Chapter 28

CHAPTER 28

M ax slumped over Charlie.

Joined to her by his knot. And by his mate-bite.

Never in all his life had he experienced a sexual release like this one. It felt like his body had been shattered into a million pieces, scattered to the outer edges of the universe.

It felt like he would never be the old Max again.

That was okay. He no longer wanted to be that Max.

Regaining his breath, he realized he needed to move to make them more comfortable.

“Baby, hang on,” he said, then, clasping his arm around her belly, he flopped onto his side on the mattress and spooned her into him. Still blissfully joined, his knot throbbing in her beautiful tight little cunt. For at least the next half hour, he guessed, they’d be coupled like this. Having never done it before, Max wasn’t entirely sure.

She snuggled back against him.

Max realized that all those dreams as a teen paled into insignificance compared to the reality of knotting his one true mate.

This, with Charlie just now, had far surpassed anything he’d ever imagined.

When they’d finally got their breath back, Charlie laughed. “Wow, that was one amazing rut. And you sure have a smutty mouth on you, Max Hunt, when you choose to let it loose.”

“You liked it?”

“I loved it. Couldn’t you tell?”

“It certainly seemed like it turned you on.” He hesitated. “Charlie, I didn’t use contraception. I probably should have, but…”

“Shhh, this is our mate courtship. What will be, will be.” He had to admit to a frisson of pleasure at the thought of Charlie having their cubs. Whether sooner, or later.

He was open to it all.

They cuddled up and dozed for a while, and then Max realized his knot had reduced in size enough that they could separate. Gently he withdrew from her, registering the gush of hot liquid, his and hers, that followed.

She turned to face him now and they kissed, long and sweet. When he drew away, Max looked down at the bite on her neck, which was now seeping blood.

“I bit you, I’m sorry.”

“How can you be sorry?” She reached up to the side of her neck and touched it. “It’s a gift.”

“It’s bleeding.”

“Do I need witch hazel and wolfbane lotion?”

“Heck Charlie, I didn’t turn you into a wolf. It was a mate-bite.”

“And I love it. But Max, honestly, I’d be happy to become wolf for you.”

Max grimaced. “Not sure your mom would approve. I think I have enough work to do to win her over. Turning you into a werewolf might not go in my favor.”

Charlie giggled. “She’d come round. She loves me. And she’ll love you too.”

Max grunted. His sense of Shirley Sullivan was that she wasn’t going to be the easiest mother-in-law. But hey, he’d do anything for Charlie.

After he’d carried her into the shower and they’d bathed together, they cuddled up by the fire, snug in two big furs that had been left for them. Max gazed around the cottage. “So this is ours for how long?”

“Two whole nights.”

“Hmmm.” He kissed the top of her head, imagining all the ways he was going to make love to her over the next forty-eight hours.

“So tell me, big wolf man, what happened up there in the mountains?” Charlie asked. “When you were chasing me, I didn’t recognize you at first. You seemed bigger, even fiercer and more powerful than the first time.”

“I guess I got in touch with the wildest part of myself. And yeah, I’m finally happy to admit to being alpha—a quiet, introverted kind of alpha.” Charlie snorted, and even he had to laugh at that. Hugging her close, he proceeded to tell her about the days he’d spent wandering with his pack, his visit to his father’s grave. He told her about chasing the scent of ogres, but stopped short of explaining how he’d pulled down a goat and devoured it with his cousins. What had seemed so natural up in the mountains wouldn’t necessarily translate so well in this cozy cottage.

She listened intently, stroking his chest.

“Did you get my text message?” she asked finally.

“What text message?”

“About meeting me at the rut.”

He laughed. “Didn’t have my phone up there, babe.”

“Then how…?”

“I scented you on the wind. I knew where to find you.”

“Oh—ah, that’s kind of—amazing.”

“Seems I’m made to rut after all, at least with one woman.”

She said in a small voice, “Might you, possibly, be interested in going again?”

He pulled back and looked at her nibbling on her lip, her eyes sultry and inviting.

“What—now?”

“Why not? You’ve only really chased me properly as your wolf. What about chasing me as a man through the woods? We have these furs to wear. And there’s some pretty wild fun happening out there.”

Max felt his cock stir. His desire for her was insatiable. And he was so damn comfortable with his need to chase Charlie now.

His heart filled with a burst of pure joy. Charlie had led him to this. And now his life would be all the more amazing because of her.

The future looked wonderful. Filled with love, with his pack—two packs—siring and parenting cubs with the woman he loved. Not to mention the books that he and Charlie would write together.

He couldn’t wait to share it all with her.

With a growl, Max stood, flexing his muscles. Feeling his cock hardening and ready to rut wildly all over again, he wrapped the furs around his body.

“You’ve got a sixty second head start,” he growled, slapping her ass as she squealed and made for the door. “And then I’m coming after you, my mate.”

This time, as she ran, Charlie’s fear was edged with joy. It was the kind of excitement she’d gotten as a kid on fairground rides. Certain that the thrill would land her safely back on the ground.

She would always be on safe ground with Max.

She ran toward the main part of the rut. She heard and saw folks all around, bodies intertwined, legs and arms and breasts, tails and horns and wings and scales. Everyone having so much fun. Squeals of laughter, high-pitched orgasmic cries, and deep belly groans peppered the air as beasts and humans fucked and had fun.

Her pussy may be still swollen and a little sore from taking Max’s knot, but she was wet enough, ready enough to go again.

She was so busy gawking at an orgy that Gina was definitely part of it, all flying legs and tits, that she didn’t look where she was going and ran smack bang into a hard chest.

Two arms came round her, and she looked up into Max’s sharply contoured face.

“Have I caught you already?” His smile was so damn sexy. So wolfish.

She pulled back, giggling. “I don’t know. Maybe I’ve caught you ,” she said, feeling down his body to where his cock was tenting the fur cloak. With a moan, she sank and parted the furs, took him in her mouth as he growled out dirty words. It was wild and wanton, and she didn’t care if anyone saw.

And even more exciting was that Max didn’t give a damn either, as he held her head and let her work him.

He groaned, and she squeezed his knot and felt it swell and fill her palm. Her pussy ached and begged to take him, but she wanted to pleasure him first.

But Max had other ideas.

He pulled her up to face him, then laid her back on the ground. Bent her legs up and threw one over each of his shoulders. The ripple of pecs and abs on his torso, the corded muscles of his thighs as he knelt over her, the hard planes of his face as he eased his cock into her, made a little sob of desire burst out of her.

She arched her back, pushed her hips off the ground and with her hand guided his cock into her. He stayed braced above her, that sexy as hell muscle jumping in his jaw, eyes glowing red and gold.

Her wild, wicked wolf man.

As he entered her, Charlie opened to him. At first his thrusts were slow, the pleasure intense as his cock nudged her G-spot, his hips canting faster as their rhythm met and rose in unison. He pressed her down into the leaves, and his body was a beloved weight on her as her legs came round and straddled his butt. And now his heavy breath was at her throat, and she was rocking against him, the fullness of his knot coiling the pleasure higher by the second.

“Are you mine?” Max ground out, his eyes burning into hers.

“Yes, I’m yours.”

“Is this sweet cunt all mine?”

“Always. Is this knot all mine?”

“Oh, fuck yeah, babe. Always and forever yours. I love you, my wild little rut whore.”

“I love you, my wicked wolf man.”

And with that, Max let out a triumphant howl as he pounded into her, rutting her like she’d always dreamed he would.

As her orgasm built, the second of the night—or was it the third? Really, who was counting—Charlie clung to her beloved wolf as a myriad of fireworks burst in the sky above.