Chapter 13

Chapter Thirteen

I fell asleep next to Quinn, breathing in his heady smell, surrounded by his big arms.

I don’t expect to wake up next to a huge, brown, and extremely furry body.

At first, I think I’m still dreaming, so I don’t cry out. I lie there and examine it, wondering if I’ve found myself sleeping with a faux fur blanket I didn’t know I had.

But no. It’s breathing, whatever it is. I can’t see the face high above my head, but furry arms are wrapped around me. There’s something stiff and wet pressed against my belly, and when my eyes trail down the muscular, furry chest in front of me, I find...

A gigantic cock, thick and pink, with a pair of massive bulbs around the base. A dribble of pre-cum has squeezed from the tip, making my belly slick.

The landscaper’s cock. I’d recognize it anywhere, even if it’s far, far bigger than the ones I’ve seen before.

“Quinn?” I say uneasily. Where did he go? This can’t possibly be him. I want to wriggle away, but I don’t want to risk moving too abruptly and waking this animal sleeping next to me. It’s big enough to do some real damage. “Quinn, is that you?”

“Hmm?” a raspy voice says, and I can hear it rumble in the creature’s chest. “Tiff?”

When the big blanket pulls away from me, I can finally look up at its face—and a massive snout with a shiny black nose is right in my face, with white fangs tucked over a curled lip.

I let out a scream. The creature cringes and covers its pointed ears.

“Tiff! Wait!” That’s definitely Quinn’s voice, just pitched down and filled with gravel. “Stop, please! It’s me. It’s Quinn.”

I slap a hand over my mouth, and quickly crab-crawl backwards across the bed to put as much distance between us as possible. Whatever Quinn is now, he’s huge and covered in fur, with a mouth full of sharp, glistening teeth. He has a big, wolflike head, a man’s body—if that man were scaled up with a computer by fifty percent—and big, thick haunches. A fluffy tail lashes back and forth behind him, and he looks like he could eat me whole.

Instead of lunging at me, though, the gigantic monster slides off the bed, hands held up in surrender. It’s such an insecure human gesture that it makes him look, well, ridiculous.

“I’m sorry, Tiff. It’s me.” Quinn’s big yellow eyes tilt with fear and shame. “I promise.”

“What the fuck?” I take in the sight of him, with that massive cock front and center. “What are you?”

He tilts his head. “Is it not obvious?”

“No! I mean, yes! It is! But werewolves aren’t real, and so I’m asking for, like, a different explanation?” I pace around in a circle, waving my hands. “Are you a furry and this is some sort of elaborate fur suit?”

A laugh booms out of him, and it’s definitely Quinn’s laugh. It shows off the dozens of fangs scattered inside his big, long mouth. I can’t believe what I’m looking at.

“Sorry about this.” Quinn gestures down at his waist, where he’s hard as a rock. He gathers the sheet up off the blanket and covers himself with it, but it only makes that tentpole cock look even more absurd. He nods to the bed, where his shirt and pants are shredded from when he clearly split them open during the night. “I might need to borrow some clothes.”

I can’t imagine what clothes I would have that would fit a creature this size.

“It’s really you,” I mutter. I can’t stop staring at him. “Man, is this why you guys are all so weird ?” The howling, the smelling, it all snaps into place. “All four of you are werewolves, aren’t you?”

Quinn shrugs bashfully. “I’m sure Leon was going to tell you at some point.” He swallows. “He’s the alpha.”

“The leader,” I say, echoing Jace from before. “Right.”

I definitely feel like this is the kind of information I should have learned before Leon and Jace fucked me. But looking at Quinn, his shoulders curled tight like he’s waiting for me to lay my judgment on him... I’m not as mad as I ought to be.

Werewolves aren’t real. I knew, until a moment ago, that they didn’t exist. And I wouldn’t believe it unless I was looking at one.

“I guess I understand why you wouldn’t tell someone this,” I say, surveying his massive body. “It’s, uh...”

“Terrifying?” Quinn’s thick, bushy tail lashes nervously behind him.

“Something like that.” But I don’t feel frightened of it. The longer I look at this monster, the more obvious it is that it’s Quinn, with the shape of his eyes and the same mannerisms. That massive cock of his hasn’t softened at all, either.

“I’m sorry,” he says, shoving it down with his hand. “I just have to wait to, uh, stop being horny, and then I’ll change back.”

“That’s what caused it?” He transformed because we were cuddled up next to each other as we slept?

“I don’t have good control.” Quinn sits down on the bed, far away from me. It’s so human, the way he sits, so familiar, even despite the big haunches, that I sit down on the other side of the bed, too, hoping to make him feel a little more comfortable. “Not like my brothers—they can all change at will. But I never got the hang of it. I couldn’t even have a girlfriend after the first time this happened. I had to make up a really wild story to get out of that one.”

I give him a sympathetic smile. “I imagine waking up next to someone like this makes things complicated.”

Quinn nods, then raises one eyebrow in a way that’s distinctly human. Even his lopsided grin, with his long wolf lips drawing back, looks like him.

“But you’re not running for the hills,” he points out.

“I mean, like you said, it’s not as if you have any control over this.” I wave in the general direction of his huge body. “And it doesn’t seem like you’re going to attack me or anything. It’s fascinating, too. I have all kinds of questions for you.”

Quinn’s smile spreads even wider. He lies down on the bed and leans back on his elbows in a way that is, again, distinctly human, though he has long black claws at the ends of his fingers as he taps them on the bed.

“Like what?” he asks. He gestures at his cock under the bedsheet. “This is gonna take a while.” He turns and reaches for his phone on the bedside table. “And I should probably tell Leon that I spilled the beans.”

“Wait.” I have Quinn here, the perfect specimen of his kind. I’m certain his brothers will be unhappy with him for accidentally changing, and it might start all sorts of drama. I want to understand what I’m dealing with while I have this moment. “Don’t tell them yet.”

He blinks up at me. “Why?”

“Just give me a few minutes. I want to understand better.”

Setting the phone back down, Quinn watches me as I slide across the bed toward him. His tail stiffens.

“Can I touch you?” I ask.

He blinks. “Touch me? I mean, sure.” He waggles his claws. “Aren’t you grossed out, though?”

“No,” I answer automatically. I’m fascinated more than anything. I wonder what Quinn looks like when he transforms. His skeleton is completely different like this. Does it hurt?

“Wild,” I say, creeping closer. Quinn watches me carefully but doesn’t move. I pick up his hand and examine the claws, running my fingers from the base to the tip. They aren’t deadly sharp, but dulled at the edges, like a dog’s.

“Wh-what do you think?” Quinn asks as I explore his hands, which are still humanlike, though gigantic, with bare skin on the palms and fingertips. The fur spreading across his body is much softer than I expected.

“It’s cool.” I run my fingers down his arm to his thick chest. How often does someone get to see a real werewolf, in real life? “Shocking, you know, to find out lycanthropy is real.”

A rumbling laugh comes out of him. “It’s not like all that, I promise.”

“Nobody bit you?”

He shakes his head and grins affectionately. “Just my brothers when we were pups. My dad’s a werewolf, my mom’s human. It’s hereditary.”

The more I touch Quinn, though, the more curious I get about him. There’s just one part of his body I can’t see.

“Can I...” I glance down at the tent pole under the sheet. I can’t believe I’m about to ask this. It feels like objectifying him, but my curiosity is getting the better of me. “Can I see what’s under there?”

Quinn looks like he’s been struck by a bolt of lightning. He pokes the shape of his dick under the sheet with a claw. “This?”

I nod. What exactly is a creature like him packing? I only got a glimpse of it earlier, and it entranced me.

Furrowing his brow, Quinn picks up the sheet and drags it down, revealing all of himself. While his balls are furry—goodness, they’re huge, too—the cock that pokes out of his fur sheath is enormous and pink, with veins spreading across the surface down to the lumps at the root. It’s wet all over, and reflexively my hand trails down toward it, over his belly. His muscles tense as I get closer, so I stop.

“Can I touch it?” I ask, my voice quieter. Maybe I shouldn’t want this, but I do. He turned into this because of me . Does that mean his werewolf form has desires, too?

And I’m one of them?

“That will make it take longer to go down,” Quinn says tentatively, but there’s an eagerness in his voice, too. “I won’t object if you want to.”

“It’s Saturday.”

He laughs and curls one clawed hand around his cock, holding it up straight for me. God, it’s huge. Not that I’m surprised given his size.

“Go ahead.”

The head of his dick in this form has an odd shape, not mushroomed like a human one, but still angled for penetration. White leaks from a hole at the tip. Down at the bottom, coming out of the fur sheath, is that lump—the same thing Leon and Jace had, but even bigger and more swollen.

Tentatively, I wrap one hand around the middle of his length, and it’s much too big for me to fit my fingers all the way around. I have to use both hands, and Quinn gasps.

“Oh, shit,” he says, as I drag my fingers up and down, testing him out. My palms skate along on his wetness, and his body jerks with each light stroke.

“Is that why you have, uh,” I run my palm over the big bulge at the bottom, and he lurches under me. “Is that why you guys have these? Because you’re…?”

Quinn’s mouth opens and his long, pink tongue rolls out. “Yup. It’s a knot. All werewolves have them.”

I remember Jace and Leon using this word, too. It felt intense yet great when Jace managed to get it inside me. As a werewolf, though, that “knot” is even bigger.

Would something like that even fit ?

Somehow, just thinking about it is like fire racing up the branches of a tree, spreading from my hips to my arms and legs. I wonder what Quinn would feel like.

I can’t believe I’m thinking of him this way—a literal monster—but he smells just like he did when he was human, and his fur is soft, and his sweet face looks so worried that I’m going to reject him.

I lean in closer, still stroking his cock with my hands, and my tongue flicks out just to taste the tip of him.

“Fuck,” Quinn groans. “Are you serious?”

“Do you not want me to?” I pull away.

His eyes go huge. “No! No, not at all, please.” He awkwardly pats my head, trying to keep his claws away from my hair. “Please do whatever you want.”

I resume stroking, examining him as I go. His balls are contracting as I lick the tip of his cock. I swirl it around in my mouth, then bring it in as far as I can, which is, admittedly, not very far before I can’t take any more. Then I suck, drawing him out again, and Quinn growls. I don’t think that’s the bad kind of growl.

I work faster, gripping his shaft, running my palm over his knot the way Leon showed me. Quinn’s body snaps up when I grip it, and he lets out a low, grumbling moan.

“That’s so good,” he says, panting. “I... Oh, god.” He licks his chops with that long tongue as I speed up my hands and mouth, and drool spills from his fangs. “God, damn, I... I want...”

I pause licking him to ask, “What do you want, Quinn?”

For some reason, this huge, furry monster underneath me, placid and desperate for my mouth, is really turning me on. I feel powerful making him squirm and moan. He could probably tear me to pieces with those claws, but instead he’s gripping the comforter with them like he might fly off it.

“I want to be inside you so bad, Tiff.” The words just tumble out of his mouth. He covers it with one paw, and curses into his palm. “Sorry. No. Pretend I didn’t say that. This was supposed to be?—”

“It’s okay,” I say, slowing down my strokes.

He wants to have sex with me like this? In this massive, furry, werewolf form?

Now that it’s set out in front of me, my pussy clenches, and Quinn stiffens under my hand. He sniffs the air, and his eyes get huge.

“D-do you want that?” he asks uneasily, like he doesn’t dare hope.

I can’t honestly believe myself as I think over my answer. But I want to know what it would be like. He’s bizarre in this form but also beautiful. Terrifying and fearsome but strangely, being with him feels safe.

“Yes,” I finally say, my breaths speeding up. “Yes, I want that.”