Page 36 of Wolf Trial

“We won’t knot you, alianazara, so you don’t need to worry about pups.”

“You won’t what me?”

“Knot.” It was my turn to blink, and Verne’s turn to realise I had no idea what that meant. He ran his hand across his mouth. “I forgot that humans don’t have knots and heats.”

“What the hell is a heat?” I demanded, a little shrill. In my defence, this seemed very important judging by the gravitas in his voice, and I had no idea what it meant for me and my new body. “Like a cat goes into a heat and starts humping the fucking carpet?”

Leander laughed; I slapped his chest.

“Sorry,” he said, making an attempt to hide his smile. “Serious faces. Got it.”

It was annoying how much I liked him, how his humour had found ways to get under my skin in two hours.

“But seriously,” he went on, baffled. “How do humans even have pups if they can’t knot? How does it not all spill out?”

“Leander,” Verne groaned. “A little tact, please.”

He sat beside us on the sofa and caught my hand, bringing my hand to his mouth for a feather-soft kiss to my knuckles. I did not approve of the little hitch in my breath, or the swarm of butterflies that took off in my stomach.

“Wolves, both as a wolf and as a man, have knots at the base of our cocks that inflate to—” He tried to muffle a laugh at the horrified look on my face, my eyes bulging.

“Inflate? Like a bouncy castle?” I debated climbing off Leander, but his fingers were stroking the outside of my thighs and it felt nice. And Verne still held my hand. “I don’t know how to tell you this, and I hope it doesn’t break your wolfie heart, but most girls don’t want a blow-up castle in their vagina.”

A charmingly ugly snort left Verne, and his eyes were aglow when he lifted them to me again. “Inflate was a wrong choice of word. Think of it like a plug, making sure none of our cum escapes. Being knot-deep all but guarantees pregnancy. And,” he added when I began to spiral,2 “it will give you pleasure unlike anything you’ve ever known. But I don’t intend to knot you today, Sadie. None of us will.”

“You mean neither,” I corrected, a little faint, a lot horny. I wasn’t proud of it, but the idea of being so stuffed full of cock that not even a drop of cum escaped… yeah. I’d happily ride that knot into oblivion. The pregnancy aspect, not so much.3

“Right, neither,” Verne corrected, his inflection not changing one bit. “You don’t need to worry about protection or pregnancy.”

“So… you can’t get a woman pregnant without this knot plug thing?”

“Exactly,” Verne confirmed, so calm and assured that I allowed my panic to settle, taking a discreet breath of his scent.

“If you’re lying, I’ll cut your balls off and stuff them down your throat, just so we’re clear.” I didn’t have the stomach for that, but he didn’t have to know that.

“No you won’t,” Leander teased, his hands wandering up my thighs and around to grasp my ass, squeezing possessively. “You like us too much to de-ball us.”

I made my gaze flatten. Crushed the smile from my lips. “That’s a lot of confidence for someone I’ve booked in for neutering. Does tomorrow at ten suit you?”

Leander’s grin was big, his laughter loud and warm. “If you want my balls, Starlight, you can have them. I’ll wrap them in a pretty bow in your favourite colour.”

“Pink,” I said quickly, then mentally slapped myself. Still, I added, “Not baby pink. Hot pink, like fuchsia.”

“Mental note taken,” Leander assured me, grinding me against his cock, which brought me right back to thoughts of knots and how… odd Verne’s cock was.

“Human cocks aren’t shaped like that, you know?” Wider at the bottom before it tapered in, flared out around the middle, tapered again, and ended at a bulbous tip. It hadn’t been so obvious when I got an eyeful of Lainsz’s dick,4 but maybe it was an alpha thing, because Verne’s shape was especially pronounced. And huge. Intimidating, both thick and long. “I don’t know if I’m designed to fit something that shape or that… big at the bottom.”

“What did I tell you, Sadie?” Verne said in a whisper that smouldered. He stroked from my jaw down my throat, sending a rush of cool shivers through me. I was unprepared for him to pinch my nipple. My entire body jerked at the sudden shot of pleasure-pain. “You can take it.”

He pulled me towards him with my nipple, the sensation burning and sharp, and stole a filthy kiss, licking deep into my mouth. His groans muddied my mind until all I could think about was getting him inside me. When he kissed me, I didn’t care about his size or shape or that knot. I just wanted him.

“I can take it,” I murmured against his plush mouth, taking a taste of smoke and syrup for myself and delighted when he allowed it, when he let me take control of the kiss. Knowing he was an alpha, the strongest of all three wolves, utterly in command… and yet secure enough to loosen the reins on that command, to sit back and let me kiss him like the feral beast I’d become… it was catnip.5

“Leander first,” Verne said, trapping my already swollen bottom lip in his teeth. “I want your mouth on me the whole time.”

A whine slipped free, melting into a moan when he rolled my sore nipple, soothing the discomfort before moving onto the other, until my breasts were swollen, aching.

“I’m honoured to be the first inside this beautiful pussy,” Leander said, almost reverent.