Page 113 of Werewolves and Witches AU

I can hardly wait for the day that I’ve kept him so well sated I can push my way in with ease. “Soon,” I tell myself.

I break our kiss, place another to Milo’s forehead, and take one thumb out to generously scoop three fingers in the silicone cream. When he lays himself back down among the pillows, exhaling naturally, I slowly work all three fingers inside him.

His lean torso tenses, displaying tight and strained hip flexors, but he takes himself in hand to ease the sting, and I resume that firm massage of his taint to help loosen his pelvic floor.

Milo’s moan is lust-drunk, but there’s also an edge to it I can’t place.

I go to remove my hand—there’s another technique I can try—but his fingers grip my wrist decisively. With three fingers pushed so far inside him that I have to tuck my little finger into my palm, I pause.

My mate fists the sheets with his free hand, and curls his lower back up.

Oh, he likes that, but the angle’s wrong. “Hang on, let me help ye. Keep yer hips up a minute.”

Helping support his weight, I switch from kneeling to sitting cross-legged, and then extend my right leg under his hips in place of a pillow. He shuffles forward a little, raising his hips even higher and really maximising my downward pressure on his hole. When he settles and exhales, I spread my fingers a little and marvel at the gape that opens up.

Perfect. Mate. Mine.

Like this, he seems more at ease, and I’m able to build a steady rhythm with my arm. In and out, twisting left and then right, alternating spreading with scissoring, until he’s reduced to a boneless puddle of need. But with his stretched hole now only a couple of inches from my own eager dick, I empathise with his predicament.

Milo cants his hips again, trying to swap what plugs him from my fingers to my cock.

My chuckle is low and dark. “Impatient, Pup?”

He nods emphatically. “I know I said… I want you to—ungh…” When I rotate my wrist and stare into the gape, he gasps. “Knot me. But if you don’t fuck me soon, I might die before we get there.”

Smiling at my mate’s dramatics, I shuffle closer still and offer him the tub of lube once more. I direct him to, “Slick me up. I need ye to feel it for yerself and judge if yer ready, because I could spend all day training ye to take my fist. You have the most enticing arse, Milo.”

Doing as he’s told, he wraps a handful of white cream around my hard-as-steel length, then his eyes shoot wide open. “Fuck, you’re as big as my wrist!”

“That’s nothing. Wait until ye feel my knot.” Smirking, I add my little finger to the fold, and crook all four digits just inside his rim.

“Oh. My. Goddess,” Milo pants, eyes crossing. “I can take you, Rowan. Please, I want to feel you.”

Nodding, and trusting my mate to tell me the truth, I withdraw my hand and help guide Milo closer so he’s in my lap. “I want ye to control this, go as slow as ye need.”

He braces himself on his hand, knees bent and feet by my hips, and I grip myself at the base so he can do what he needs to. That pressure on my sensitised bulb is exquisite, but it’s nothing compared to when the crown of my dick breaches that first ring of muscle.

I hold my breath expecting that my human mate will want to pause and adjust, but he doesn’t. He slides himself further—all the way—slowly sinking me inside until there’s no possible length left to swallow.

Sweat beads on my brow, and on an exhale, I rest back on my elbows. From this angle, I have a front row seat to our mating. “Fuckin’ hell, Milo. Yer stunning.”

He gives a quick test bounce, and I drop my head back.

“Take what ye want,” I tell him.

And he does.

“You feel so good,” Milo whispers, head thrown back, rock-hard dick bouncing between us, and a fine sheen of sweat that makes his skin glisten in the afternoon sun. “I’m so full, Ro. I love it.”

My wolf pushes forward, drawn by our mate’s unabashed pleasure. My slicked-up hands support Milo’s pelvis, helping take some of the weight as he glides over the ridges of my cock. The sight is mesmerising.

It’s always something mated werewolves will go on about in the barracks, or away on training missions, how nothing compares to sex with your mate—but there are no words of wisdom, no heartfelt reconnoitre, that could have prepared me for this. For Milo.

It’s not just the strangling hold his hole has on me, nor the slicked glide of his rim along my length, it’s… something other. With each rock of his hips, Milo promises a future that I thought I wouldn’t get until I left active duty, and maybe not even then. Each of my mate’s heartbeats echoes through my body, as if imprinting their rhythm alongside my own, and tying us together for eternity. Each bitten-off curse, as I tag that spot inside him over and over, calls to my wolf.

Mate. Mine. Forever.

Tingles build at the base of my spine, and I know it won’t be long now. My cuspids, already proud in my mouth, elongate as my ardour rises. Purposefully, I position my fingers at the base of my cock, so that next time Milo sinks down one will slip inside to widen him further.