Chapter 14

Chapter Fourteen

“Leon’s going to kill me,” Quinn says, scrambling up to his knees.

He doesn’t even ask before he yanks my legs apart, tips forward, and buries his snout in me. That cold nose makes me gasp. Then his big tongue lances out and drags up my labia to my clit, and holy shit. I’ve never felt anything like that. It slides down again, and I didn’t realize just how big that tongue of his is until it tries to fit inside me.

But after the way Jace took me the other night, it manages to slide in. With a groan of delight, Quinn twists his tongue around, fucking me hard, his huge jaws open and his teeth dripping saliva all over me. It feels unbelievable, exquisite, absolutely divine. He groans as he withdraws and then laves across my clit again, making all my muscles clench and shiver. I can feel his claws biting into the flesh of my thighs as he jams that amazing tongue inside me again and then swallows, as if scooping all my fluids out of me.

“Fuck,” Quinn-the-werewolf grunts, his hot, panting breaths against my pussy making me twitch. He licks my clit between words. “You… taste… incredible.”

I’m flying higher and higher as he works my body, that huge tail of his wagging wildly behind him. Tremors travel through me, and I can’t help but grip the soft fur of his head to root myself to the earth. When I reach his pointed, furry ears and dig my fingers in, Quinn lets out a hum of pleasure.

Then I can’t stand it anymore. I combust, a pure rocket of sensation, and my hips jolt up into his jaws. The tips of his fangs press into my belly, never breaking the skin, and the wolf moans as I feel myself squirt. Fuck, that hasn’t ever happened with someone else before. With a snarl, he laps it all up, and I jerk my sensitive pussy away.

Hurriedly Quinn gets up again, sitting back on his huge haunches. That strange cock of his, with its sloped head and bulging shaft, is even more swollen than before.

“I’ve never done this,” he admits, palming himself with one paw. The entire bed bends under his weight as he shifts nervously.

“At all?” I ask, still shivering from my orgasm. That makes me nervous. Will it even fit?

“Not in this form.” Quinn crawls up the bed on four legs until he’s crouching over me, wet pre-cum dribbling onto my belly. “The, um, anatomy is different.” He repositions his hips a few times with a frown, like he’s trying to figure out the best way to bring our bodies together.

“No kidding,” I say, to bring some levity to this, but his ears pin back in what looks like shame. Something about this huge, monstrous creature behaving so awkward and afraid is deeply endearing.

I run a hand up his furry cheek, and Quinn-the-werewolf leans into it. “I’ve never done this, either, if that helps,” I say, grinning.

He snorts, and I like the way his wolfish smile peels back his lips. “I’m glad to hear that.” He leans down closer so his wet nose touches my ear. “Then I get to be the first werewolf cock to taste you. And feel you. And fuck you.”

The words send a bolt of lightning straight through me. This massive creature hovers over me, waiting for the word. I imagine that big cock of his trying to fit into me, and my pussy already knows what it wants.

“Then do it,” I whisper, reaching down to squeeze his knot.

Quinn groans, burying his snout in my hair. Then, he pulls back, and his lips curl in a snarl. Kneeling on his huge haunches, he grabs my hips with both paws, clearly trying to keep his claws from damaging me. He yanks me up by my ass and positions himself over me, his odd build forcing me to keep my hips elevated and my legs spread wide. That monstrous cock is weeping, the slit pulsing as he breathes and even more pre-cum dribbles down. Quinn slides the thick head between my folds, searching for...

“Oh!” I cry out. He’s already trying to push it in, and my body fights immediately.

“Damn,” Quinn grunts. “It’s not going to fit.”

He breathes hard, then tries again. This time the head slides in a little deeper before he meets firm resistance. My entrance is trying to accommodate him, but he’s so big. Too big.

Quinn yanks his cock away and, sliding his big paws underneath me, drops his head down to lick me furiously. He delves deep into me with his tongue, then flattens it, the strong edges spreading me open. I squirm and moan in a combination of pleasure and discomfort as he twists it around, convincing my entrance to widen. When I’m soaked and he’s thoroughly spread me, he positions my hips in front of him and stares down raptly as he grips his cock, pushing it inside me.

More of him fits this time, just a little more. Quinn’s lips peel back, revealing all of his teeth and his pink gums, and his ears are pinned down. An animal fire is coming over him, and he shoves in again, urging me open. I feel my skin pinch—but then my channel gives enough that the tip slides through.

“Ah, damn!” Quinn’s neck curls and his shoulders bunch up, all the hair on his mane and back standing up on end. His voice is helpless. “Tiff, I can’t hold back?—”

With a sudden, animalistic grunt, Quinn pushes inside me. I cry out as he breaches me, forcing me wide for him. My whole body convulses as he suddenly stills himself.

“Oh, god, I’m so sorry,” he says, withdrawing his cock. “I just can’t control it.”

“Hey.” I raise a hand up to his furry muzzle. It felt just as incredible as it did uncomfortable, and I want more. I want to get used to him, so I can really, truly feel him. “Do it again.”

“Again?” Quinn asks, dumbfounded. Then his canine eyebrows lower mischievously. “Oh, I can do it again.”

This time, when that thick cock of his burrows in, he reaches farther. He groans as he sinks into me, one arm curling possessively around my back, holding me up off the bed. On his next thrust, though, he goes even deeper, and I cringe as it touches something supremely sensitive inside me.

“Aw, fuck,” he says, pulling back out, his brows tilted in worry. “You’re small. I forgot.”

Panting, I pet the tip of his snout. “It’s okay.”

“I’ll remember,” he says, like a Boy Scout, and then that massive, pink, slippery cock fills me up again.

Despite the animal vigor taking over him, Quinn is careful, never bottoming out inside me. When I look down, I find that he’s not even all the way sheathed in me, and that big, fat knot of his isn’t even close to the spread lips of my pussy. There’s no way that could ever fit.

A knowing grin lifts his mouth on one side.

“Someday,” Quinn growls, his thrusts growing faster, “you’ll take my knot.”

Just the thought makes me moan. I wonder how many times I’d have to orgasm for that.

Quinn strokes in and out of me with care, his snout bunched up in a snarl as he focuses on where our bodies are linked. The strange shape of him is stimulating all sorts of new nerve endings, and stretched as far open as I am, my body responds to every single stroke.

“Jesus, they were right,” Quinn groans, his claws squeezing my flesh. “I can’t believe how well you fit me.”

Some drool drips off his fangs, and he leans his head down close to mine, his breath tickling my face. I open my mouth as if to kiss him and he opens his, then his tongue snakes out, darting between my lips. I moan as it slides down my throat, filling up my mouth just as full as he’s filling my pussy. He groans into me, his teeth gently prodding my forehead and my jaw as he thrusts faster and faster, sinking more and more of that cock into me with every pump of his haunches.

“Oh, Quinn,” I moan into him, burying my fingers in his scruff. My legs wrap as far around his waist as they can, and he pulls his tongue out of me so he can sit further back. He drags my hips high up into the air as he fucks me, his big jaws open, his gaze riveted on my body.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he grits out, his lips curling up in a snarl. “The way your tits bounce every…” He drives his cock into me again. “Time… I…” Then again. “Fill you up.”

He snatches up my legs in his arms, slinging them over his elbows so he can fit even more inside me. He’s ravenous, mad with animal lust. He leans forward, his big tongue lolling out to wrap around one of my nipples. It makes my pussy clench around him even harder, and his eyes roll back in his head.

“God, babe, you’re incredible.”

And that’s when it comes for me. It’s like a train, how hard my climax hits me. I scream, full-throated, and Quinn plunges into me harder. His grip tightens, digging his claws in, as he makes beastly noises that must be sounds of pleasure. His big, yellow eyes look almost pained as he crests.

“I’m going to come,” he moans, and then suddenly, there’s even more of him inside me than before.

My pussy stretches, desperate to accommodate his swelling cock, and I writhe and cry out as it hurls me into another powerful orgasm. I can feel that thick lump at the root of his shaft nudging at my entrance, but it’s far, far too big.

Quinn snarls and thrusts hard, and for the first time in my life, I can actually feel his hot ejaculate shoot against my walls with a shocking force. He whines as he pumps a few more times, and he empties so much of his cum inside me that I feel it stream down my ass in a river, onto my bedspread.

With a grunt, Quinn falls down onto the bed, barely holding himself up over me with one arm. His tongue lolls out as he pants, his hot breath covering my face.

“Fuck,” he mutters. He suddenly licks me from chin to forehead, and it makes my pussy flutter and shiver. He groans, dropping his big snout to the comforter above my head. “God damn, I’ve never felt anything like that.”

“Neither have I,” I say breathlessly, reaching around behind his head to stroke his fur. He moans and rubs against me. “Not in my whole life.”

We’re both still panting as the storm clears. Slowly and gently, Quinn pulls himself out, but it can’t be helped. I wince because this wasn’t completely without a price. The skin around my entrance must have torn a little, but I was too overcome by agonizing pleasure to notice at the time.

“I’m sorry,” Quinn says regretfully, and pulls my legs apart to see what damage he’s done. His huge tongue darts out, sweeping up my sensitive pussy, lapping up all of himself and me until I’m completely clean. Then he smooths the soft heel of his paw over it, sighing. “Damn. He’s going to be pissed.”

“Who?” I ask, sitting up as much as my exhausted body will allow.

“Leon.” When Quinn looks at me again, I find that he’s changing. His snout is receding, his fur disappearing to reveal human skin again. Quinn’s body shrinks, and it’s not long before he’s back to himself, his cock now quiet between his legs. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

I frown at him. “Why not? It’s your body. I’m the one who said ‘yes.’”

Quinn nods, acknowledging this. “You don’t understand, though. He tells us what to do.” He scratches the back of his head. “And this wasn’t on the to-do list.”

I shrug. “He can get over it.” When I sit up, though, even more white fluid streams out of me, making me squint. “I think I need a shower after all that, though. Do you want one, too?”

Quinn sits up eagerly. “Yes, please.”