Chapter Thirty-Five

Werewolf Armpits

Larkin

"You know what I want?" I said a short while later, after we'd cleaned up then promptly gotten straight back into bed. I was draped over Seb's chest as he lay back, still in his half-shifted form, and lightly trailed his claws up and down my back because I'd told him it felt really good.

"Mm?" He sounded drowsy and content. And he hadn't stopped smiling. Not even for a second. Neither had I.

I lifted my head and propped myself on an elbow to grin at him. "Pizza. And to watch a movie. Still naked." I pouted, dragging my fingers over his chest. "But I also really want to stay in bed."

Seb didn't have a TV in his bedroom, which was a little shocking to me, honestly. Especially when he'd told me he didn't even watch stuff on his phone or a laptop while he was in bed.

What did he do in here then? Just… sleep? Who only slept in their bedroom? That was, like, next-level adult shit.

His grin widened. "I'll bring the TV up."

"You don't have to do that," I protested, but kind of half-heartedly. I did want to watch his huge biceps flexing as he carried the TV up here.

"I don't mind." He reached for his phone, then unlocked it and passed it over. "Order a pizza while I go get it."

"'Kay." I couldn't stop smiling. My belly clenched with arousal when he climbed out of bed and stretched, all the muscles in his back shifting as his perfect ass cheeks briefly clenched.

"You're so freaking hot," I blurted, then flushed as he glanced over his shoulder at me with a grin.

"So are you."

"I thought I was pretty." I shot him a demure smile.

He chuckled as he made his way to the door. "You are."

"I bet I pull some weird faces when you're making me come though." I flopped back down and opened the food delivery app on his phone.

"They're perfect, not weird." His voice got fainter as he made his way downstairs. "You already know I think you're beautiful, so stop fishing for compliments."

I snickered, quickly reordering the same pizza we'd gotten last time, then dropped his phone on the nightstand and stretched lazily. Still grinning to myself, I picked up my own phone while I waited for Seb to come back and saw that I had some texts.

Holt had texted me a half hour ago, simply saying, You weren't kidding about the size of Cora's shits.

I chuckled, then tapped over to my conversation with Hans.

Guessing you won't be gaming tonight seeing as you're prob getting all hot and heavy with your wolf ;) ;) ;)

Soz bro, no gaming tonight , I sent back, then opened my messages with my mom.

For some reason, it felt like it was becoming even more official by telling my mom that I was staying at Seb's. Judging by what she'd said that day in the diner, I was pretty sure she'd already guessed that I was into him. She'd probably figured out just how much I was into him sooner than I had. She was weird like that.

Mama, I won't be home tonight , I typed, my belly fluttering with nervous excitement as I added, I'm staying at Seb's. The guy from work who you met at the diner. We're together.

It was only a few seconds before the three dots appeared, telling me she was typing back. But before her reply even came through, I got a text from Nolan.

Congrats bro. Mom just told us. I want to meet him. Can he train me to work out??? I want to get swole before college.

Thanks brolan. Yea, maybe this weekend. And I know you're not actually gonna get up for the gym so I won't even bother to ask him , I'd just managed to reply when a text from my dad came through.

"Oh my god," I groaned, but opened it.

My wonderful son, it fills me with so much joy to know that you have found someone you want to be with, and make bread with. I love you so much.

Damn it, now I was getting all choked up and Seb was about to reappear at any second. I quickly typed back, Thanks dad, I love you too , then hurriedly tapped onto the conversation with Mom when she finally replied. It wasn't even a particularly long text. She was just a super slow typer.

Thank you for letting us know, sweetpea. Seb seems so lovely. He suits you. I've already felt just how deeply he cares for you.

I bit my lip, hovering my thumbs over the keyboard before typing back, I care about him too. A lot.

"Sorry. The cables were all tangled up."

I hurriedly shifted upright as Seb reappeared, carrying the big flatscreen TV with ease. "Need a hand?"

"No, you stay there." He grinned at me as he set it down on the dresser opposite the bed, then effortlessly tugged the heavy bit of furniture away from the wall to reach behind and plug in the cord.

My belly tightened. He was just all… big and strong and rugged. So hot.

"Pizza's ordered," I told him as he pushed the dresser back into place and grabbed the remote. "I was just texting my mom to let her know I'm staying here tonight. They all, um, really want to meet you."

He chuckled as he slid back into bed. "I want to meet them too."

"My dad will definitely hug you in the first five seconds. Just so you know." I shuffled closer and snuggled into his side, threading our fingers together when he draped his arm over my shoulders.

This was so freaking nice. How could I have ever thought I didn't want this? This was better than sex, in some ways. A different kind of intimacy. I wanted to live in Seb's bed and never wear clothes again just so I could feel his bare skin pressed against mine whenever I wanted. Maybe I could convince Holt to let me do my assistant duties remotely. Fully embrace that WFH life.

"So, something sci-fi with a beefcake lead, right?" Seb asked teasingly, squeezing my hand. "Or do you want to watch another slasher?"

"No, you pick," I said eagerly, wriggling even closer to drape my leg over his.

By the time he'd picked a movie and pressed play, I'd migrated all the way over to nestle between his thighs, my head on his shoulder and my wings pinned between us. I wasn't even remotely self-conscious that my nub was all pressed up against his junk.

When the doorbell rang, I hurriedly got up and shifted into human form before pulling on my pants and one of his T-shirts so he wouldn't have to move. The shirt was way too big for me, but he seemed to like me wearing it, because when I returned with our pizza and shucked my pants to get back into bed, he throatily asked me to leave it on.

After we'd eaten, with me once again leaning back against his chest between his thighs, I felt his big hands slip under the T-shirt to roam over my sides and stomach as we watched the movie. My cock started to perk up immediately, knees spreading wider to rest against his. Within minutes, he was jerking me off under the T-shirt while I writhed against him, my head tipped back onto his shoulder and my breaths escaping me in whimpering pants.

"Bet you can't wait to sit on my dick while I do this," he murmured in my ear, his free hand dipping down to finger the crease of my groin before cupping my balls. His claws lightly grazed my taint, making me gasp as my cock pulsed in his fist. "You want to take my knot, don't you, Lark?"

I nodded desperately, my trembling lips clamped together and my fast exhalations shuddering out of my nose. "Mmm."

"You know it would lock us together, don't you?" He paused at the head of my dick and circled a fingertip over my banjo string, making me shudder. "You'll be pinned on my cock while I come inside you."

My hips snapped up, a cry leaving me as I started to come. Seb stroked the head of my dick in squeezing pulls, like he was milking it all out of me, his fingers tightening on my sac as one dipped down to brush my taint.

When I was shuddering with sensitivity, my body weak and trembling, he let go and slipped his hands free to soothingly rub my dick through the T-shirt. I moaned drowsily, turning my head to nuzzle his neck.

His big hand swept over my stomach to mop up the cum with the fabric, which made me snuffle a shaky laugh.

"That's an efficient way to clean up."

He huffed in amusement and tilted his chin down to give me a brief kiss. "Just don't want you to move."

"Well I'm gonna move anyway." I scrambled around with a grin to kneel between his legs and reached down to grasp his hard cock, which had been rubbing against my lower back.

When he was half shifted like this, his balls were covered in a very light, peach fuzz version of the short fur on his legs. And his cock grew even more red and flushed, that knot swelling at the base. I stared down in awe as I stroked him a few times, then glanced up with a sheepish grin.

"Can you, um, put your arms behind your head?" I flushed. "It's just—It makes you look all… I dunno. Cocky or something. It's really hot. And I love your armpits," I added in a rush, cheeks heating further. "Is that weird?"

Seb gave me his crooked grin and tucked his arms behind his head, lounging back against the headboard. "No, it's not weird. I have nice arms. And armpits," he added teasingly, tensing his big biceps so they popped.

I snickered, leaning in to kiss him. "Okay, maybe you are a little cocky."

"I can be if you want," he rumbled out, then jerked his chin arrogantly at my hand clutching his cock. "Why don't you be a good boy and stroke my dick?"

Oh my god. My sated cock tingled. I obediently started gliding my fist up and down, then brought the other into the mix to wrap around his knot and squeeze it gently.

Seb shuddered, arms twitching behind his head. He nodded, looking all relaxed and domineering as I eagerly stroked him off. "That's good. Keep going, Lark. A little faster."

I bit my lip, then stilled my hand and ducked my head to spit on his cock so it would be nice and slippery under my fist. Seb grunted as his hips briefly strained up.

"You like my big werewolf dick, don't you, Lark?" he asked slyly, his voice a little breathless.

"I love it," I breathed, watching as I pumped my fist, the slick sound making my cock start to harden again. "I can't wait for you to fuck me with it."

Seb groaned, slouching lower against the headboard and planting his feet on the mattress so he could lift his hips into every downward stroke of my hand, like he was fucking my fist.

"I will soon, sweetheart," he rasped. "But right now I want you to make me come like this."

I whimpered, gazing up at him. "Does it feel good?"

He'd realised that I craved hearing him praise me, so he flashed me a wolfish grin. "It feels perfect, Lark. And I love seeing how much it turns you on to do this. Look at that beautiful cock, all hard again."

I glanced down to see my dick jutting up from under the hem of the T-shirt, flushed and stiff. It jerked at his words, my balls tingling as the need to come again started rising back up.

"Why don't you sit on my face while you stroke my dick?" Seb rasped, smirking at me when my head snapped up.

I gulped, then nodded frantically. "Y-yeah."

"Come here then, sweetheart." He shifted lower until he was lying down. My legs trembling unsteadily, I quickly stripped off the T-shirt, then knee-walked up the bed and clambered over him awkwardly until I was straddling his face, looking down at his beautiful body stretched out in front of me.

He dropped a kiss to my inner thigh as his big hands smoothed over my ass, before he tugged me down and pressed a tonguing kiss to my hole.

"Mmm." I found myself leaning down and spreading my knees wider, chest heaving as I shuddered. Fumbling to grab his cock, I started stroking faster than before.

Seb paused, breathing fast against my ass, to rasp, "Spit on my cock again."

A whimper left me as he resumed lapping at my hole, flicking and swirling his tongue. I ducked my head to spit again, but found myself smoothing my tongue down his length instead. Seb groaned hoarsely against me, hips straining up.

Breathing hard, I caught the head in my mouth and started to suck. It was a little messy and clumsy, because I was struggling to concentrate with Seb's tongue moving against my rim. But I ended up falling into a kind of daze, desperately sucking his cock as my hips began to grind back into him with tiny movements. I couldn't stop moaning around his length, and when Seb licked his way down my taint to suck one of my balls into his mouth, a garbled cry tore from my throat.

Seb was thrusting into my mouth now, sliding his cock over my tongue as his thick thighs spread wider. The toes on his big wolf paws flexed, sharp black claws glinting. I could feel the claws on his fingers biting into my ass cheeks, sending pinpricks of pleasure up my spine.

His mouth returning to my hole, he wriggled an arm under my thigh and started jacking my cock, his groans muffled as he thrust his tongue inside me. I moaned around his length, feeling my throat constrict when I mindlessly plunged my mouth lower, taking him almost too deep.

Seb's hips started jerking unsteadily. His guttural groan vibrated through me as he tensed up and began to shake. I sucked harder, fumbling to cup his tight sac and squeeze, and moaned with delirious pleasure when his cock flexed against my tongue and started shooting hot cum to the back of my throat.

"Mmm." I swallowed eagerly, sliding my mouth up so the last couple of spurts landed on my tongue and I could taste it. Seb was shuddering, his tongue slowing from the distraction as he panted roughly against me. When the tension finally bled out of him, I gave his cock one last soft suck before lifting my head.

Clutching his quaking thigh, I leaned up a little to grind back on his tongue. All my inhibitions were gone as I chased my orgasm, and I reached down to take over stroking my dick.

"S-Seb," I panted as he groaned breathlessly and thrust his tongue deep. "I'm… g-going to come. I'm coming—"

I cut myself off with a hoarse cry as my ass clenched around his tongue and I started firing ropes of cum all over his stomach and chest. Seb moaned in bliss, smoothing his big hands over my ass and lower back as he tongued me through it.

When it ended, I groaned in exhausted relief and collapsed onto my back beside him, my head landing on his thigh. As we lay there catching our breath, Seb smoothed his hand over my stomach languidly, his chest rising and falling with a drawn out, sated sigh.

Mouth stretching into a big grin, I lazily stretched and almost nailed him in the chin with my knee. "Oops, sorry."

He chuckled, grabbing my leg to press a kiss to my shin before sitting up. I looked over and grinned wider when I saw the cum sliding down his stomach and matting the hair there. Patting around on the mattress, I found the T-shirt and held it up.

"Here."

He took it and wiped carelessly, but said, "Should probably take a shower."

My head popped up. "Together?"

"Obviously." He smirked at me, flexing his thigh muscles so my head bounced a little, which made me laugh.

"Shweet." I rolled off the bed and almost landed in a heap on the floor, then straightened with a big grin and held out my hand. "Let's go. Then we'll try and find the place in the movie where we stopped watching."

He didn't need my help getting up, but he still smiled and took my hand as he stood. When he lifted me into his arms and started carrying me toward the bathroom, I squawked out a laugh.

"You're getting jizz all over me!"

"It's yours," he rumbled. I could hear the grin in his voice. "Only fair."