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I wanted him so fucking bad.
I’d missed him.
I’d missed him, missed him, missed him.
The chase had been enough.
And now, I just?—
Docile and sweet, I pressed my face into the dirt, arched my back, and shoved my ass against his crotch. Mutt was hard. Because of course he was. He’d probably been hard since the moment he’d caught my scent. I’d been able to see his dick as we ran, but feeling it was different.
The thick, meaty length of him shoved against my ass. Greedy. Because he was always greedy when I was involved. He’d swallow me whole if he could.
“Good bitch,” Mutt growled, voice low and throaty. “What a good bitch. So good.”
They were the first words he’d spoken to me since he’d found me in the woods, and I shuddered, head spinning. All my thoughts fled at once. My cock ached and my hole clenched—still slick from earlier when I’d fucked myself on my dildo while I was waiting to be picked up for the party.
Fuck.
Fuck.
I felt empty.
So fucking empty.
I’d never wanted another man’s dick like this before, but I found myself craving it now. Would it be warm? That was my main complaint with dildos. Took them a while to warm up. Would it feel as good as I hoped? Thick and velvety slick, hard—pounding into the places inside me that made my eyes roll back and my balls tingle.
“Please,” I managed, voice rough. My nails bit into the dirt, the scent of earth clogging my nose. I wished then that I was a wolf. If I was a wolf I’d be able to hear Mutt’s heartbeat, to smell him, to sense him with every fiber of my being.
There wouldn’t be a single part of me that wasn’t full of him.
My mind, my heart, my lungs, my ass.
Mutt growled, a low threatening sound when I started to wiggle. His hands were possessive as they bit into my hips, his teeth gnawing at the back of my neck as if to say “hold still.” With a jerky thrust, he rutted against me, the full length of him pushing against my clothed ass.
I sagged again, though I ached to reach between my legs and get my pants open. I missed the hand on my cock the second it was gone, but hip-grabbing was good too. As was this, the steady needy twitch of his hips, like he just couldn’t help himself.
Like he needed me.
Like his mind was so far gone he couldn’t even figure out how pants worked.
I could admit I had a thing for his particular brand of manhandling.
“Please,” I gasped out again.
Mutt, despite being half-feral, took pity on me. Because the hands on my hips, holding me still as he rutted against me, slid around to the front. Halle-fucking-lujah. Clumsy fingers tore at the button on my jeans. His claws pricked my skin—not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make me shiver.
And then my jeans were being pushed down, and my ass was exposed—still slick—and Mutt was whining against the back of my neck like a man possessed. The wet hot crown of his cock pushed against my asshole, slip-sliding through my sweaty crease as he panted, needy and desperate—the same way I’d felt all week without him.
Before, if you’d asked me if I wanted my first time getting fucked to be in the middle of the woods with a werewolf, I would’ve told you to fuck the fuck off. But apparently…I hadn’t known myself at all, because I found myself aching, greedy, desperate as Mutt rutted against me.
Every sweaty push of his cock inside my crack shoved his crown against my entrance. Kissing it. Teasing. Because I wanted it in, in, in, and he did too.
“C’mon, c’mon—” I gasped out, spreading my legs wider, as wide as I could with my jeans still half on. I wasn’t sure when he’d gotten his pants down too but it didn’t matter. Didn’t matter as he grabbed my hips again and his rutting grew less controlled. Twigs dug into my knees, and the woods rustled around us, peaceful and quiet, as I sobbed, empty-empty-empty. “I’m ready,” I begged, hole clenching. “I’m ready. I want you in. Please, please, Alpha. I need it—I need?—”
“Jeffrey,” Mutt’s voice was a low crackling warning, muffled because he refused to let loose the back of my neck.
“Please, baby. I need it. I need it?—”