Chapter 2

two

RUSS

Fuck. Damn.

She feels perfect. So completely, utterly, blissfully perfect, and I’ve barely gotten the tip of my cock inside her. And holy shit, she’s tight, too. I expected her to be small, given that she’s human and everything, but her hot, wet pussy is making my balls tighten up, and a shiver runs down my spine. I’m practically vibrating with how badly I already need to come in her.

What I can see of her is beautiful, the ideal shape for carrying my cub. She has broad hips and a narrow waist and ribcage, her breasts hidden under her shirt. I can get a good idea of their size, though, and I know they’ll be perfect, too. Her hair is long and dark, and braided to hang down her neck. I wish I could see what her face looks like, but that’s against the rules.

Before I’m even halfway sheathed in her tiny, pink pussy, my body is singing for her. She’s ideally compatible with me, just like I am with her. It won’t take many visits to fill her up with my cub. Which is too bad, that I won’t get to breed her more than a few times here. And then afterwards, I’ll be kept away from her until my cub is born.

My instincts don’t like that, not at all. But I knew that would happen walking into this—and I’m prepared to curb myself to get what I want.

I don’t dive into her all at once, because I can tell her body is already stretched to its limit. I’ll need to warm her up first, so my cock doesn’t hurt her tiny human cunt.

She must have worked hard just for this much of me to fit.

Then I notice the lube that’s been sitting nearby all along, which I should have used before I tried this. But I was too starving to be inside her.

I thrust shallowly, just a few times to soak up the warmth of her, the pulsing clench of her. She’s whimpering and moaning with every stroke, even though I’m doing very little. She’s a sensitive thing, I’ll need to remember that. I’m mesmerized by the way her lower lips spread wide for me, those delicate black hairs decorating her in flawless curls.

When I pull out of her, she whines in objection. “Why did you stop?”

I like that I’ve already turned this mouthy woman into a mess.

“I’ll be back,” I tell her, then reach for the lube. I slather my paw in it, then slide it all along my length. For good measure, I rub the come dripping out of my tip all over her before I push back inside her delicious pussy.

“Ah!” she cries out, falling forward on the bench. I slide in deeper this time, but not so deep that I hurt her. I need her to open up for me, so I can fit my knot into her.

That’s the way to make sure it sticks. I’ll fatten her up with my cub, without a doubt .

I glide into her again, my way made even easier by the lube, and more of my cock vanishes inside her. She buckles, and it’s good that her legs and feet are strapped in. I squeeze her thighs with my claws as I sink deeper, then pull out, then deeper still. My balls are practically shivering already with the need to fill her.

“Oh, Bill,” she says into the face pillow so it muffles her voice. “That’s... that’s so...”

I lean down, bringing the tip of my snout to her ear. “That’s so what ?”

“Please.” Her voice comes out wonderfully desperate. “More, please, Bill.”

There we are. Though I really don’t love the sound of the name I chose—it was a panic decision.

I give her even more, watching raptly as I’m swallowed up by her. My knot is swelling, the two bulges to either side of my shaft pulsing with the need to release. I reach around her and dig my claws into the bottom of the bench, which is rubber and designed exactly for this. I rub my furry belly across her skin as I yank my cock out, and then thrust into her again, each pump earning a moan or a cry and a soft squeezing from her sweet cunt.

Absolutely flawless. It’s taking everything in my power not to let off now.

“Open up for me,” I whisper to her, shoving her hair aside with my snout. I plunge deeper with this stroke, so the shallowest end of my knot is starting to push inside her. “Let it all in.”

I slow my speed, making each snap of my hips deliberate, reaching farther and farther into her small tunnel. Her cries grow in volume, and she’s rapidly nodding her head.

“I’m trying,” she moans. “Please. I want it. Give me everything. ”

She’s so wild for me that it’s making every inch of my fur tremble, and I’m tearing holes into the rubber on the underside of the bench. My feet scrabble for friction on the tile as I fuck her harder, watching her sweet, stretched pussy open even wider for my knot. She’s dripping for me, her pink lips shining under the bright overhead fluorescents as I stroke into her again, and again.

“Take it,” I say, burying my nose in her hair to breathe in the smell of her. Oh, fuck, is she perfect, and everything I’ve always wanted. “Take my knot.”

“Yes,” she moans as I push even more of it in. There’s a wet slurp with every thrust, the twin bulges at the base of my cock squeezing almost all the way in before I pull out again, her wetness dripping all over both of us. “More, Bill! More!”

So I obey, and on my next thrust, I manage to shove all of myself inside her. She cries out loudly, collapsing forward on the bench. I have to stand up more now to get the leverage I want, because I’m going to fuck her with my knot until she’s screaming.

How I’ve held back this long, I have no idea.

I slam my whole cock into her, then reel my hips back, only to bury it in her again. Every time she calls out my name, it makes all the hair on my mane and back stand up on end.

How I do wish it was my name.

I fuck her even faster, pounding her with my knot, and she starts to tense up all around me. Now I can barely fit inside her, and her walls are clenched so tight I feel like my cock might just pop. She feels better than pure bliss itself.

“Oh, fuck, Bill,” she sobs, and my mane is bristling at how sweet and delirious her voice sounds. “Fuck me harder, wolfman, p-please, I’m s-so close...” So I obey, fucking her like my entire life depends on it, clenching my thighs and ass hard so I can slam into her, over and over again.

When she finally comes, it’s heavenly. She clamps down tight and wails, her hands clutched like claws around her grips. Her legs go stiff, and suddenly I’m struggling to move at all with how tight she’s become.

It’s time. I jam my knot inside her as hard as I can, and it slips through her seizing, swollen channel. Then it lodges there, at last.

I moan an agonizing moan as I finally let the dam break and all my come shoots out, more than I think I’ve ever come before. The bulges of my knot have swollen up fat with blood, and there’s no way I’m pulling it out of her anytime soon. The edges of her shining pussy have clamped down around it, nearly strangling my cock.

“Oh,” she moans as she suddenly wriggles, and then clenches up again. A mini-orgasm. Her body has taken well to mine already. I stroke her back as the fog of my own climax starts to clear. But I’m still anchored to her, and it will be some time before we can separate.

“How was that, my dear?” I ask, a little sultry. I peel back my lips and lick down from her ear to her neck, and she shivers all over. Her sweet pussy trembles around me.

“Really...” She swallows like her mouth is dry. “Really good.” She cranes her neck ever-so-slightly. “Will you come back, Bill?”

“Of course I will,” I say, brushing my hand down her spine to her round ass. “I’ll see you in one month.” I don’t know that for sure, but I’m going to hope. I want to know if my hunch about her is right or not—that she might be more to me than some anonymous woman with a great ass, an adorable moan and a pristine pussy .

“Okay. In a month, then.” Her shoulders droop. Does that mean she’s feeling the attachment, too?

We wait quietly until my knot comes down, and I spend it fantasizing about what she looks like, how she might feel under my hands when she’s full of my cub. Not that that will happen. Then, I slowly slide out, cupping my hand under her swollen, puffy cunt to catch the come that sloshes out. She sags against the bench, and I lick each of the cheeks of her butt.

“Thank you,” I murmur to her, cleaning her with a towel as best I can. She moans and twitches as I mop her up, and I’ve never smelled something as beautiful as her covered in my spend.

“Look forward to next time,” she says in a sleepy voice, and I wish I could hold her. Instead, I settle for running a claw down her back, then patting her once before leaving the room.

At the reception desk, I’m told that they’ll call me before my surrogate is scheduled to ovulate so I can come in for a follow-up appointment. They’ll administer weekly tests, but it’s likely I’ll have to return at least a few times to make sure it sticks. Once it does, they’ll let me know, and then I won’t have to come in again until my cub is born.

It makes my gut shudder to think I won’t be there for her pregnancy. But that’s the point of all this: I don’t know her, and she doesn’t know me. There are penalties for breaking confidentiality, and I could lose my shot at ever having a child of my own if I tried to find out her identity.

When I walk out into the sunshine, though, I feel better and lighter than I ever have. My body is at peace in a way it’s never been before. Mating so thoroughly with such a perfect woman has settled something deep inside me—while a different flame has ignited.

I finally turn my cell phone back on, and it’s full of missed calls. Shit. I rush to my car and get in, then slam the door closed. I had taken today off for my appointment, but this is clearly an emergency.

I put on the gas and drive out of the parking lot, though I feel like my mind and my heart are back in that room with the mother of my future cub. She took me so well, and felt so impossibly good around me. Her scent was like nothing else in the world.

Heading away from that building, I’m almost certain that she’s my mate.