"He says I need to bite you now."
My cock was still swollen. It would stretch Gunnar's hole to the limit if I tried to pull out. "I don't think that's a good idea."
"How long will this thing last?" he asked.
"What does the wolf say?"
"He has no concept of time. He keeps saying the same thing. Claim."
"We don't know what this means," I reminded him. "What if it's something important?" I'd done my research after the first time I'd shifted. Wolves matedfor life. Did this mean Gunnar was mine forever? I wanted that, but what if he didn't?
He wiggled his hips and moaned. "Still feels so good," he said.
"If you keep doing that, I'm going to come again." My voice sounded more like a growl.
Gunnar seemed to take my words as a challenge. He rolled his hips, jamming me even deeper into his tight heat. Obscene squelching sounds filled the air, and his scent of sunflowers, sage, and musk transported me to another time and place, one where we were safe to fuck and frolic in the forest around Chernobyl.
I wrapped my fingers around his cock, giving him a hole to fuck. I needed to feel his channel squeeze around me again to push me over the edge.
He groaned. "It's not enough. Bite me again."
My wolf hadn't returned to my mind, and I was grateful. I bit down on the mark with human teeth, and Gunnar bucked against me. His cock jerked in my hand, and a dribble of cum ran over my fingers.
His channel squeezed around me, choking the orgasm from my swollen cock. I filled him with shot after shot of my cum. Even then, the bulge didn't subside.
Gunnar tried to curl away from me, but I pulled him to my chest and rested his head on my arm. "Shh. It'll go down soon." I hoped.
"So tired." The words seemed too big for his mouth. "Need to bite you." He held me down and twisted in my arms. He met my gaze with desperation, and I nodded my consent. His face elongated around his mouth,giving him just enough reach to bite down on my shoulder.
Immediately, his mouth shrank back to human, and he slumped against me. A moment later, I heard the first of his delicate snores.
I palmed my bloody neck, but my mark was like his, already healed over, though sensitive to touch.
"Marked. Claimed. Mates."My wolf had returned, calmer now.
Gunnar hummed as he dreamed. I sensed his wolf in my mind, though he was asleep, too. My wolf took pride in Gunnar's contented rest."We did that."
My cock shrank enough to slip out, pulling the slimy destroyed condom with it. I missed Gunnar's warmth, but finally, it was over.
My wolf yipped with what sounded like laughter. From the visions of cinnamon rolls, water bottles, and room service menus he sent me, we had just begun.
We fuckednonstop for three days. By the end of the third day, I was surprised I could still touch my cock without screaming. I should have been chafed beyond recognition, but Gunnar's body was made for me. His natural lubricant kept us both happy, even when it felt like we were going through the motions in a delirious sex dream.
Instead of texting me mealtimes and menus, Bettina left meal carts in the hallway for us. She didn't even knock on the door, probably too embarrassed by the sounds from the other side.
When it happened, I hadn't thought about it much, but now, her actions were completely uncharacteristic. She'd chided me once for calling for room service one morning when I was hungover. Bringing food to two guys who couldn't keep their hands off each other long enough to take a shower for three days … she deserved a medal, or sainthood.
Gunnar had lain with his back to me, but he whined in his sleep and flipped over onto his other side, his hand seeking along the sheets until he found my hip. He tugged my thighs apart and curled against me, resting his head on my shoulder. His cool breath pebbled my skin.
I brushed his hair back from his forehead and noticed it was dry. He felt cooler, too. No more of the unnatural heat that had been riding him.
I kissed his forehead, and he grinned.
"Morning, sunshine," I said.
"Stop talking to yourself," he grumbled. "I am the darkness."
His breath was rank, but so was my armpit, where he buried his nose when I kissed his forehead again.
