Chapter 5

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DEE

Holy fuck. I forgot exactly how good the wolfman felt. How his slippery cock, so unusually shaped, plies me open as it slides in. He reaches more than halfway on his first thrust, and he’s so thick that I cry out. Groaning, he reels himself back, nearly leaving my body before he thrusts back in, deeper this time.

“Ohhh,” I moan, falling forward on the bench. This is what I needed. This is what I’ve been practically bruising my clit trying to recapture. But nothing compares to this monstrous thing squeezing inside me, practically a physical impossibility, and yet...

“Ah, fuck, Amanda, you feel so good,” my wolfman growls, reaching down to grip underneath the bench again. He’s so much bigger than I am that his arms completely wrap around me. “Damn, your pussy is fucking amazing.”

Wow. That’s exactly the kind of thing a girl wants to hear. Each drive of his cock is pushing in deeper, and deeper, but never further than I can take it. He lowers his head to nuzzle underneath my braid.

“You like it, my dear?” he murmurs quietly, still moving with precise, slow strokes as he ventures farther into me with each pump of his hips. “You want all of my cock inside you?”

“Yes,” I whimper, rather pathetically. “I want it. And your knot, too, Bill.”

He groans on top of me, and his strokes speed up. He’s gripping the bench even tighter now, so the whole thing rocks with each of his motions. Now he’s truly deep, the thick lumps at the root of his cock making themselves known.

“Open up,” he says, licking the bare skin at the nape of my neck. “Even your fucking sweat tastes great.”

Why is that so erotic? I moan as his knot tries again to push through my wet pussy. Each stroke fires off another round of sparks, while the pointed head of his cock drags over something wonderful inside me. I’m so tight, so wound up, so swollen and yet those twin bulges are pushing their way in one thrust at a time. Soon it’s most of the way inside me, and I’m no longer moaning, but screaming at how close my orgasm is. I’m sprinting towards the light, gripping my bench as tight as I can until I feel like I might simply burst open if I don’t come.

“There we are,” Bill murmurs in my ear as I shriek. “Give it to me, Amanda.”

It’s not my name, but I’m still fucking toast. My whole body climaxes, one immense shudder, and my voice completely stops in my throat. The wolfman growls something primal and deep, and shoves his huge knot through all my tightness, down deep where it belongs.

Where it belongs .

Then, just as my finish starts to wear off, he gets bigger. That cock of his swells up even fatter, and my pussy riots. I come again, hard, harder than I ever have, and this time I scream. I clamp down tight around him, keeping that knot firmly wedged inside me.

We both pant, and droplets of his drool fall onto my back. He got so worked up for me that he can’t control it. But my need has been growing for so long, so intensely, that my body wants even more.

As limp as I am, I manage to push my hips backwards, moving him inside me. The wolfman lets out a helpless moan, and actually drops some of his weight down onto my body.

“Wh-what are you—” he begins, and then I thrust my hips back again. He shatters. “Oh, Amanda.”

“Do it again,” I say harshly, because I’m desperate. I’m needy. And so what? I’ll take what I can while I can, thank you.

Bill inhales sharply, and then slowly, raises himself back up. His huge hands find my ass, and he pushes even further inside me, letting out a tortured groan.

“I can’t believe it,” he mutters, more to himself than to me. “You’re amazing, I... fuck .” I’m so full of his come that it’s making obscene, wet sounds as his knot starts to move back and forth inside of me, just a fraction of an inch at a time. But the sensation is so intense that I’m very quickly heading straight over the bridge again.

“So sensitive,” Bill says as another tiny orgasm rocks my body. His knot has started to recede, so he gently withdraws it...

And then thrusts it right back in.

We go at it, my wolfman fucking me until I’m wailing, until my body is so overstimulated that all it takes is the rub of his knuckle on my clit to send me spiraling, again and again. Never did I expect this was possible, not on this planet, in this lifetime.

But when there comes a loud knock at the door, we both freeze.

“It’s been more than an hour,” an irritated voice calls. “Time to wrap it up.”

Bill lets out a chuckle behind me. “I guess I had better come in you one more time,” he says, trailing the tips of his claws down my spine. “And make sure it stays there.”

I feel my mood dip at this thought. If we’re successful today, which we surely will be, then we won’t get to see each other again.

One last time, he unloads, and I’m so worn out I simply collapse against the bench. He drops down on top of me, knot secured, and rubs his face against the back of my head.

“I’m glad they chose you for me, Amanda,” he says quietly. “You’ll be such a good mother for my cub.”

I know he means biological mother, not emotional one, but it still makes my heart lurch.

Maybe Liesel was right, and I made a huge mistake. But at least I’ll get to keep part of him, for a while.

When his knot comes down, Bill gently pulls out, and covers my pussy with one hand. He leans forward, nuzzling his wet nose under my hair.

“ Amanda ,” he whispers. I try to turn my head, because all I want is to tell him my real name, so this doesn’t have to end. So he can come and find me out there. “What is—” he begins.

But then the door to the room flies open. “It’s time,” an angry voice says behind us. “Your session is over.”

We went at it for so long that someone had to storm in and interrupt us just to make us stop. The attendant circles around to check on me in the restraints while the wolfman starts shuffling around like he’s putting on his clothes.

He hisses a curse under his breath. With her here, there’s no sharing details about our lives that might lead us back to each other again. Neither of us speaks as he’s hurried out by the attendant, too aware of the cameras listening.

Eventually, the door opens again, and the wolfman departs. When he’s gone, the attendant helps me down from the bench, and I’m red where I was pressed hard against the cushions, but I’m otherwise fine.

Though a lot of liquid does drizzle down my thigh when I get up.

I drive my car home in a kind of daze, a big, thick wall between me and my emotions. Something happened today, or maybe it was just part two of what started happening the first time we met in that sterile room.

There must be a way to contact him somewhere along the line. Maybe after the baby is born, I could have some kind of visitation, even if it’s just to see Bill again.

But the moment I think it, I know there’s no world in which that’s allowed. It defeats the entire purpose, after all. He came to DreamTogether for a reason, for privacy, for no strings attached, and that’s what he’ll get with me if I want to keep this job. If I were to find out who he was, if I were to contact him outside the company, I would never get another chance at this. They would terminate me immediately upon the birth.

I park, then climb out and drift back to my dumpy apartment, to the planters where I’ve put my two flowers and my basil. They’re already looking as wilted as I feel. Maybe I don’t water them enough, or maybe I water them too much?

I head back inside and sit down on the couch, wondering what I do next while I wait. Signing up with DreamTogether had, well, looked like a dream come true for me. But now I’m here, simply hoping that I’ll get to see Bill again.

I can’t think like that. When this is over, we’ll have nothing to do with each other.

Don’t get attached.

RUSS

I don’t hear anything after our second “session.” One week passes, then two weeks. I hope that it didn’t take. I know it’s unlikely after how many times I pumped all my hot come into her, but I still hold out for the news that she’s not pregnant yet, and I’ll have to come back again.

Why did I leave without saying anything to her? Why did I let them hurry me out without at least getting her name?

Because I was drunk on her. Because there are eyes and ears everywhere inside DreamTogether, and I could have lost my chance completely at having a cub if I fucked it up.

I should have risked it anyway, for my woman. My mate.

After our experience together, I know it, in my bones and sinew. My blood pumps for her, my body craves her, my soul longs for her. But I don’t know who she is, or where to find her.

Then I get the call. My heart plummets when I see the number on my screen.

“Yes?” I answer drearily.

“Mr. Cohen?”

“That’s me.”

“Congratulations!” I have to hold the phone away from my ear. “We just received word that your surrogate is now pregnant. There will be no need for a third appointment.”

For a brief moment I think that I won’t have to shell out for an extra month on top of the whole package price I already paid. But what I wouldn’t give right now to have that one extra visit.

At the mere idea that Amanda—or whoever she really is—my mate , is carrying my cub... all of my instincts come to life. I growl into the phone.

“I need her number,” I say in a voice so low that even I don’t recognize it.

“What?” The woman on the other end is silent for a moment. “Sir, you know we won’t give that to you.”

“ I need her number! ” I roar.

“And I need you to calm down,” the woman says, now irritated. “You signed up for this. This is what you wanted. I promise, what you’re feeling now will pass soon, and then all your dreams will come true.”

That fucking tag line.

I smash the button to end the call and pace around my kitchen, then slam my fist into the stainless steel stovetop. The whole appliance shakes underneath me.

I must find her. I must protect her, and the new cub growing inside her. She’s my everything, the pinnacle of my life. I was always meant to cross paths with her, to plant a cub in her, to make her mine.

Now I will keep them both safe from everything that might hurt them, if it’s the last thing I do.