How can I refuse? It’s not every day the woman of your dreams demands to see your knot, that twisted, ugly, animal part of you, a part that the females of your kind rarely lay eyes on, only feel as you rut in them.
Could a human woman take my knot? I’ve heard of such cases. It’s possible, it seems, but not always pleasant.
“Valen?”
Right.My pretty little human wants to see my knot. She writhed all over it, but now she wants to see. It shouldn’t come as a huge surprise. She’s curious, inquisitive, sensitive and audacious.
Fuck, I’m so far gone for her, I’m willing to let her see.
Suppressing my nervousness, not an emotion I’m overly familiar with, finding my cockiness, I smirk as I push my pants down. “If you pass out, I promise to make you comfortable in the grass until you come back around.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t pass out,” she says, placing her hands on her hips.
“Are you sure?”
“It can’t be that bad.”
“Bad?” I wink. “Girl, it’s a fabulous knot. Bigger than most. I’m a prize among werewolves, really.”
Her mouth doesn’t even twitch.
Damn, I need to stop blabbing. I’m so fucking nervous. I never had reason to doubt myself before. I’ve been around humans often enough, but only slept among my kind. I never feared her judgment as much as I do now.
I’m about to lay the effects of my twisted nature bare.
It’s fine, I remind myself. She doesn’t have to like what she sees. Doesn’t have to like you. After all, this is about her, and… and it won’t last. This daydream. This pipedream.
Better if she freaks out.
Then hope will die, as it deserves to.
Still, I keep my cocky expression on, holding my smirk like a shield. This girl has broken all my defenses, all my beliefs, just by existing, by being here. She showed me that, deep inside, I’m unsure. I carry the burden of my people, their invasion of this world and suppression of humans and seafolk, the distortion of magic that turned some of us into monsters, the aversion of everyone else toward us. The insouciant front we’ve always put on, lifting our little finger and telling them to go fuck themselves, is just that. A front.
And today, the humans’ opinion matters.Heropinion matters.
It matters to me.
So I unlace and push down my pants, growling deep in my throat, my canines lengthening. This is goddamn torture, and it feels more awkward than anything I’ve ever done.
Fuck it.I stand there with my pants around my knees, and strike a pose, like a nobleman at a ball, placing a hand on my hip, shifting my weight, tilting my head back.
Her blue eyes widen, and fuck, my ears tingle as they shift to wolf ears. My tail bursts out of me. My teeth lengthen, my jaw shifts slightly. I’m on the verge of another transformation, bristling with self-defense.
Here I am. Exposed. Bared. Part animal, part man. More vulnerable than I’ve ever been in my life. One word from her, one look would lance through me like a blade. I brace for it.
But she says nothing, only steps closer.
Bless me. Bless her, too. Instead of jerking away, instead of making an averting gesture and sending me to the hells, she just… looks.
There is this open interest in her eyes that I fucking love, this openness to anything new. I can see her growing up differently, in an alternate life, without the trauma, without the reclusiveness. How would she be now?
The same, I decide. Less afraid to tread outside her home, that’s for sure, but her spirit is unbroken, and the darkness it’s steeped in… it makes it shine even brighter, like a flame in the night.
Then she says, “Can I touch it?”
The bubble of happiness expanding in my chest might as well choke me. I swallow down a moan and gesture grandly at my crotch. “Feel free.”
Her fingertips feathering over my cock and knot have me trembling like a fucking virgin. “It’s so warm…”
