and let it in. Let me cram my willpower up your ass.” And when he relaxed and let it in a few more millimeters, “Oh yes, that’s it. Good boy.”
Twelve minutes later, she was nearly to the fattest part — her boy’s body yielding bit by bit, gasps turning to low moans and an occasional yelp, her own pulse pounding between her legs with every clench and shudder he gave her. Such power over her wolf, this strong man thriving on submission, offering his most private surrender without hesitation. It made her heart ache with love.
When it finally seated, filling him completely, she rubbed his back while he gasped and fought for air, desperately trying to get used to it, and then she ordered him to stand and look down at his granite-hard cock. She could see it pulsing desperately, and she couldn’t help herself, so she wrapped her hand around it and jacked him slow and firm, half a dozen strokes that drew desperate whimpers, pre-cum slicking her palm. Her clit pulsed in jealous need, but she stepped back, voice steady despite the ache.
“Lose the erection. We need your scent back to normal.” She chuckled. “Mine too, for that matter.”
She focused on the steaks to alter her own scent, and she wasn’t sure what he focused on, but it took him three agonizing minutes, his breath ragged, body trembling with effort, until he softened most of the way, the musk of arousal fading to baseline hunger.
She gave him permission to pull his sweatpants up. He leaned to grasp them, and when he stood, the plug must’ve shifted inside him, drawing a soft gasp that made her smile.
The two made their way to the center of the silo and then slid down the pole to the cafeteria level.
The buffet line was chaos in the best way: wolves piling plates high with massive steaks, potatoes, vegetables, anything with calories. The kitchen staff had prepared for this, and the smell of seared meat filled the air.
Emmy grabbed two plates stacked high, and she and Spence settled at a table with Rhea, Felix, and a few others.
Spence had always fit right in with the flock, not part of it, but a caretaker, of sorts. She watched him laugh at something one of the others said, relaxed and happy. He caught her looking and smiled, and the warmth in his gaze made something in her chest squeeze tight.
Mine,she thought.Ours.
Soon, she’d let them into her head so they could hear that thought without herhaving to say it.
Soon.
Emmy stretched out on the sofa, feet propped on the ottoman, wiggling her toes with a lazy grin. “I’m really looking forward to a foot massage tonight during the movie, since Spence didn’t seem interested in seeing it again.”
Zander leaned against the doorframe in his fancy silk pajamas, his smile slow and more than a little wicked. “I was rather looking forward to a dedicated cock-warmer for the duration of the film, our boy lying beside me, holding me in his mouth.”
Heat sparked low in her belly at his tone of voice, because she felt certain he was thinking something unusual, and that probably meant something fun.
She arched a brow, and he asked, “Do we divide the movie in half, or … contest? Winner takes all?”
“What kind of contest do you have in mind?”
Zander’s eyes darkened with amusement and approval. “Clothespins on his inner thighs, and we whip them off in turns. First to get their side cleared, wins.”
