Chapter 22

twenty-two

DEE

Russ’s bedroom is as beautiful as the rest of his house. It’s nothing too ritzy, but the furnishings are minimalist, the appliances are stainless steel, and there are windows everywhere . The place is just full of natural light, and I know I would love living here.

I can’t picture that kind of thing, though. There are too many implications. What I can picture, however, is how Russ is going to look without any of his clothes on.

He lowers his eyebrows as I study him, and a wicked grin reveals all his teeth. He encircles me with his arms, drawing me over the threshold into the big, open room. Right in the middle is the biggest bed I’ve ever seen, with a blue comforter and blue sheets that match the curtains.

In silence, we each shed our clothes one article at a time. This isn’t going to be some wild fuck in the woods. When I’m naked, I sit down on the bed, and he kneels in front of me so he’s just slightly tipping his head to look up at me. His cold nose brushes mine, and then his lips graze my mouth .

The way he kissed me when we fucked, his tongue down my throat, is very different from what he’s doing now—sampling my lips with his own, which are surprisingly dexterous for the shape of his snout, and then gently sucking. My mouth opens of its own accord, and his tongue darts out, tracing the edge of my lips before sliding through.

Instantly my body warms at the memory of when we last did this, and I hear Russ’s breath speed up. He shudders under my hands, and his grip on my hips tightens.

“I’m doing it differently this time,” he says against my mouth, and his eyes are intense. With that, he pulls away from me, and then spreads my legs with one huge paw. His shoulders curl as he bends down, and I’m fully exposed to him.

He doesn’t go straight between my thighs, though. No, Russ drags his tongue down from my lips to my neck, where he circles right at the hollow of my throat. Finally, he loops it around one of my nipples, and then brings his mouth down to nibble on it.

“Oh, fuck,” I say, because I didn’t realize how sensitive they’d become. He pauses, but I sling my hands around behind his ears and pull him towards me again. With a chuckle, he puts his whole mouth on it this time, sucking it in between his lips and grazing it with just the very tip of his teeth. I squirm, and he lets out a satisfied sigh, like just that taste brought him immense satisfaction.

He repeats his assault on my other nipple, and gently cups both my breasts in his huge paws, the tips of his claws tickling my flesh.

“These are amazing,” he says, fondling them with the utmost gentleness before letting them go. Then his hands travel down to my belly, which is even rounder now than it was the last time we did this. The lust in his eyes softens, and he traces the curve with one claw before leaning down to press a kiss to it.

“Can I?” he asks, rubbing his ear.

I nod, even though I thought we were about to have sex. “Sure.”

He gently leans the side of his head against my belly, cradling the swell with his other hand. His eyes close, and his tail, which had been sticking straight out, slowly lowers to the ground.

“I can hear her heart,” he says in a quiet voice. I almost can’t make out the words. “It’s so fast.”

“Because she’s still small,” I tell him, stroking the fur of his head. Russ lets out a breath and wraps his other arm around me from behind, nuzzling my belly with his cheek.

That’s when, for the first time, she kicks .

“Whoa,” Russ says, pulling away. We exchange shocked looks. “Has that ever happened before?”

“No!” I’m a little stunned myself by how surprising it felt. “Never.”

He smiles broadly. “Maybe she knows when her mother is getting excited.” He continues licking and kissing his way down my belly, underneath it to where my legs are still spread wide for him. His sweet smile turns into a much more mischievous smirk as he surveys me there.

“Such a beautiful, furry pussy,” he hums, just as his tongue darts out to lick me. A shock travels through my body, so he does it again, and again I shiver all over. His licks grow faster, his tongue pressing down harder, and I wriggle as I moan.

Then he’s on me like a predator, claws digging into his comforter as he goes wild with his mouth, licking every part of me, sliding his tongue inside me like he did when we first met and pressing it against my inner wall, where he strokes it up and down. My body is even more sensitive than before, and it’s so good that it isn’t long before I break. For only the third time in my life, that hot liquid streams out of me, and Russ lets out a lustful groan. He licks my oversensitive clit, trying to grab up everything I’m giving him.

Fuck. That’s so hot. I can’t stand it.

“Russ,” I whimper, toppling back to the bed.

He climbs up and brackets my head with his arms. “What is it?” he asks, concerned. “The cub?—?”

“No, no.” I run a hand up his neck, behind his ear, then down his cheek and snout. “I just... please, fuck me.”

A huge grin takes over his face, and he reaches down to palm his big, wet cock, which has long extruded from his furry sheath.

“Most happily,” he says. “And I’m going to take you while looking at you, too.”

He slides me up the bed so he can kneel between my legs, where he focuses intently on his task. I still can’t fathom how something that size fits inside me, but when the soft, pointed head slides in, I have to accept that it does.

And oh, how well it does.

Russ groans as he buries himself just a quarter deep, then pauses to look down at me.

“Is that all right?” he asks. “Is anything painful or uncomfortable?”

I glare at him. “What are you talking about? You feel amazing. Please.” I hook my heels into his ass, right at the base of his tail, and Russ buckles forward. Then I squeeze him inside me, and he whimpers. “More.”

Rising up above me, he grabs my thighs with both clawed paws and shoves his cock deeper. Oh, there we are. That’s him again—and this is where he belongs.

With me.

RUSS

There is no bliss like being buried inside your mate’s cunt.

I thrust gently, shallowly, making sure not to go too deep until I know she’s opened enough for me. But Dee gets frustrated with me quickly.

“Russ,” she says, burying one hand in my scruff. “Do it like you mean it.”

The primal, ravenous energy I’ve been trying to hold back rolls out of me, all at once. I reel my hips back and then plunge into her, sinking my cock in her heavenly body. She welcomes me with a cry, and it’s most certainly a cry of pleasure.

She’s so warm, so fucking wet, and with every stroke her channel flutters around me. My Dee feels like complete and utter heaven.

The harder I thrust inside of her, the more her belly jiggles and her swollen breasts bounce. I’m entranced by her, how her mouth falls open and her eyes go wide as I sheath myself even more fully inside her. It isn’t long before I’m deep enough that my knot is teasing where it wants to be.

“Russ!” she cries, and I’m so happy it’s my name, my real name, this time.

“Tell me what you want,” I say, lowering my snout to her ear and licking the shell of it.

“M-m-more.” She cries out louder when I sink even further into her, as the flared edge of my knot starts to spread the lips of her pussy apart. “I want even more wolfman cock!”

Oh, my woman knows exactly what to say to me. I will fuck her better than that human man could ever dream of. I will make love to her, and show her exactly what she means to me.

“Yeah?” I crouch down lower, hovering with my nose just barely touching hers as I pump harder with my hips. “You want this? All of it?” I pick her up by the hips and lift them up off the bed so I can get an even better angle, and then I push even more of my knot into her—taunting her, teasing her.

I’m really the one being taunted and teased. The thought of myself completely buried in her, her belly swollen full of my cub, has me so close to my release that I’m doing breathing exercises to hold it back.

“Yes, I want all of it!” She moans and sobs for me as I pump my hips faster, and I’m glad I have carpet this time so my claws can hook in as I drive into her, forcing her pink, swollen pussy to open wider and wider for me. Soon she’s not moaning but crying out, her fingers buried in my fur like claws. There’s nothing in the world that compares to this, my body singing to hers and hers singing back, a memory and a reflection of that very first time I walked into that sterile room and saw her waiting for me.

Dee drags me down close to her as my cock makes a wet squelch with each pass through her. But I haven’t fucked her in some time, and her small body is struggling to take all of me. She’s quivering, so close to her climax, mewling and crying my name, but I can’t let her tip over yet. I’m going to savor her, worship her, and remind her why she’s mine—and I’m hers.

Instead of pushing harder, I slow down my pace and swirl my cock around inside her, opening her even more for me. She moans and bucks, frantic for me to thrust again, so I push my knot in as far as it will go and then draw it out, until Dee is writhing and whining and clutching me tight with her iron thighs.

“Russ!” she demands, and I feel her belly press into my own when she drags me down closer to her, using the sensitive flesh behind my ears. She looks into my eyes, and presses a kiss to my snout.

I take the opportunity to kiss her back, sliding my tongue into her mouth, before I finally shove my knot all the way inside her.

There’s an audible pop! as it fits in, and Dee lets out a cry. I pull it free and then thrust it into her again, over and over, and now she’s screaming my name.

Just to really torment her, I drop one hand down between us, where my knot has spread the lips of her pussy impossibly wide, and run just the tip of my claw over her clit. Dee is now thrashing underneath me, so I curl my finger and rub her with my knuckle, the way she likes, and she cries out again as I stuff my knot into her.

I make love to her like this, hard and slow, dragging my cock out and then squeezing it back in, until I’m so close to the edge that I have vertigo. I pull my tongue free of her mouth and murmur, “I’m going to stuff that pretty human pussy so full of me.”

“You already put a cub in me,” she says, her voice slurring with how drunk she is on my knot. I shove it into her again, and her head falls back in bliss. I want to tell her how I already want to fuck another one into her, but I need to be careful.

“And what a beautiful cub it will be.” I nuzzle her face as I thrust into her faster, and her cries ratchet up in volume until she’s filling the whole house with the sound of her pleasure. My little human, the love of my life, the mother of my cub and the meaning of everything .

I rub Dee harder, and all at once her tight channel clenches tight as a vise, and her scream is ear-piercing. I gasp, unable to hold back any longer as she starts to milk my cock for everything it’s worth.

I slip my knot inside her, and when she squeezes down around it, I burst with a feral roar.