5. Autumn

CHAPTER 5

Autumn

I hadn't even asked his name, but I think that's where the last one went wrong. I can still feel my wetness between my legs from Vincent making me come. Maybe that's the reason I'm so desperate. It's like a dam has been unlocked.

Honestly, this whole night I've felt unforgivably horny. I tried to fight it earlier, but once it was just me and Vincent in the hall, I couldn't hold it back anymore—especially with how he was coming on to me.

And this guy? Calling me his fucking mate?

It unlocked something else deep inside of me—something that just wanted to be loved and accepted at all costs. I read plenty of werewolf smut. Even if it has nothing to do with how actual wolves are (and honestly—good, I don't want to fuck an actual wolf), I love the idea of werewolves and packs and mating and rutting and… knotting .

This guy is packing, but I doubt his human penis could knot. We could pretend. Hey, if we really hit it off, he could get one of those sex toys that simulates a knot.

So sue me for playing pretend for a little bit. Andy seemed like he wanted me to find someone to at least sleep with—weird as it may be for a brother to encourage. And now I've found two guys! Given, one of them ended up being kind of a creep, but with my pussy in the driver's seat, I was on track to make it happen with the wolf man instead.

I grind down on his cock, knowing I'm already soaked through my underwear and have to be ruining his jeans. With him holding me to his body like this, there's not much else I can do but rub myself on him. He's not doing much—but I guess at his core he's just a man.

Nope, gotta lean into the fantasy more. Stupid reality's trying to butt in for a thruway.

"Mmm, I want your big fat werewolf cock deep inside me," I say, shocked as the words leave my mouth. Okay, slut, where did that come from?

He shudders beneath me, his whole body vibrating. Unlike Vincent, this guy is so warm, like a furnace. All my muscles melt atop him. Like a bite of that chocolate ice cream shell stuff that melts in the mouth.

And then I hear him… he's… purring. The vibrations tickle across my ear as I press my head to his chest. His gloved hand sneaks up into my pumpkin head to thread through my hair, the nails on the end of it scratching light tingles across my scalp.

"My mate," he whispers. "When you allow it, I'll drive my cock between your legs and when you beg for it, I'll enter you, fill you— breed you ."

"Yes," I moan back. "God, fuck, yes."

I want to kiss him. I know I'm trying to be mysterious and everything, but I need our masks off. I lift my head from his chest to discover he's walked us outside. The chill rushes across my skin the moment I'm no longer pressed up close against him.

"Tell me you want this," he grunts, lowering me to a bench as he crouches over me.

He's so fucking huge. And I can't believe how well he's able to balance on his stilts. Maybe he's setting me down so he doesn't have to wear them anymore.

"Not all the way, unless you have a condom," I say, panic edging my voice.

I had one stranger go down on me earlier, and now I'm about to have another fuck me outside the ball. Being open to some new experiences is one thing, but what's wrong with me? I don't want to catch anything and this guy could be anyone. I still don't know his name.

He groans. "Condoms won't fit, sweet."

"Fingers and mouths only, then," I grumble. "But tell me more what you'll do with your cock."

I spread my legs and he presses his head between them, breathing in deep. Can he smell that I've already come once tonight? Am I disgusting?

He pulls off my panties in one swift motion. The cool night air dances across my legs, the tulle barely providing warmth to my upper legs where he tucks it up under the corset.

The rigid plastic of my pumpkin head digs into the back of my neck, so I pull off the mask and cover my face with it still because I'm embarrassed that I can be this horny. His tongue is unreal. It feels like he can cover my entire cunt with it—and then he plunges it inside, fucking me with it.

I don't want to spoil the fantasy. I want to imagine he's really a werewolf, really fucking me with his tongue and letting me live out the Dracula fantasy I've had since seeing the movie. Out here, my moans are so much more unrestrained than they were in the hallway—though I don't know if I could have held back were we more in public with how he was touching me.

He replaces his hand with one incredibly thick finger. He must still be wearing the gloves and they must be filled with something so they're not just hollow silicone, because hot damn do they feel real.

"There's two ways I would take you," he murmurs. "If I can control myself, it will be slow. I'd rub my cock with your arousal, make sure it was thoroughly drenched in it, teasing you, sliding it along your lips and clit until you begged to be filled…"

He uses his finger to demonstrate. I buck my hips up at him, desperate for exactly what he's offering. His low chuckle reminds me what he wants in return—

"Please," I beg. "Fuck me, please."

Finally, at last, he plunges his finger into my sex. His other hand moves across my belly and breast, massaging and scratching and teasing.

"More," I whimper, because even though his gloved finger is huge, it's still not enough to simulate a bonafide werewolf cock.

"So tight already, but begging for more," he murmurs. "Maybe you'll be able to take my cock, after all."

I cry out as he fills me with another finger, these two spreading me wider than any cock I've taken before. This is exactly what I want.

"What's the second way?" I huff out as he thrusts his fingers into me, slowly gaining speed.

"The second way… I'd chase you down, hold you head down, ass up as I slam my cock into you, taking you, feral with rut."

I moan at that. Whoever he is, maybe we can try that again later. Roleplay is always fun with the right partner. He picks up the pace with his fingers, slamming into me so hard and fast I can hear each sloppy, wet smack as he buries knuckle-deep inside me. With the gloves on, each finger reaches further inside than a cock would. Bless this costume.

I'm so close—my inner walls begin to shudder, the tightness in my belly coiling until his thumb massages my clit and brings it all to a boil. I gasp for breath, pull the pumpkin head off my face, and stare at the sky, unsure whether the stars I'm seeing are because of him or physics.

"I need to knot you, my mate. Claim you," he grunts, still pumping his fingers into me, drawing out my orgasm.

"Yes!" I cry out.

He gets it , I think.

And then his teeth sink into my neck. At first, it feels kind of nice, while my orgasm is still rolling… but then he bites harder. Much harder. So much it would leave a mark.

He doesn't get it.

"Ah! Ouch! Stop it! Stop it!" I scream and beat at his chest.

It takes some fighting, but he still doesn't let go, not until I kick him in the dick—his holy-shit-that's-the-biggest-dick-I've-ever-felt-seen-or-dreamed-of . He howls in pain, and that's when I realize he never took off the werewolf mask.

But I don't have time to think about that as I roll out from under him and run. Who knows where. At this point, I just need to get away . Clear my mind.

If I had a nickel for every time a guy tried to bite me like I was his favorite snack after giving me a mind-blowing orgasm, I'd have two nickels… which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice.