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Jul 7

Bring This Poor Dog In From The Rain

So i actually lost the real request but heres a copy of it: If not might I suggest another Werewolf!James but let's say he is older(like current!James) and probably hasn't had a rut in years, until he stumbles upon the reader, who's young and not a werewolf herself but her scent strangely reawakens his mating cycle and he is unable to control himself around her. Firstly maybe he tries to avoid her but at some point comes back begging her to be his mate cuz he can't keep going like this.

Wordcount: 21.3k

Warnings: age gap (reader is 21 and James is 60-62), James is the reader’s dad’s best friend so if you’re not into that don’t read, mention of James getting a divorce but its not specific, SIZE KINK, mild blood and gore (this is a werewolf fic what did you expect), James is lowkey pathetic, sad old man, needy James :), lowkey femdom for a hot minute, praise kink (it goes both ways), biting, pain kink, James and the reader are both switches, more like they both get lost in the sauce, completely unrealistic sex, massive cock, heavy breeding kink, the type of sex where you’re too far gone to really care what’s going on

AN: i kinda tweaked the story a little from how the prompt said but i think it still answers most of it. I know its been literally forever (2 months) since i posted a fic but i hope this makes up for it. anyways i stayed up till 3 am on a school day to finish this so i hope y'all enjoy.

Gold-green grass blurred outside your window, the summer sun rising blinding overhead. Led Zeppelin played faintly over the radio, the song fading in and out as you drove beyond the towers' range. Your beat up, old Impala hurtled down the interstate, the low hum of the road mixing with your radio. Nothingness surrounded you, a flat expanse stretching out on either side of you for miles, bordered by towering mountains that cut off the horizon. It seemed like forever since you saw a town, the wilderness beside you bleeding all into one vision of green. You blinked your heavy eyes, a yawn bubbling up in your chest. Your last stop had been several hours ago when you had left after spending the night in some highway town in Utah, the halfway point between San Francisco and Vail. Roads crisscrossed along the mountainsides in the distance, the only sign of civilization other than the freeway you were on. Summer bloomed in the valley surrounding you, wildflowers dotting the land around the interstate.

A sort of lightness filled you now that the school year was over and you were out of the Bay Area. Your dad has sent you off for the summer, stating that you needed real world experience for your resume. His friend, James, owned an auto repair shop just outside of Vail and had offered to take you under his wing when your dad had brought up the issue. It had been years since you had last seen James, not since before he had packed up and left California for the wilderness of Colorado over a decade ago. The man you remembered was sweet, funny in a dorky way, someone you missed seeing. Tapping your fingers on the steering wheel you sighed, shifting in your seat. Things had changed in the years since you had seen James, you had grown. You wondered if he was still the same person you remembered from birthday parties and backyard barbeques.

Butterflies flitted in your stomach and you looked over to your nav, nervous excitement filling you when you saw your destination getting closer on the map. You had never been this far from home, or been away from your parents for so long. Going to school at Berkeley meant that you were never more than a few minutes drive from home so the now sixteen hours between you and there seemed daunting. But it would be a good thing, you told yourself, you needed to be able to figure out who you were without your mom or dad butting in on you. And, anyways it was probably for the best that you were getting out of the city after the awful breakup that happened at the end of your last semester. Some time in Colorado would clear your head and you’d be good as new when the fall came.

In front of you the road seemed to stretch on forever, shadows from trees on either side of you shortening as the sun rose overhead. Signs of life started to appear around you; roads veered off from the interstate, billboards cropped up advertising dinners in the next town. Flicking on your blinker, you peeled off the highway, turning onto a shoddily paved county road. More trees surrounded you, shading your drive as you climbed further into the mountains. You made another turn, this time onto a dirt road, taking you further up and away from the lowlands. When you crested a hill you peered down into the valley, the towns of Vail and Avon spreading out in the distance. The road twisted, taking you deeper into the forest. Your map ended, the road cutting off on the screen. You kept driving, hoping you were going in the right direction.

After another few minutes of driving a wrought-iron gate came into sight, blocking your path. A circled ‘H’ was in the middle of it, a sign that you were in the right place. You pressed the clicker your dad had given you before you left and it swung open. Driving through, you continued on the path, winding your way up and up the hill until you finally reached the top. Across a large yard sat the main house, nestled in by bushes and some small trees. It was probably the largest house you had ever seen, made up of exposed stone and dark beams and glass. From afar it looked more like a ski resort than a home. The closer you got the more you noticed, like the little apiary off in the side yard and the few animal skulls piled near the front porch. Sitting on the porch was who you could only assume to be James, relaxing out in an arm chair, holding a cup of coffee. As you drove closer he stood, waving you over. You turned into the massive circle drive, putting the car in park when you pulled up to the house. James was already rounding the hood by the time you had killed the engine and taken the keys out of the ignition, a huge smile on his face. Opening the door, you stood only to be pulled up into James’ arms before you could get your bearings. You wrapped your arms around him the best you could, burying your face in his chest. He smelled like pine and firewood, like something warm and safe and reminded you of home. Tears pricked in your eyes when you realized just how long it had been since you last saw him and you sniffled, not wanting to cry into his shirt. He set you down, his hands staying on your waist.

“Oh my God, I missed you so much kiddo.” James grinned, his blue eyes gleaming. He had changed since you last saw him, his hair long gone silver and he had more wrinkles on his face. But age suited him, made him look refined, handsome. He had also gotten more tattoos, his arms and hands completely covered, a bit of ink creeping up from the white collar of his t-shirt. Something about him had your cheeks heating and you blinked hard, trying to push away that train of thought.

“I missed you too, James. San Rafael hasn’t felt the same since you left.”

He squeezed your waist at your words, chuckling. Your heart shuttered at the way his hands took up most of your torso.

“Ohh, you’re too sweet, kid, always were. And look at you, you’re all grown up.” James dropped his hands from your waist, taking a step back and placing them on his hips. You smiled bashfully at the comment, too flustered to speak for a moment.

“Yeah, I guess I am, I don’t feel like it though.” You brought your hand up, running your fingers through your hair, a nervous habit.

“What are you now? 23?” James said with a teasing lilt to his voice. He dragged his hand over his mouth, smoothing down his mustache. The facial hair was new but you liked it, it suited him. In your opinion everything suited him.

“21,” you replied. “Basically geriatric.”

James laughed dryly, rolling his eyes. He looked over your shoulder to your car and nodded at it.

“How ‘bout I grab your bags so you can get settled in.” He walked around you, pulling the latch and popping open your trunk. He grabbed your two duffle bags with a soft grunt, hauling them up and out of your car. The muscles in his arms flexed and you got an appreciation of just how strong he was underneath the bulk. James had seemed to have gotten bigger with time, filling out his already huge frame. You followed him as he made his way up the front steps and onto the porch, setting your bags down to hold open the door.

“After you,” James murmured, holding his hand out. Stepping through the doorway you gasped, your eyes going wide. The interior was much like the exterior, all exposed beams and stone accents. The ceilings were high and vaulted, making the already spacious room feel even bigger. In front of you was a huge den, massive leather couches were arranged around a fireplace, a tv sitting on the mantle. Shoulder mounts filled the walls, deer, elk, and ram all lined up above windows. Hunting, gun, and car books decorated the tables around the room, a few mugs sitting on top of them. Off to the side you could sort of see into the kitchen and dining room. James closed the door behind him, rounded you, and motioned for you to follow him up the stairs.

“Your place is nice.” You called from behind him while making your way up. The upstairs seemed as big as the rest of the house, the landing breaking up the area, two hallways continuing out from either side of you.

“Thanks, kiddo. Took forever to fix up. I’ll tell you the story some day.”

Once you were both upstairs you followed him down a short hallway that was decorated with framed pictures of James and friends on fishing trips. He opened the door in front of him, stepping in and placing your bags on the bed. The room was bigger than you expected, with floor to ceiling windows filling up the far wall. The bedding and upholstery was all done in a light blue which left the room feeling soft and cozy. On the far dresser there was a vase with wildflowers in it, and a couple small pictures of the Colorado wilderness decorating the surface. You set your purse down on the bedside table, flicking on the lamp that sat on it.

“Well, here it is.” James said, gesturing to the room. He had this hopeful smile on his face that made your heart twist a bit in your chest. Clearing your throat, you nodded, smiling.

“It’s perfect. It’s even better than my place back home, I love it.” You ran your fingers over the end table. The lacquered surface was cool to the touch. James was beaming across the room, his fingers fidgeting with his belt loops. He took a step towards you, the rug muffling his heavy bootsteps. The light blue of his eyes was electric in the late afternoon light and you found yourself unable to look away.

“I’m glad you like it.” He rocked back on his heels, carding his fingers through his hair. “I was gonna run by the shop for a bit. Do you wanna come or stay here and rest?”

“I’ll go with you.” The words were out of your mouth almost before he was done speaking, eagerness washing over you. Something about him had you desperate to be around him. You tried not to dwell on that for too long.

“Good, good. I was hoping you’d come.” James’ eyes darted around your face, his gaze leaving a trail of heat in his wake. You swallowed hard, your cheeks burning at his words. You fought the urge to frown at the way your chest went tight at the sight of him. James broke up your thoughts, walking by you and patting your shoulder, your skin left tingling from his touch. Your brain seemed to misfire and you stood there frozen before turning and trailing behind him. He took a turn at the end of the stairs leading you through the den and along the back wall. The windows look out on the rest of the property, a sea of rolling hills dotted with a few trees. It was idyllic, picturesque and you found yourself suddenly overwhelmed with the urge to stay there forever. You then walked through what you assumed to be had to be the mudroom with the pile of boots and shoes over in the corner.

The garage was bright when you stepped into it, the industrial lighting hard on your head. It was huge as well, four cars lined up side by side in the pristine space. There was a workstation over on the far wall, all the tools ordered meticulously, everything in its right spot. James headed over to the massive truck in the middle of the line up. The Ford F-250 was jet black and big enough that you needed a hand from James to get in. He helped you up, the hand he placed on your lower back sent shivers up your spine. The engine roared to life and then you were off, pulling out of the garage and onto the driveway. James reached over, resting his hand on the back of your seat. His fingers wrapped around the leather, the tips of them brushing your hair. You traced over the lines of his body with your eyes, zeroing in on the curve of his biceps through the thin cotton t-shirt he was wearing. Trailing down his arms you focused on his hands, on the tattoos that decorated them, the dark ink a contrast to his tan skin. They were unfairly big, his fingers spread out, taking up most of the steering wheel. They reminded you of bear paws. You flushed at the thought and shifted your gaze, trying to distract yourself. Unfortunately your eyes dropped to his lap and you almost choked on air at the sight of his thighs, and the faintest outline of something in his jeans. You wanted to slap yourself silly for thinking like that; he was your dad’s friend, but that didn’t stop the embers of desire stirring in your core.

Turning your head you looked out the window, trying to distract yourself. James turned on the radio, classic rock playing softly over the stereo system. You hummed along, a smile dancing across your lips at the lyrics of Still the Same.

“You like it?” James’ deep voice cut through the music. You suppressed a shudder.

“Hmm?” You twisted in your seat, turning to look at him. The car seat was nice, nicer than anything you were used to. Soft leather supported you and you curled up in the seat, tucking your legs underneath yourself.

“The song?” He flicked a glance to you before focusing back on the road. His right hand dropped from the wheel and rested on the center console. He tapped the rhythm, his fingers flexing with each movement. You couldn’t help but take a look, your mouth going dry.

“Oh, yeah. I love Seger and really anything classic rock.” Absent-mindedly you brought your thumb up to your lip and began gnawing on your nail. Your heart skipped a beat at the way his face lit up at your words.

“Good, that’s good, kid. You were raised right.” He said with a chuckle. He reached over, patting your thigh. Even after he set his hand back down, your skin was ablaze from his touch.

“Yeah, yeah, I guess I was.” You mused. Both of you fell silent, the radio the only noise filling the cab. The countryside blurred together in a green and blue blob. A smile broke on your lips; James still had a lead foot after all these years. On the left of the highway the town of Vail rose up out of nowhere, the perfectly crafted resort town sitting prettily against the base of the mountain.

“So,” you began, “tell me what’s new with you.”

James sighed, a heavy thing, and ran his fingers over his mustache.

“Well, uh, I don’t know if your dad mentioned it but I, uh, got divorced.” He lifted his left hand from the steering wheel and held it in front of you. The ring finger was noticeably bare, you remembered the thick silver band he used to wear.

“Yeah I think he might have. I’m sorry.” You hadn’t known his wife, ex-wife, that well, she had always been in the periphery of your childhood memories. James winced, chewing on his bottom lip.

“Don’t be, it’s fine now. Stuff like that happens as you get older, things just sort of fall apart and you have to keep going.” He met your eyes in the rearview mirror but broke away after a second, his blue eyes swimming with shame. “It’s all over, it was a couple of years ago, God it’s got to have been at least ten by now, Jesus…”

He trailed off, his fingers working, picking at the seam of the steering wheel. You nodded, taking it all in. Sentences built and died on your tongue a couple times over and you sat there, unsure of what to say.

“Sorry about getting all depressing there for a second.” He said with a strained smile. “What about you? I’m sure your love life has fared better than mine.”

It was your turn to wince and avoid eye-contact.

“No, not really.”

“Really? I figured a pretty girl like you would have all the guys eating out the palm of your hand.”

The compliment came out of left-field, rendering you speechless for a second. You snapped your mouth shut, swallowing the half-squeal half-giggle you were about to let out at the praise. His words left your head feeling stuffed full of cotton, your body going hot. It was almost enough to distract you from the sinking pit in your stomach that opened up at the reminder of your last relationship.

“I mean I was with this one guy forever. We started dating during senior years of high school and everything seemed great for a while, we even went to the same college. Then like at the end of last semester he started to get weird and distant but I didn’t want to be pushy so I didn’t say anything.” You paused, taking a breath. “Things just kept getting worse and worse and then two weeks before finals I walked in on him and my roommate in bed together. That’s kinda why I’m spending the summer out here, my whole friend group blew up because of it and I just needed to get out of Berkeley.”

James had turned down the radio while you were speaking and silence filled the truck when you were done. You couldn’t bring yourself to look over at him and hung your head, focusing on your hands instead. Dragging your thumb nail over your cuticles you winced at the scape over the already raw skin. Your brow furrowed when ruby red blood bubbled up, pooling in the crevice of your nailbed. A cocktail of shame and mortification flowing through your veins.

“D’ya want me to kill him?” James’ voice broke through the heavy silence and you couldn’t hold back the manic peal of laughter that slipped from your lips. You whipped your head up to look at him, your jaw dropping. There was no smile on his face like you expected there to be, no glint in his eyes that told you that he was joking. His hands were clenched around the steering wheel, his knuckles white and jutting out from the skin. His breath came out in heavy puffs, his chest heaving and jaw twitching. Something danced across his eyes, a flash of gold that was there one second and gone the next. It must’ve been a trick of the light.

You shook your head, disbelieving; no one else had reacted like that when you told them, sure there had been pitying stares but no one had been angry for you, no one shared your outrage. It took you a moment before you were able to speak again.

“It’s fine, really. I should probably be over it by now.”

James made a low, distressed noise and rolled his neck.

“No, no.” He huffed before stopping himself. “Don’t do that, don’t dismiss yourself. You deserve better.”

You had to twist away from him for a moment, furiously blinking back the sheen of tears that filled your eyes. Your throat ached, tight and sore while you tried to push out an exhale. You weren’t going to cry, you told yourself, you were a grown woman, you were not going to cry just because someone comforted you. James for his part stayed silent, letting you work through what was going on in your head. You shifted back to him, fiddling with your thumbs in your lap.

“I’m gonna take a break from relationships.” You uttered, just to give yourself something to say. James hummed, bobbing his head in agreement.

“That’s probably a good idea, take some time for yourself and figure things out.” His voice was soft now, not the low growl it had been. He dropped his hand back down to the console, his fingers stretching out towards you. You ignored your want to take his hand.

“How about school? How’s that going?” James looked over to the sideview mirror, his eyes meeting yours in it. He gave you a smile, baring his pearly white teeth to you. Staring for a second for a second longer than you should have you noticed just how sharp James’ canines were, disproportionately bigger than the rest of his teeth. You brushed the thought off, scolding yourself for staring.

“School’s good. I’m gonna be graduating next spring, which is crazy. I still need to figure out what I want to do with my degree.” You grimaced, the impending doom of college being over weighed heavy on your heart.

“Hey, hey, don’t stress, you still got time.” He fixed a goofy grin on his lips. “And anyways, if nothing works out you could always just stay working for me.” He said with a laugh.

“Y’know that might actually happen. I wouldn’t mind staying out here and you’re paying more than any job I’ve had before.” A giddy rush went to your head at the thought of staying, of staying with James.

“Good.” He grunted, then softer. “You’re a good girl, you deserve it.”

The praise had your heart doing something funny in your chest and you ducked your head, hiding behind your hair. If James noticed the effects his words had on you he didn’t say anything, just kept on humming along to the radio. He pulled off the highway, taking the road that went into town. You kept your eyes glued to the window as you continued on your drive, taking in the sight of the almost too perfect village. It was a little unnerving how everything seemed like it was taken out of a catalog and dropped in its place. It was beautiful though and the deeper you went into town the nicer things got. James drove away from the resort and into the residential part of town, the houses getting more jaw dropping with each block. You moved through the neighborhood and into the more industrious area, but even the warehouses were pretty in their own sort of way. Trees and shrubbery dotted the properties, making them feel full of life. He turned onto a quieter street, a dead-end sign at the mouth of the road.

At the end sat a wide gravel drive, cars lining it on either side. They were gorgeous, custom models and even though you didn’t know much about cars you knew enough to know that they were nicer than anything you had ever laid your eyes on. James saw your wide-eyed stare and smiled. He drove through them, taking a right and pulling into a parking lot on the side of the building. He got out first, coming ‘round the truck and opening your door for you. He helped you down, his hand worn and warm in yours.

“So, here it is.” He clapped his hands in front of him, grinning. You nodded along dumbly, taking in your surroundings.

“What?” He crouched down, getting on your level.

“Hmm? Oh nothing, it’s just different than I thought it would be.” When your dad had said that James ran an auto shop you had been expecting your run-of-the-mill car shop, not what you were looking at. There must have been at least two dozen people milling about, carrying supplies and tools in between the multiple garages. Cars were everywhere, some luxury, some classic, all too complicated for you to understand what was being done to them. You turned back to James, your jaw still slightly agape.

“Is that a good different?” He hedged. Stuffing his hands in his front pockets he flicked his thumbs over his belt buckle.

“Oh, yeah. I don’t really know what I was expecting but it wasn’t this.” You murmured.

“Well that's good, I like to exceed expectations.” He said with a 1000 watt grin. “C’mon, I’ll give you the tour.”

He motioned for you to follow him and you did, trailing behind like a lost puppy. He led you through the garages, introducing you to the mechanics and technicians. You stayed close to his side, a little overwhelmed meeting that many people. When you were finished he brought you back to the main building that served as the office. It was cozy in there, the place decked out in oriental rugs and old leather furniture, the warm lighting giving off a homey vibe. Your desk was situated right outside of the door to James’ office, tucked away in the back half of the building.

“Alright, so this is where you’ll be.” James gestured to the desk. He rapped his knuckles against the wood and looked back at you.

“Nothing you’re doing is that complicated, just reviewing invoices and checking the inbox. Finance is just down the hall so they’ll be bringing you papers that I need to sign but you don’t need to worry about those.” He pulled out the desk chair for you. “All the paperwork that you need to sign is on the table, the IT guy should’ve set up your computer already so you should be all good. I’m right in there so if you ever need anything don’t hesitate to stick your head in.”

James ducked into his office, leaving his door open behind him. You settled into your seat, grabbing the nearest pen and started on your paperwork. The rest of the afternoon was spent like that, going through all the entrance forms you had to fill out; James seemed to be a very thorough employer. After you got finished with that you moved onto familiarizing yourself with the company website and inbox, getting used to what you’d be doing for the next three months. A little before five James stuck his head out, a smile on his face.

“I’m finished up for the day. You ready to head home?” He was leaning up against the door frame, all stretched out. His shirt rode up, exposing a sliver of pale skin, lines of ink crossing his side.

“Mhmm, sounds good.” You stood and arched your back, your yawn bleeding into a whine. Wordlessly you and James made your way back to the truck. The exhaustion of being on the road for the past two days was starting to get to you.

“You sleepy?” James murmured once you were in the car. He turned the radio down and pulled down your sun visor for you.

“Yeah.” You rested your head back on your seat, going boneless against the leather.

“I figured,” he reached over and patted your thigh. “You just rest for now, I’ll tell you when we get home.”

The thirty-five minute car ride was spent in that place right before sleep, your eyes fluttering open and shut while you fought to stay awake. James kept the truck steady while you dozed, softly apologizing when he turned off the paved road and onto the gravel path that led to his house. The rough ride shook you awake and you yawned, stretching while James pulled into the garage. It was quiet when you stepped back into the house, the low hum of the ac the only noise. James flicked on the lights and made his way through the den, his boots thudding on the carpet. He walked into the kitchen, which was as large as, if not bigger than the den. It was filled with stainless steel appliances, everything top of the line and cutting edge. He stood leaning on the large marble island in the middle.

“So,” he said, “there’s a couple ways we can do things. I can give you a tour of the property, then we come back here and make dinner. Or I can go ahead and get started now and you can go take a nap until I’m done. Or if you're too tired and just want to sleep, I can reheat some leftovers. It’s up to you.”

You pondered for a moment, also leaning your elbows on the counter. Looking up at James you smiled, suppressing a yawn.

“You can show me around now, I’m not too tired.” You were actually exhausted but you desperately wanted to spend more time with him. James grunted, eyeing you suspiciously but in the end nodded, motioning for you to follow him.

“I’ll give you the short version.” He started walking and you startled to follow him. “You’ve already seen the den and the kitchen and garage.”

He gestured to the large doorway on the far side of the kitchen. “The dining room is in there. It doesn’t get that much use.” A pine table sat in the middle of it, a dozen chairs lined around it in perfect order. The lights were off in the room and there was a sheen of dust on the surface that muted the sun’s light. James turned, pointing to the hallway near the fridge.

“The laundry room’s over there.” With that he started out of the kitchen, wandering back over to the den. “There’s a guest bedroom down here and off the hallway to the garage there’s a tv and music room. You can use those whenever you want.”

You stopped in front of the windows at the back of the den, taking a look out across the property. At the far edge of the yard, close to the back fence, there was a shed, or an out building, you didn’t know what to call it. You tilted your head and glanced at James.

“What’s that?” You pointed to the small building. His face went hard for a moment before the easy smile reappeared.

“That, oh nothing. It’s just some extra storage. But don’t go in it, there’s a lot of old car parts in there and I don’t want you getting hurt.” Something about his answer was less than convincing but you didn’t have time to press him on it before he began making his way up the stairs. He led you down the hallway opposite to your bedroom. There were a couple of doorways that filled the walls, two more guest rooms and an office. James stopped in front of the final door, placing his hand on the wood.

“This is my room, if you ever need anything from me and can’t find me downstairs I’ll be in here or my office which is just right there. My door is always open for you.”

“Sounds good.” You said, trying not to picture what the interior of his bedroom looked like or think about how bad you wanted to be in there. James sighed, leaning back against the wall. You were about to turn and leave to go to your room when James stood with a start, catching your attention.

“One more thing. I’ve got a business trip every month that I’ve got to go on. I’ll make sure the house is fully stocked before I leave and you won’t be expected to go into the office. It's only for two days so it won’t be too bad.” Something about him shifted while he spoke, his eyes refusing to meet yours. Your gaze fell down to his forearms and you frowned. Under the bright hallway light you could see the faint white lines of old scars intersecting the ink decorating his skin. Some of the marks were newer, pinker, raised and angry. You told yourself that they were just from working in the shop.

“What’s it for?” You asked, a little curious. James rocked on his feet, grimacing before arranging his face to be neutral.

“Oh, y’know, just meeting with clients.” It was strange how he was being so vague but you didn’t push it.

“Alright, well I’m gonna go take a nap. Will you call me down when dinner is ready?” You took a half step towards your room. James glanced over your shoulder to your door then back to you.

“Sounds good, it’ll probably be in about an hour.” He started down the hallway, brushing against you when he squeezed by. His footsteps receded down the stairs and you meandered back into your room. Kicking off your shoes you crawled in bed, groaning at the ridiculously comfortable mattress. Tiredness hit you like a truck and your eyes fell shut.

The summer went by in a blur and before you knew it it was July. Working for James was better than you could’ve ever hoped. He was an easy and carefree boss, helping you whenever he could. The nights afterward were even better though, the two of you milling about the house, cooking and watching tv together. He opened up to you, telling you about his divorce and how lonely he was all by himself, about how happy he was when he heard you were coming to stay with him. But you got the sinking sensation that there was something he wasn’t telling you, something he was hiding. You never pried, not wanting to upset him, but part of you wondered if it had to do with his trips. His whole demeanor would change in the days leading up to them, he’d be gruffer, harsher. He was never mean, just tense, like he was bound to snap at any moment. When he came back he was fine, back to his happy self, though he looked more tired than usual. It worried you how he’d always have a bruise or scratch when he came back. You didn’t dwell on it though, didn’t let yourself, instead choosing work and other things to focus your mind on.

And it was easy to get distracted around James, something about him made your mind shut off. In the months that you’d lived with him you’d come to learn that James was a very tactile person, he’d always have a hand on your waist, or your back, or resting on your thigh. Not that you were complaining, quite the opposite, but you felt like you were going crazy when every little touch from him had you gasping for air. You didn’t think he knew the effect he had on you, you hoped he didn’t and tried your best to push down any urges his touch made you feel. But it was getting harder and harder to ignore it.

The weight of James’ fingers resting on your shoulder felt like a million tons, your skin alight and searing where you touched. He had his arm strung across the back of the couch, his legs spread out in front of him. He gave an exaggerated yawn, the perfect picture of relaxation. A western played on the tv, something old with Gary Cooper. James had sworn you were going to love it when he put it on and you did, at least you thought you did; you liked anything he liked. You were tucked up against his side, your head resting where his shoulder met his chest. The slow and low thud of his heart filled your ears, drowning out whatever was coming out of the sound system. The movie was blurry in front of you, your eyes unfocused and heavy. James pulled his hand away from your shoulder, cupping the back of your neck instead. His blunt nails scratched at your scalp. You had to swallow a moan at the sensation.

A loud bang came from the screen; someone had shot somebody. You squealed in surprise, flinching and pressed yourself closer to James’ side. He shushed you, his lips brushing against the top of your head. He tightened his grip on the nape of your neck, pulling you to him. His other hand fell to your lap, his thumb rubbing circles into your skin. His hand took up the top half of your thigh, his fingers covering the width of it. If you thought his fingers grazing your skin was dizzying before it was even worse. You couldn’t breathe. You swallowed hard, shifting in your seat; when you moved you realized just how wet the little touch had gotten you. Your gaze was fixed on where his hand was resting. He cleared his throat and you startled.

“You aren’t watching.” James’ voice was low and husky, rasping in your ear. He was flushed pink, a pretty blush sitting high on his cheeks. His mouth was parted slightly, his tongue peaking out from between his teeth. His chest rose and fell in uneven huffs, his hand trembling where it sat on your thigh. His eyes were completely dark, his pupils blown so wide that only a ring of blue remained. They weren’t focused on yours though, instead looking lower. They were fixed on your lips. You opened your mouth to speak but only a squeak came out. You slammed your jaw shut, swallowed, and tried again.

“You aren’t either.” It came out closer to a whine then you would have liked, your voice pitchy and breathy. You were almost shivering where you sat, your center throbbing with the weight of his gaze. James’ tongue darted out and he wetted his lips.

“No, I’m not.” He murmured. He had gone unnaturally still next to you; you couldn’t tell if he was even breathing. The hand on your thigh slid across your lap, wrapping around your far hip. He pulled you even closer to him, your chest pressed tight to his side. Through the thin t-shirt and leggings you were wearing you could feel the oppressive heat radiating off his body. His eyes flicked up to yours for half a second and you gasped, your head going fuzzy. You lifted your hands, placing them gingerly on his shoulders. He twitched at your touch, going tense before relaxing again. His grip on your hip was bordering on bruising, your skin going numb at the strength of it. You knew that you should get up and call it a night, that it was all a bad idea but something kept you rooted in your place. Inside you a part of you burned, ached for more. Your eyes roamed James’ face, trying to find anything in his expression that betrayed what was going on in his head. There was nothing but desire.

He murmured under his breath but you didn’t catch the words, the rush of blood in your ears too loud to hear over. He moved his grip on the back of your neck, trailing his fingers down your jaw and cupped your cheek. He dragged his thumb over your skin in a gentle caress. You let out a soft sigh at the touch, leaning into his palm. That seemed to be enough to spur him on and then he was pressing you down, crowding over you as he laid you onto the couch. He propped himself over you with a forearm by your head, his broad form covering yours completely.

James leaned down and you closed your eyes, expecting to feel his lips on yours. Instead they pressed against the side of your neck as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your throat. You let out a soft, surprised noise but tilted your head for him, giving him easier access. He dragged his tongue up the column of your throat, kissing just under your jaw. His teeth grazed the thin skin that covered your pulsepoint. You whimpered, your back arching, pressing your throat into his mouth. He rewarded you with a groan, sucking on the delicate skin. You moved your hands up from his shoulders, wrapping your arms around his neck, your nails scratching at the close cropped hairs at the back of his head. He shoved his head further into your neck, like he was trying to bury himself there.

Shifting under him you wrapped your legs around his waist, whining at the way your hips spread around his bulk. The angle had your core pressed right on his belt buckle, every little movement grinding you against it. You whimpered at the contact and began rolling your hips, chasing the feeling. Liquid heat flooded your veins with each drag of your covered cunt over the metal. It had been so long since you got off, before you had moved out to Colorado. You were so sensitive it hurt.

James used his hand on your hip to pull you down, yanking you onto his lap. You whimpered at first but it quickly bled away at the feeling of him pressing against you through his jeans. You choked on a moan at the feeling of him and you rolled your hips down harder. He was big, even through the layers of fabric, big and so hard in between your thighs. Your breath came out faster and you tugged on James’ hair, your hips rutting a frantic rhythm against him. A wave of heat went through you when he nipped at your neck, your pussy fluttering. You ached with need, your body so full with desire it made you dizzy.

“James, oh fuck. James please, more.” You panted. Your neck was throbbing with how hard he was kissing it but he showed no signs of stopping. You wriggled a bit, trying to get his attention but he slammed you down on the couch. His other hand moved to your hips, pinning you down. You whined again, needier this time, desperate for him to touch you.

“James,” you whined, shimmying in his grip. What you could have sworn was a growl left his lips, reverberating through your throat. He bit at your neck, harder, the sting of it pulling a yelp from you. His already iron clad grip on your hips tightened, the bones aching under his hands. Your heart picked up and you yanked on his hair, a strained whimper leaving your lips. He didn’t let up, his teeth getting harsher on your throat, scraping the skin raw. With all the strength you had you shoved on his shoulders, trying to push him off you. He bit you for real at that, his teeth digging into the meat of your shoulder. But you couldn’t focus on it, not when bright white pain radiated from your hips. You let out a scream at it, a wave of nausea going throw you at the feeling of your skin tearing.

James jerked up at the sound, his eyes going wide at what must have been terror filling your face. He scrambled backwards, his nails scraping down the sides of your thighs. He hit the floor with a thud, his legs kicking out, propelling him further away from you. Blinking back tears you brought a hand to your throat, prodding at where your skin was screaming. Your hips throbbed, deep and sharp, with every beat of your heart but you didn’t have the strength to look down at it yet.

“Oh fuck.”

James’ low whisper had your head shooting up and you looked at him, unable to do anything but whimper softly. He lifted his hands up, a look of devastation painting his face. Long, sharp claws had replaced his blunt nails, his finger tips covered in your blood. He made a low, mournful noise, shaking out his hands in front of him.

“I’m so sorry, I… I thought I had more time, I thought…” His voice cracked, heavy with guilt. You shook your head, pain and confusion making your brain fuzzy around the edges.

“I don’t understand.” You stared at him, hoping something would give you the answers you so desperately wanted. In the low light you could tell that there was something different about him, something was off. His eyes glimmered under the lamplight, the blue replaced by an inhuman gold. From the way his lips were parted it looked like there were fangs peaking out from behind them, sharp and mean looking. It only made your head hurt worse.

“I’m sorry. I’m just so sorry.” James pushed up to his feet, stumbling as he stood, then hurried, almost tripping over himself trying to get out of the room. There was a crash, then a door banging. Wincing, you slid off the couch, standing on unsteady legs. Every step burned, what was left of your leggings rubbing into the open wounds on your hips. Sparing a glance down, you went lightheaded at the sight of your blood soaked bottom half. You made it to the bathroom where James had gone to hide, falling to your knees and resting your head against the door. You banged on the wood, your palm aching from how hard you hit it.

“James, I know you’re in there. Tell me what’s going on.” You sounded almost hysterical. He stayed silent for a minute so you banged again, putting your body weight into it.

“You need to go,” he called, his voice strained. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

You huffed, unwilling to take that as an answer. Sitting there you caught your breath, the adrenaline fading from your body. With every passing second the pain in your hips got worse, radiating through your body. You let out a soft cry under your breath. James groaned from the other side of the door and another thud sounded out.

“There’s a first aid kit under the kitchen sink with some pain pills. Take it and go up to your room. You need to get away from me.” His breathing was labored, his words coming out thin and strained.

“No, fuck that.” You said with more conviction than you thought you had. “You need to tell me what the fuck it going on. You owe it to me.”

Anger rushed through your veins, reinvigorating your aching body. You sat there, waiting, determined to stay until he finally explained himself. From behind the door there was a grunt, then a sigh.

“Alright, fuck, I don’t even know where to begin.” He paused and you could picture him in there, wrestling with himself. “It started fourteen years ago, I went on this hunting trip out in the middle of fucking nowhere. Like an idiot I went by myself, thought I could handle things.” He broke off into a self-deprecating laugh.

“To this day I still don’t know what it was, though I don’t suppose it matters. I woke up one morning and something had taken a bite of my thigh. God, it was awful, fucking burning and oozing, I thought I was gonna die. I didn’t though, which frankly is worse.”

You leaned closer to the door, placing your hand on the wood, willing him to feel your touch.

“I made it back to Cali, you remember that old house we had outside of town, right? Well I made it back there, was fine for a couple of weeks, then it happened. I didn’t know what was going on, it happened so fast. My skin began ripping, my bones broke and reformed. I tore up the house trying to get away from myself. I caught a glimpse of myself that night in one of the few windows I hadn’t shattered. It was hideous, I’m a goddamn monster.” His voice faded off into a whisper. The realization had you reeling, your body trembling. You tried to think of something, anything to say but you fell short.

“We had to move out here,” he continued. “Had to get away from the city where I could hurt people. It was better, y’know, with all this space. It makes things easier.” He tapped at the floor, his claws clicking on the tile. “She couldn’t take it though, not that I blame her, left me after a few years. I’ve been alone ever since, which is better, I think, safer at least.”

“And then you came around. God, I’ve tried so hard to be careful, I’ve done everything I could, I swear. And it’s not your fault, you’re not doing anything, I just can’t help myself. But I promise you I tried, I really did. I’m so fucking sorry.”

Tears flooded your eyes and you swallowed hard, trying to push down the noise that was threatening to bubble up from your chest. It all made so much sense, the secluded property, his closed off nature, the scratches, the business trips, all of it fit together in your head.

“Do you get it now?” The words wavered. “You need to stay away from me, all I’ll do is hurt you.”

“James… I don’t…” Pressing up to your knees you reached for the door handle, testing it. “Let me help you, please I just want-”

“No.” He cut you off. “Go upstairs, please. I’m begging you. It’s the fucking full moon tomorrow and I need to know that you’re safe. Go to your room and lock the door behind you, promise me you will.”

“I promise,” you said with a frown.

“Thank you. I’m going to go ride this out in the shed, don’t go outside, just stay in the house. Please.” He was full on begging now, his tone so full of desperation it was tangible. He didn’t say anything more so you stood, your vision going blurry around the edges. You felt like a newborn foal as you staggered into the kitchen, bouncing off the countertops like a pinball in an effort to keep yourself upright. Your hands shook while you pried open the sink cabinet, your blood smearing in streaks across the deep oak. The coppery scent was heavy on your tongue, your stomach roiling. Grabbing the first-aid kit from behind the pipes you began the slow and torturous process of getting yourself upstairs and into your room. You weren’t sure how long it took you, each step feeling like a thousand feet. Your carpet was stained rust-red by the time you crawled through your room and into your bathroom; you couldn’t bring yourself to care, James could deal with it when he got back. With shaky hands and a pounding heart you stripped yourself down, pausing every few seconds to let out a mewl at the sting of fresh air on your hips. You forced yourself to clean them, a silent scream parting your lips at the burn of antiseptic on your wounds. A flinch wracked your body when you heard the back door slam shut; James had left. Swallowing the pills he had given you, you clambered into bed, passing out as soon as your head hit the pillows.

The morning sunlight was oppressively bright on your eyes, aggravating your already pounding headache. You hurt, everywhere, your throat, hips, and head the worst of it. Even just rolling over in bed had your fingers knotting in the sheets, your eyes slamming shut while discomfort washed over you. It was a monumental effort to force yourself out of bed but you did, the hunger burning in your stomach winning over your desire to crawl under the covers and never come out. You took another pill before heading downstairs, numbing the stabbing under your skin to a dull throb. You took the stairs, slowly, cautiously, poking your head around the banister when you got to the bottom, searching for any sign of James. Your eyes darted the couch and you narrowed them, grimacing at the blood that marred the once pristine leather.

Shaking off whatever emotions rose inside of you at the sight you made your way into the kitchen, scavenging through the fridge for your breakfast. James had kept his earlier promise, the house was stocked with food during his time away and you debated between your many options. Picking frozen waffles you tossed them into the toaster, pacing around while you waited. You stopped in your tracks, your attention drawn to a stray piece of paper sitting on the otherwise empty island.

“Honey,” it read, “I can’t even begin to explain how sorry I am for last night so I won’t try. I need you to keep the doors locked for me and under no circumstances come outside. I know this all must be so confusing for you, and I promise I didn’t want you to find out like this. After tonight I’ll explain everything better but right now I just need to know you’re safe. Yours, James.”

You stared at it long enough that your eyes crossed and your vision got watery, only looking up when the toaster popped. All through breakfast you kept the paper near you, tracing over the last two words with your thumb until the pencil smeared. When you were done you took your plate to the sink, washing it and putting it into the dishwasher. You ran your hands over your face, letting out a shaky exhale. There was a hole in your stomach, deep and heavy, and your skin crawled as you fought to keep your mind from racing.

Wringing out your hands you grabbed a paper towel from the roll, wetting it and wiping down the sink, rubbing at the water marks that dirtied the steel. You moved onto the stove next, spraying it with disinfectant before wiping it down, scrubbing until it shone. The buzzing in your head quieted the more you worked, tension bleeding from your aching limbs. So you cleaned the kitchen, from top to bottom, going over every surface until not a spec of dirt remained. Then you went to the dining room, starting the process all over. You moved through the house sweeping and mopping and dusting until it was spotless. The afternoon came and went outside the windows. You only paused to take a sip of water or down more painkillers but you never allowed yourself to rest long. By the time evening came you had almost forgotten the events of the night before, the dull ache on your hips your only reminder. The sun was setting when you finally made yourself some dinner, heating up one of the gourmet frozen meals James had gotten you because he knew how much you hated cooking. You wolfed it down, burning your tongue on the first bite. You followed James’ instructions when you were done, going around the house and locking all the doors; you hoped he’d be proud of you for listening.

The house was eerily silent while you scurried up the stairs, running the last few steps. Your room was pitch black, only illuminated by the light of the moon. You flicked on the lamp on your bedside table, the warm light bathing you in its glow. You changed out of the loose sweats and t-shirt you had been wearing, slipping on a tank top and your favorite pair of sleeping shorts. After changing your bandages you slipped in bed, picking up the book that you had left on your nightstand. Hoping that sleep would come soon you brought your knees to your chest, balancing the novel on them. It worked for a while, your eyes growing heavy with every page you turned. A muffled noise sounded from outside your window, drawing your attention. Against your better judgement you got up, making your way over and opening it. The night air was crisp on your skin, a nice reprieve for your feverish body. You heard it again, something between a yell and a howl, ringing out from the far side of the property. Tilting your head you kept listening, trying to figure out what it was. It wasn’t until you heard the garbled amalgamation of every expletive out there that you figured out what it was; it was James.

You sat there waiting, wrestling with your thoughts. He had told you to stay, to not leave your room for any reason but the noises he was making worried you. It wasn’t like you were an expert on werewolves but you were certain the noises he was making were ones of suffering. You slid your feet into the slippers at the end of your bed, silently debating what you were about to do while you turned your door handle. Your mind was made up by the time you made it down the stairs and you darted out into the garage, digging through James’ workstation until you found a flashlight. You rushed back through the house, making a beeline to the fridge and grabbing a water bottle; maybe he was thirsty.

The walk out to the shed seemed ten times longer than it should have been, your legs shaking the whole time. The yard was strangely still, no bunnies scampered in the grass, no birds sat in the trees. It was completely silent other than the sounds coming from the building across from you. He was still yelling, half-intelligible shouts mixed with grunts and groans that sounded like they were being ripped from his chest. There was slamming too, like something heavy was being heaved against the corrugated walls. The closer you got you picked up more things, the sound of scraping and clinking.

Your steps wavered and you stood frozen, staring at the heavy metal door. You took one step, then another and pressed your hand against it, your slippers scuffing on the concrete foundation. There was a keypad on the door, its screen blinking blankly into the night. Holding your breath you tugged on the door, letting out a disappointed whine when it didn’t open. Slumping a bit you pulled again, hoping that something impossibly changed. A loud bang from inside had you jumping and you stumbled, rolling your ankle. Wincing you fumbled at the keypad, pressing the pound button. On a whim you typed in the alarm code James had given you when you first moved in, expecting nothing to happen. It beeped, the little chirp barely audible over James’ noises. You tried the handle again and it turned.

The door swung open and you stood before the empty doorway, staring into the darkness. James had gone silent, too silent, not a single sound coming from the room in front of you.

“James? James, are you in there?” You called out into the pitch black space. There was a rustle, a soft huff from the corner but he made no more noise. You patted around the doorframe, feeling out for a light switch. Your fingers brushed one and you fiddled with it. It took a few tries before you flicked it on. The sudden brightness startled you and you slammed your eyes shut, holding your hand over your face. Across from you there was a whine, sounding more canine than human.

“James?” You called out, still squinting. There was a shuffle and a thud, like something had slammed against the metal walls. James was muttering something under his breath, low and panicked but it was unintelligible. Blinking hard you forced your eyes open, wincing at the harsh industrial light. It took a moment for your eyes to adjust but when they finally did you couldn’t suppress the scream that left your mouth at sight of what was in front of you.

He was huge, a mass of thick, bulging muscles covered with coarse, silver-gold fur that gleamed under the lights. He was facing away from you, curved in on himself, the ridge of his spine jutting out from his fur. His tail was curled around his haunches and he knelt, his arms wrapped around himself like he was trying to make himself as small as possible. He flinched at the sound of your voice, whipping around to face you. James seemed to have doubled in size, his limbs stretching out when he moved.

His face had changed, his nose elongated into a snout that twitched with every movement. His eyes were that burning gold you had seen the night before, his gaze leaving you feeling flayed and laid bare. There was hair on his face, though a lighter, more silvery color than the rest of his body; through the panic and shock in your racing mind you thought it looked soft to the touch. It was his teeth that pulled another yell from, his canines sharp and long, peeking out from his lips.

He looked up from where he was huddled, the ridge of his brows drawn together in confusion. A thousand emotions danced across his wolf-like face but you couldn’t read them. You stood paralyzed, unable to speak or breathe. The water bottle and flashlight slipped from your grip, your hands going limp at your sides. It was like your brain had miss-fired, your fight or flight reflex short-circuiting, leaving you rooted in place. Your limbs locked, a burning, primal feeling filling your muscles but you couldn’t bring yourself to move. A little whimper left you when James scooted closer and he frowned. He opened his mouth to speak but any words he was going to say were drowned out by the feral shriek you let out. It wasn’t just his canines that had grown. All of his teeth were huge, jagged and sharp looking, like the hunting knives he kept around the house. Your body and mind finally kicked into gear and you clambered, stumbling over yourself in your frantic effort to get out the door. You pitched over, your feet catching and you fell to the floor in a heap, your forearms doing little to brace you from the unforgiving concrete floor.

The world went grey and you went limp, your breath coming out in shallow heaves. Faintly, over the ringing in your ears, you could hear shuffling and sliding, and slowly one of James’ massive, fur covered thighs filled your vision. He held out one of his paws to you but stopped half-way, drawing in back to his body. His already huge hands had grown to be even bigger, just one of them looking like it could take up your entire chest. His fingers had gotten longer, gnarly and knobby, with the same razor-edged claws that had ripped you up the night before. The sight made your blood go cold.

You forced yourself to roll over on to your back; you remembered reading somewhere that wolves saw going belly-up as a sign of submission, you hoped James would see it that way too. He seemed to have his wits about him, human understanding darting through his eyes. He sat back from you, resting against the wall and pulling his knees to his chest. The burning tightness in your chest receded and you sucked in a needed breath, pushing yourself up to a sitting position. You brought your hand down to your ankle, the joint smarting and aching. It was tender to the touch, a spark going up your calf when you pressed your fingers to it.

“Are you okay?” His voice had gotten deeper, raspier, more like a growl than anything human. His paw was still outstretched, open like he was waiting for you to take it. For a split second you thought about grabbing onto him but then your gaze fell to his claws and you shook the thought from your head.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You forced yourself to say, pointedly avoiding eye contact with James. “Just landed a bit rough.”

His face twisted into a scowl and he surveyed you trembling from. He slid back from you, pressing further up against the wall. He balled himself up, pressing all those limbs and muscles together until he was hunched over himself. It struck you as comical how a creature of his size and strength seemed timid.

“What are you doing here?” He asked, though his voice was muffled by his arms. His ears were pinned back against his head, a soft, whining sound undercutting his every breath. “I told you to stay in the house.”

“Yeah, I know,” you sighed, weaving your fingers into your hair and tugging in frustration. “I could hear you through the windows and I got worried. It sounded like you were in pain.”

“Do you have a fucking death wish?” James whipped his head up and snarled; it didn’t scare you as much as it did the first time. Softer, he said, “You're too sweet for your own good.”

He relaxed a little against the wall, his shoulders falling. The angle gave you a clear view of his neck, more specifically the collar around it and the chain that kept him tethered to a facet in the floor. It made sense, he needed to make sure that he couldn’t leave the shed until it was safe, but the leather band around his throat had your stomach doing backflips.

“Are you?”

James gave you a tilt of his head that was far too dog-like.

“Am I what?” He huffed, running his claws through the fur on his forearm. The low scratching sound made your brows knit; that's where he got the scrapes from. You closed your eyes and exhaled, bringing yourself back to the moment.

“In pain?” It was a 50/50 if he was going to tell you the truth or not but you hoped you could weasel it out of him. James’ stare fixed to the floor, suddenly finding the concrete interesting. In the silence you let yourself really study him. He looked bone tired and wide awake at the same time, a nervous, pent up energy radiating off him.

“I mean… no, not really. I’m fine, honey, don’t worry.” James waved you off, his claws glinting under the lightbulbs. “It’s just, uh, wolf stuff, y’know…”

You leveled him with a flat stare, unbelieving. He had the gall to give you a crooked smile, or at least try to, it looked funny on his canine features. Against all your self preservation instincts you pushed off the wall and shuffled closer to him, stopping about two feet away. James flinched and retreated into himself again. It took a minute for him to get used to your presence and lift his head out of the cradle of his arms.

“No, I don’t know. Explain it to me.” You said with more authority than you thought you possessed. James bristled at that and looked to the ceiling as if something would come down from the sky to save him from answering.

“Well, uh…” he began before trailing off. For a moment he said nothing, the words dying in the empty air. “Fuck, this is awkward, uh, I don’t know if you know this but twice a year canines, well most animals, go through this thing called rut.”

You sat in silence for a moment, the gears in your head turning while you tried to make sense of what James was saying. Understanding hit you cold and hard like a winter wind.

“Oh.” Cheeks burning, you stared a hole into the ground. It was impossible to keep your mind from conjuring up sordid images of James in here, desperate and all worked up. Your gaze landed on the pile of blankets and pillows in the corner and you couldn’t stop yourself from wondering if he rutted into them when the need got too great. Or if he used his paws. You could picture it, him all spread out and panting, fucking into his fist until he was a quivering mess. A full body shiver went through you when you thought about his cock; you knew he was big, you had felt him the night before. He’d probably be bigger like that, in that form. You bit your tongue, hard, shaking your head.

And because you were a glutton for punishment and you completely lacked the ability to think before you spoke you asked, “Is it always this bad?”

You should’ve left it well alone, offered him your sympathies and allowed him to deal with it himself but apparently you were incapable of acting rationally.

“Um, no. Usually they only happen twice a year and I haven’t had one in a while, figured I aged out of them. But, uh, they came back recently, I think my cycle’s fucked up.” He scratched at the back of his head, his face knotting up.

“Why do you think they came back? Are you sick or something?” You fidgeted with your nails while you waited for an answer.

“No, I’m not sick. God, I was really hoping you weren’t going to ask about it.” He ran his paw over his face and sighed. “Listen, I’m not trying to say it’s your fault, not at all. It’s mine, I should have seen this coming. But um, this all started after you moved out here.”

He stopped at that, like he hadn’t just turned your world upside down. You blinked once, then twice, your jaw dropping and your eyebrows raising. And despite all the shock and confusion that was coursing through you, you couldn’t help but get a head rush from the idea that you had this effect on James.

“What the fuck?” You breathed.

“No, wait, I promise I didn’t mean for it to happen.” He stammered. “I just… it’s been so long since I’ve had a woman this close and it think it fucked with my head.”

“How long has this been going on?” It was your specialty, pressing, picking at the scab. “How long have you felt this way?”

James dropped his head back onto his knees and mumbled something but it was muddled.

“What was that?”

“Since the first day. When we came back from visiting the shop, I felt it, something in the back of my mind went off like a switch. Then, the next full moon this happened. I’m sorry.” He looked real beat up about it, a shameful, sick expression painting his face. You had to take a moment to collect yourself, a giddy rush going through your body at the revelation. James’ admission made you feel infinitely better about your own pining. Heat settled low in your core and your hips rocked of their own accord while you flexed your thighs together.

“It’s okay, I don’t mind.” The words came out huskier than you intended but the effect they had on James sent you reeling. He whimpered, his ears pricking up. The low thump of his tail against the wall had a smile dancing on your lips.

“Be honest with me Jamie,” the nickname slipped out before you could think. James panted at it, his pink tongue lolling out of his mouth. “Does it hurt?”

“Yeah.” He breathed, though it was more of a whine. You shuffled closer to him, your knees pressing the side of his hip. His thighs were still drawn to his chest and you had an idea of what he was hiding. Shiny, glazed-over, gold eyes looked down at you, unfocused and hazy. Slowly, gently, as not to spook him, you reached out and placed your hand on his upper arm. Your hand was laughable small against his bicep, barely covering a fourth of it. His fur was deceptively soft, dense and warm under your palm. Rock solid muscle twitched under your fingers when you pressed your nails in slightly, scratching at him. He huffed, like a dog your mind supplied, and shuddered, his eyes fluttering shut. His tail swished behind him, brushing the wall and floor.

“You need help, don’t you? Let me help you, Jamie, please.” Trailing your fingers up his arm you scratched just under his jaw, pulling a groan from him. It took a second for your words to get through his lust-addled brain but when they finally did his eyes went wide and he flinched, moving to pull away from you. Quickly, you laced your fingers around his collar, tugging him back to you. He went easy, not even putting up a fight when you dragged him around.

“Stay.” He went limp in your grasp, his head falling down with a sigh. Unable to help yourself, you ran your nails through the downy furs on his face. “Good boy,” you purred.

He fully moaned at that, his body going tense and lax next to you. He seemed like a lost cause, so wound up he couldn’t think straight. You shook him by the collar, getting him to look up at you.

“Answer my question.” You hadn’t expected things to unfold like they were; in all your fantasies James was the one who was doing the ordering and dominating but you didn’t mind the development.

“Can’t,” he finally mumbled. “I already hurt you, I don’t wanna do it again.”

“It’s alright, I want you to, I like it when it hurts. I trust you not to take it too far, I know you wouldn’t. I want you James, I have since I got here. None of this changes that.” Your shorts were clinging uncomfortably to your soaked center; you needed him. James shook his head but you could see cracks forming in his resolve.

“But last night-”

“I’m not upset about last night,” you cut him off. “I was just surprised, that’s all.” James pressed his massive face into your palm, chuffing quietly. Your hips still ached, stung a little when the cotton of your shorts brushed against the scabs but it only made you wetter. James’ nose twitched and he angled his head down, his eyes locking in on the apex of your thighs. Every single muscle in his body looked like it was bound to snap and he shook, his paws trembling where they laid on his knees. But he wasn’t going to move, you could tell, there was some fear or anxiety that had him rooted to his spot. If he wasn’t going to be the one to budge then you would.

Throwing caution to the wind you took the hem of your tank top in your hands, pulling it up and over your head slowly. The cold air was stinging on your skin and your nipples pebbled, a low moan leaving your lips at the feeling.

James let out a ragged noise next to you, his eyes widening and jaw dropping. He looked almost cartoonish. He wasn’t blinking, or breathing for that matter, just stared at you like if he moved you’d disappear. It was flattering, but not at all what you wanted from him. Wriggling slightly, you arched your back, pushing your tits out towards James.

“Oh fuck.” He groaned. You couldn’t help but giggle. “Holy shit, I… can I touch you?”

You were nodding the second the words were out of his mouth, eagerness overtaking you. Hesitantly, he brought one of his large paws up, holding it just centimeters from your chest before finally resting it on you. The pads of his paws were rough and leathery on your skin, tickling the delicate flesh of your breastbone. It took up almost all of your chest, the tips of his claws skimming your clavicle while the heel of his hand sat just above your navel; almost deliriously you thought he could hold your waist with just one paw. He twisted his grip, his fingers wrapping around your ribcage, splaying across your back while the knuckle of his thumb brushed the underside of your breast. He straightened out the digit, the edge of his claw scraping over your nipple. It sent a trail of fire rushing through your veins and you arched your back into the contact. He did it again, careful not to scratch you, and rubbed the sensitive nub under his thumb.

The fingers that were wrapped around your side flexed and you inched forward, pressing yourself even closer to James. He looked bewildered, switching his thumb between your tits. Every drag of his finger over your delicate skin had you whining, your core tightening at the sensation. Head heavy with pleasure you reached out, placing one hand on James’ shoulder, the other on his knee to brace yourself. Your eyes squeezed shut at the light scrape of James’ claws on your back.

“Fuck… can I…?” His voice broke off into a low groan that had chills running along your skin.

“Yeah, whatever you want. You can do whatever you want.” You panted, twisting your fingers in James fur. Tingles went up your spine when he dragged his paw down your chest, gripping down around your waist and tugging you closer to him. The tips of his fingers touched where they met on your back. Hot, wet air on your skin had sweat breaking out along your hairline and you had to suppress a giggle when James’ damp nose nudged you. The giggle morphed into a wild moan when James ran his tongue over your tits, lapping at your nipples. It was scratchy and rough, like sandpaper, and had you bowing over at the molten pleasure it sent flooding through your body. He laved his tongue over one, lapping at you until your skin felt raw.

“Fuck, Jamie, that’s so good.” Groping blindly, you grabbed his other wrist, dragging his free arm across his body to you. Your breath caught in your throat when you pressed your hand to his paw, your fingers not even reaching past his palm. The sharp points of his claws pricked your fingertips when you pressed at them. You pulled at him, leading his paw down until it rested on your hip. He held you gently at first, only tightening his grip when you pressed down on his knuckles. You felt like a doll in his hold, his paws covering your torso and waist. He angled himself over on his left hip so he could lean over you more, crowding you up against the wall. Stomach aching with wanting, you let out a sigh. Your pussy fluttered with each drag of James’ tongue over your chest and you whimpered at the teasing touch. Frantically you ran your hands along his body, digging your nails into the hard panes of his chest.

“James, Jamie…” You pulled on his fur. He brought his head up with a whine, the furs on his muzzles slicked down with saliva. Your tits stung in the cold air, your nipples sore and swollen from his mouth. You pushed on his knees, grunting when he didn’t unfurl his body. “C’mon, wanna see you.”

If he was a human he would’ve blushed, a bashful sort of look panting his lupine features. Slowly, like he was going about a strip tease, James straightened out, dropping one knee before finally lowering the other. He brought one paw down to his lap in a futile attempt to cover himself; it didn’t do anything.

His cock lay hard and leaking on the coarse furs that covered his abdomen. He was thick and long and flushed a burning red, leaking precum that dripped down his shaft, darkening the flax of his fur. You stared, probably a second longer than you should have, but you couldn’t tear your eyes away. He must’ve been as long as your forearm, at least as wide to, big enough that you felt a little dizzy looking at it. James let out a cough, his other paw falling down to shield the rest.

“I, uh, I get if you don’t want to anymore. I know it’s a lot.” He said, his voice pitchy. You swatted his paws away, grinning.

“Uh uh, want you in me so bad. It’s so fucking hot.” You pressed forward, surging up on your knees and swinging one leg over James’ thigh. You straddled it, the hard muscle firm against your clit. His fur tickled the sensitive skin of your inner thigh and you let out a breathy moan when you settled onto him. He was wide enough that your hips smarted at the stretch, an ache going up your hamstrings. You clicked your tongue and raised your eyebrow, staring expectantly at James. He cradled you, holding your hips and waist lightly. His touch was barely a whisper, sweet but not enough.

“C’mon, Jamie, you don’t have to be so gentle.” You cooed, running your nails up and down his chest. You felt the deep rumble he let out before you heard it, the vibrations rolling through you.

“Don’t wanna hurt you.” He mumbled, tucking his chin into his chest. The pressure around you increased when he gave a slight squeeze but he let go as soon as you whined.

“It’s okay, you’re not going to break me, I promise.” You tugged on his collar, getting him to look at you. He nodded, squeezing again. He held you tighter when you let out a whimper at his touch, the feeling of his paws around you making you go lightheaded. Your hips bucked and you went stiff, your eyes fluttering. Even though the layer of your sleeping shorts the friction of James’ thigh on your clit was enough to have your brain going blank. Warmth pooled behind your belly button, your limbs going heavy and hot with arousal. You set a pace, jerky and desperate, grinding down on James thigh like it was the last thing you’d do.

“Mhmm, Jamie, you feel so good, fuck.” You moaned, throwing your head back. You didn’t have to look at him to know that James’ eyes were trained to where your cunt was pressing against him, smearing your arousal over his fur.

“Do I?” His cock twitched against his stomach and he keened at the praise.

“Mhmm, so fucking good.” You were embarrassingly wet, his fur matting to your thighs were your slick dampened it. “Every time we sat somewhere and you got all nice and spread out I thought about it. Just climbing on you and riding you until I couldn’t breathe anymore.”

“Oh fuck.” He was leaking all over himself, his cock wet and shiny, jerking in time with the roll of your hips. A bulge had formed at the base of it, about the width of his fist. Vaguely, you remembered learning somewhere about knots and for some fucked up reason your hips stuttered at the thought of taking it. His grip on you tensed but he made sure not to catch you with his claws.

“Would you have liked that, James?” You gave him a coy smile. Your knees protested where they were pressed on the hard floor but the throbbing between your thighs drowned out the pain. Your pussy clenched, your core aching from emptiness.

“Fuck, yeah. Wanted you like that first.” He huffed.

“I know, Jamie, I know. But we can make up for it later, just let me take care of you now.” The fur on his face was silky-smooth when you brushed your thumb over it, smoothing over his cheekbone. Sliding your hand down you cupped his jaw, cooing when he stuck his tongue out and lapped at your thumb. Every exhale he made was a low whimper, the sounds burning your ears. His abdomen flexed, the muscles pulled tight as he fought the urge to buck into the air. Deciding to put him out of his misery you reached out, running your knuckles up the underside of his cock. He was slick and scalding against your fingers, throbbing at your touch. The punched out groan he made at the contact had you grinning.

“Yeah? Is that what you need?” You murmured. James nodded so hard you were surprised his head didn’t come off. “Poor thing, so pent up. Just need someone to play with you and make you feel all better, don’t you?”

You didn’t let him answer you, cutting off whatever he was going to say by sliding the palm of your hand up the length of him. You stroked him like that a couple times, your touch featherlight and barely there, pulling needy moans from his lips. Bored with the teasing you wrapped your fingers around him, a choked out moan leaving your lips when your fist couldn’t close around his girth.

“Fuck that’s hot.”

James moaned along with you, his eyes slamming shut and his head lolling back against the wall. His hips jerked, thrusting his cock into your hold. The slide was easy, his dick practically dripping with precum.

“Fuck, shit, fuck.” James panted. “Oh my God, feels so fucking good. Thank you, baby, oh Christ. You smell so good, y’know? Like fuckin’ peaches and vanilla. Fuckin’ sweet cunt for a sweet girl.”

He hunched forward, burying his face in your neck. Your skin still tingled from his mouth and teeth the night before, and you took a sharp inhale at the rough texture of his tongue on the rubbed-raw flesh. Twisting your wrist, you worked your way up and down his cock, timing it with the grind of your pussy against him. You were trembling, your breath coming out in uneven huffs with every drag of your clit over him. You brought your free hand up to his neck, raking your nails through his fur. Hooking your fingers in his collar again you yanked him towards you.

“Thank you,” James mumbled into your skin, his teeth lightly scraping your sternum. “Thank you, thank you. You’re too good to me, too fucking sweet.”

He was thrusting up beneath you, the movements jostling you on his lap. Your thighs flexed around him and you whined. You brought your other hand to his cock, wrapping it around him the best you could, stacking your hands together so you could stroke him better. Both your fists only took up about half of his length. The paws on your hips gripped tighter, tugging you forward before pushing your back again, dragging you over his thigh. Your breath hitched at the feeling, your head falling back. It was an effort to keep stroking James, to not just give into the pleasure blooming between your thighs. He moved you faster, back and forth over and over like a toy for him to play with. Your hands had gone loose around his cock and your strokes had slowed to aborted little rubs. James didn’t mind though, rocking his hips up into your grip, groaning at the feeling of your smaller hands around him. His cock throbbed again, precum leaking down over your knuckles and staining your skin. He moved you faster, his breath coming out heavier.

“Is it good? Need you to tell me, baby. Just wanna make you feel good. Fuck, ‘ts all I want.”

You let out a breathy little yes and arched your hips, really grinding your clit down onto him. James mewled when you started stroking again and you chased after the sound, moving your hands faster. The tip was red and swollen, pulsing when you rubbed your palms over it. The slide of your hands was filthy, the wet, sloppy sound making you shudder. James whimpered when you thumbed over the slit, his jaw clenching at the sensation.

“This is what you needed, isn’t it, Jamie? It's been so, so long since someone touched, hasn’t it? Poor thing, all you had was your hands to take care of you. Is that what you’ve been doing out here, Jamie? Been fuckin’ your fist, humping your pillow?” You squeezed the base of his cock, your fingers brushing over the hard knot. James let out a noise closer to a squeak than a moan.

“Yeah… I… fuck.” He seemed at a loss for words and you preened at your ability to make him fall apart.

“So needy James, so fucking needy. And look at you now, just fucking using me to get off.” You squeezed him, twisting your hands. Sticking your tongue out you let a strand of saliva drip off the tip of it, dropping down onto the head of James’ cock. He gasped, his leg tensing underneath you.

“But that’s okay,” you continued, “‘m gonna take care of you. Gonna give you what you need.”

His jaw fell open, his tongue hanging out uselessly while he panted. He was so reactive, so sensitive. It was intoxicating. The whimpers he was letting out were borderline pornographic, the desperate sounds echoing off the metal walls. But you weren’t much better off than him, your confidence and authority threatening to slip away with every roll of your hips. Sweet, thick, molasses-like pleasure slowed your brain to a crawl. All you could think about was how badly you wanted James’ cock inside you, splitting you open, consequences be damned. He trembled, his muscles spasming. You didn’t think he was all there anymore, not really, his mind so clouded with lust that he was more beast than man; you were hoping it would push him over the edge, that he’d roll you over, pin you to the floor and just take and take and take until you had nothing left to give. You felt the knot of pleasure pull tight in your gut.

Sweat had gathered along the line of your collar bones, darkening your hairline, the smooth skin of your stomach glistening with it. It rolled down the divots of your spine, dampened the underside of your breasts. The heat rolling off James was stifling, like standing in front of an open fire. He was burning up, his touch on your hips was searing, his cock almost too hot on your palms. You wanted it like that though, for him to warm you from the inside out, to leave his imprint on you, in you. Sliding your hands down, you rubbed at the base of his cock. His knot pulsed under your touch, his body going rigid. A punched out moan forced its way from his mouth and he thrust up, almost knocking you off his lap. He wrapped his paws around your shoulders, grabbing your arms and pinning them to your sides. The show of strength made your skin prickle.

“No, can’t, gotta stop. ‘M gonna cum if you do that.” James stared down at you, eyes big and needy, the gold almost eaten away by the black of his pupils. He looked like he was about to burst any second, body so tense it thrummed. He let go after a moment, his paws finding your hips, and you brought your hands to his cock again.

“Well, we don’t want that.” You grinned, trailing your finger up the vein on the underside of his cock. “Want you inside of me for it.”

The effect was immediate, his cock jumped and he threw his head back, an animalistic moan clawing its way from his throat. Unable to stop yourself, you bent at the waist, your lips hovering just an inch over the head of his dick. The scent of him was so overpowering it made you dizzy, the smell of forest and musk and James turning your brain to mush. You closed the distance pressing your lips to it in a chaste kiss. The flesh was smooth and hot against your mouth, his precum slicking your lips. James went stiff beneath you, his belly trembling as he fought the urge to buck his hips. Your tongue darted out and you licked a stripe over the tip, moaning at the salty, bitter taste of him. Dipping the tip of your tongue into the slit you lapped at him, drinking him up. If the ache in your core wasn’t so strong, so needy you would’ve stayed like that for longer, kissing along his cock until your mouth memorized every inch of it.

You straightened up, your hands drifting down to where James’ paws sat clamped around your hips and waist. Violet and cherry and periwinkle bloomed under your skin, the sight making you quiver when you peeled James’ fingers off of you one by one. He melted at your touch, at the soft brush of your hands over the back of his paws and made a contented sound, his arms falling loose to his sides.

With a smile on your face you slid off his thigh and laid back on the floor, parting your legs. The concrete was brutal on your elbows and forearms but you were determined to tough through it; the muffled groan James let out at the arch of your back and swell of your tits made it worth your while.

“C’mere,” you murmured, batting your lashes at him. He nodded, jerkily, and pushed off the wall, pressing up onto his knees and crawling over to you. He stopped just inside your ankles, sitting pretty with his hands on his thighs, waiting for your next command. You spread your legs a little wider and bent at the knees to give him more space. With a nod of your chin you urged him closer. He shuffled forward but still stopped short, his eyes trained on the floor between your parted legs.

“Jamie.”

His head shot up and he finally met your eyes.

“You can touch me, it’s okay.” The ache in your core was almost unbearable and you shook with neediness. You were whining, shivering, waiting for James to do something. Tentatively he placed a paw on your thigh. You moaned at the contact, your hips jumping up at the little touch. His grip got firmer, heavier at the sound, a low rumble sounding from his chest, almost like a purr. He grabbed your other thigh, wrapping his paws around you and tugging you towards him. Your stomach did a little flip as you skirted across the floor and you squealed, a bolt of heat going through you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He hovered over you, his breath fanning out on your core. He pulled your legs further apart, pressing them up until your knees brushed your chest. Your hips smarted at the stretch. “‘Ve been waiting so fucking long for this. Fuck, I can’t…”

He let go of your legs, making a grunt of approval when you kept them there. His claws trailed up the undersides of your thighs, gently, as not to scratch you. The featherlight touch had sweat breaking along your skin. He slid them under your shorts, cutting through the cotton like butter. The fabric fell off of you, fluttering in the air, leaving you bare. The punched out, desperate noise he made at the sight of you had your ears ringing, a furious blush heating your cheeks. You twitched under his stare, your pussy fluttering while you sat with your heart in your throat.

James was on you before you had a chance to think, his paws wrapping around your hips, dwarfing you, and dragging you closer to him. He flattened himself to the ground and then buried his nose in your pussy, taking a deep inhale. A shock went up your spine at the feeling of his cold, wet snout pressing against your clit. You kicked your legs down, wrapping them around his head instead. His eyes found yours when he looked up from between your legs, the hypnotizing gold freezing you in your place. Warm, sticky pleasure coursed through your veins when he licked a stripe up your cunt, his rough tongue dragging over your slit. A soft whimper slipped from your lips and you went boneless, your limbs loose and heavy from his tongue. Each pass over your pussy had you shaking, whimpering, shivering. Your skin felt too tight, too hot, your belly tense and trembling. You let out a wordless cry, your head too hazy to string thoughts together.

He pulled off, just for a moment and you grumbled, twisting your fingers in his fur to try and pull him back to you. But before you could complain he was unhinging his jaw and sliding back between your thighs, your center fitting into his maw. He lapped at your entrance once, twice, and then he was working his tongue into your cunt. You clenched down on the appendage, whining as it worked its way deeper and deeper inside of you. He flexed it, pressing up hard against your sensitive walls. A strangled whimper left your throat, your jaw dropping. Your legs twitched and your hips bucked and you ground yourself down into his mouth. The soft, pleasured moans you were letting out pitched up into a yelp when James tugged you down harder, his sharp teeth digging into your ass, thighs, and mound. They scraped your skin, popping through and puncturing you in some places, blood welling up and dripping down your ass and inner thighs. He tried to unlatch himself, to pull his fangs from your flesh but you stopped him, grabbing onto his ears and holding him in place.

“Don’t fuckin’ stop, don’t you dare.” You panted, your jaw clenched to hold back the scream that was threatening to push it’s way from your chest. “So good, so fucking good, James.”

The rumble he let out at your praise echoed through your body, the vibrations going straight to your clit and shooting up your spine. You jerked, your legs jumping and your body twisting, and James pressed his teeth down harder, a warning bite for you to stay still. Trembling with need, you laced your fingers into the velvet-soft fur behind his ears. Yanking, you dug your nails into his scalp, scratching and pulling with every bolt of heat that shot through your core. James made a noise, something half-way between a whimper and a grunt that sent a white-hot twinge up your spine. You pulled harder after hearing it.

He worked his tongue in as far as it would go, panting against your center when he had finished; you swore you felt it pressing against your cervix, the tight ring of muscle throbbing at the touch, though not unpleasantly. He kept you there, rubbing his tongue on your walls, lapping at the spot inside you that had your core clenching down around him. Your blood hummed when he slowly worked it out of you, your mind going fuzzy when he pressed it back in. It was overwhelming, the feeling of his tongue sliding in and out of you all too much. Tears slid down your temples, pooling in your hairline and tickled the shell of your ear. Words failed you, your jaw hanging open, a garbled moan falling out and bouncing off the hard surfaces around you.

You thrashed against the floor, your back bowing off of it. A moan caught in your throat and you made a noise, something in between a whine and a cough.

“James, holy shit. More, more, more… I need it, fuck.” A string of curses followed, slurred and jumbled but you couldn’t bring yourself not to care, not when the flat tip of James’ tongue was swirling over your sweet spot. Your head was hazy, fuzzy, tv static buzzing in the space behind your eyes. James huffed a laugh the best he could with his tongue buried in you; you had half a mind to tug on his ears again, to show him who’s in charge, but you couldn’t get your arms to work, your hands resting uselessly on his head. You wriggled again and James clenched his jaw just the slightest bit, holding you in place with the force of his bite; you felt like one of those rare butterflies you’d seen pinned against a canvas background, paralyzed in his maw. When you didn’t settle down he growled, low and deep, and the noise had your hair standing on end. He worked one massive paw under you, his claws catching and scraping the skin of your back. It stung, the sweat from his palm only adding to the burn. You bucked your hips again, your pussy fluttering around him. He closed his hand around you, the tips of his thumb and middle finger meeting right over your belly button. Your head fell back at the sight, thudding on the concrete. He wrapped his other hand around your front, his paws overlapping and squeezing around your waist. The pressure was enough to have you gasping, your breath coming out in labored little huffs.

It felt like you were melting at the edges, your body heating and going limp, pleasure softening everything to a haze. James’ fur tickled your calves where they laid over his back, your thighs spread wide on his shoulders. He pulled you down by your waist, trying to work himself impossibly deeper into you. Unsatisfied he let out a grunt and then you were being lifted into the air, the paw on your back flattening over your spine so he could hold you up. He pressed up onto his knees, holding you over his face, licking up and into your dripping cunt. Without thinking you flexed your thighs around his head, trying to find whatever purchase you could. You didn’t have the strength to straighten your spine and instead went limp in his hold, letting him support you. He opened his jaw just a fraction wider, his teeth unsticking from your skin. The paw on your waist tightened, his claws piercing you, and he dug the heel of his hand into your lower back, forcing your hips forwards. With the movement his tongue shifted inside you, sliding out and dragging against your entrance. Throbbing pleasure shot through your core and you jerked your hips back, then forward again. He groaned and angled your hips so the flat of his tongue rubbed firmer against your entrance.

There was no air left in your lungs, your blood slowing to a crawl inside your veins. Your belly tightened, your muscles flexing, pressure building and building behind your navel. The noises you were letting out seemed to only spur James on as he fucked his tongue up into you, grunting and groaning at the taste of your slick on his tongue. He picked up the pace, lapping into you like he was trying to lick up every drop of arousal you had. A rush went through when James began to shuffle forwards, goosebumps breaking out across your skin when he pressed your back up against the wall. He propped you against it, wrapping one paw around your hips, pinning you down, his claws digging into the thin skin over your hip bones. The other rested on your chest and he alternated between rubbing each breast between his fingers, pinching and squeezing the sensitive mounds.

High whimpers tore from your throat fell at the stimulation and you rolled your hips against his tongue, chasing whatever pleasure he’d give you. Your vision seemed to tunnel down until all you could see was him, your world narrowing down to a kaleidoscope of flaxen fur and golden eyes. James grunted into you, whatever he was trying to say came out garbled, muffled by your pussy. You were mumbling, babbling under your breath, trying and failing to string a sentence together.

The most you could get out was, “more, more, James, please. Oh fuck…” Your words trailed off into a whine and you bit down on your tongue, trying to stop the embarrassing noise from slipping through. Beneath you James twitched, shaking with pent up need. A gasp tore through you as you cracked your eyes open and looked down at him; his hips jerked into the air, his heavy cock thrusting up into nothing, throbbing and aching with the need to cum. He seemed to have lost himself, his only focus being the sinful, wet heat of your cunt.

Any gentleness he had possessed was long gone, his claws and teeth breaking through your skin, blood dripping down you in rivers, painting you ruby-red. The scratches from the night before were torn open again, your hips and waist a canvas for James’ claws to tear apart; the burning ache only added to the pleasure in your belly. You felt it tighten, that knot in your gut getting tenser and tenser. Your moans got high and louder, your body going rigid in James’ hold. All you could get out was a broken off whine and then you were jerking, the world fading to nothing around you. Pleasure burned a hole through your core, leaving you dizzy and gasping for air. Your pussy clenched around James and you let out an almost scream as he kept tongue-fucking you through your release. He let out a rumble at the taste of you, and kept licking at you until the pleasure turned into needle sharp pain that spiked through your center.

“James, Jamie. Fuck, too much.” You yanked at the thick fur at the base of his skull, pulling on his ears instead when he wouldn’t stop. He slowed his movements with a huff, like the act of pulling his tongue out of your cunt was a form of torture.

The world swam around you as you tilted backwards. James let you down with a gentleness a creature of his size shouldn’t possess, his paws cradling you like a doll, keeping your skin off the cold concrete. The fur on his muzzle was matted down and shiny with your slick, his tongue darting out to lick up the remnants of you. It was just so, so easy to tuck yourself in his chest and bury your face in his fur. He rumbled, the noise echoing through your body, and licked a gentle stripe across the top of your head. From where you were nuzzled up against him you could feel the shift in his muscles and frame as he moved across the room.

A low whine left your lips when he set you down on the pile of blankets that made up his bed. They were soft and warm on your skin, and smelled of him, that deep iron, woodsy scent. You nestled your face into them and inhaled. Pressing up on your elbows you looked up at him through your lashes silently pleading for him to come closer. You were still shaking from your orgasm, your pussy still throbbing and sensitive, but that heat settled in your guts again, leaving you aching for more. James sat frozen in front of you, his cock hanging heavy between his thighs, still hard and leaking but he didn’t move.

“James?” You said softly. The sound of your voice had his eyes snapping upwards from where they were trained on your cunt. “Need you to fuck me, can’t take it anymore. Need you now.”

The noise he made at that had your spine shuddering and you knotted your fingers into the blankets. An empty, aching feeling throbbed in your core and you whined again, bucking your hips and clenching your thighs together.

“It’s gonna hurt,” he sighed, his paws curling up on his thighs. “And I don’t want-”

“I don’t care,” you blurted. “Just want you in me. Want you to fill me up, fuck me until you’re all I can feel. Please James.”

Any restraint James seemed to have left shattered at your words and he surged forward, slotting himself between your thighs. A half-feral growl ripped from his chest as he pinned your hips to the sheets with one paw. You wriggled beneath him, desperation to be full of him leaving you light headed. He gnashed his teeth, his jaw chomping down just inches from your face. He bracketed himself over you with his forearm, the other paw leaving your hips and slipping down between his legs. Your heart was racing in your throat and you flinched when you felt the head of James’ cock brush against your dripping center. Just the slightest touch had you jumping and a soft sound slipped from your lips. Nerves twisted and burned in your stomach. You parted your lips to tell him to get on with it, to rip the bandaid off and shove in but no words came out. James leaned down, his warm breath fanning out over your skin, and lapped at your neck. The roughness of his tongue tickled you, the sensation soothing your racing nerves.

“I’ll be gentle, baby, I promise. Such a good girl, helping me like this, ‘m so lucky to have you.” He murmured, nosing into your jawline. You twisted around the leather of his collar and tugged him closer.

“James, please.” You were too far gone to make demands, to order him around anymore. Need had replaced whatever desire for control you once had; all you could focus on was getting James inside you. He hummed and licked at your pulse point. The blunt, broad pressure of his cock against your entrance had you gasping but you kept yourself still, gripping onto his collar like it was a life line. His muscles flexed, tensed and twitched, and he slid his hips forward. A frustrated growl rumbled from his throat when your body didn’t give way to him. Pressure built and built, an ache throbbing in your center from it. James shifted his hips again, changed the angle, but still no luck. Something close to a roar forced its way out of his chest and he sat back on his haunches. He grabbed your thighs, pulling them further apart and sliding them higher up on his waist. His paw found its way to your hips again and he held you steady, giving you no room to flinch away from him.

His cock slid over your pussy one, two times and then he took hold of it, guiding the tip to rest on your entrance. He leaned over you and licked up your cheek, the texture of his tongue pulling a surprised giggle out of you. The solid weight of his paw on your lower stomach had you relaxing, your body going limp and loose under him. James rolled his hips forwards again, but this time he didn’t let up, he kept pressing and pressing and pressing until finally the tip of his cock slid into you. Just that had you feeling like you were being split open, the stretch shooting though your muscles, aching and stinging where you were split open around him. A thin moan slipped from you while you tried to breathe through the burn, tears welling up behind your eyelids. James stilled himself after what must have only been another inch or two, but to you it felt like he was filing you completely. A ragged groan left his chest and he shuddered, his fingers flexing around your hips. Your teeth dug into your tongue and your brow furrowed.

James began pressing into you again, sliding deeper inch by inch, forcing you open around him. It was far too much, the stretch making your skin prickle. He shoved the air out of your lungs, moulding your body around his too-large cock. He kept going and going, filling you with a brutally slow pace. It seemed like it would never end. You felt every ridge and vein and bump of his cock rubbing against your sensitive walls. You let out a broken whimper and clutched onto James’ collar tighter, your nails biting into the supple leather. James was shaking above you, his jaw clenched and his eyes heavy. He was holding himself back from slamming into, from ripping you open and using you the way he needed to. Part of you wanted him to. A wet gasp left your lips when the head of his cock hit a spot in you that you had never felt before. Electricity shot up your spine and the tears you were holding back seeped from your eyes, silently trailing down your cheeks. James froze when you gave a sniffle.

“Does it hurt? We can stop if you want.” James’ voice was strained and he trembled, his shoulders rising and falling in uneven heaves. It did hurt, felt like you were being torn apart from the inside out but you couldn’t even think of having him stop. You shook your head, tugging him back down by his collar and pressing your face into his chest.

“No,” you panted into his fur. “Don’t stop, want it all.” You were dizzy with need, your body light and airy. James was the only thing keeping you tethered to this earth, his broad frame caging you in, his paw on your hips, his cock filling you slowly. He hummed at your response and lapped up the tears that had gathered along your temple.

“Good girl, such a brave girl for me. ‘M so lucky, such a perfect mate.” He shifted his hips forward, pressing another few inches in. The slide of his cock into you was so dizzyingly good you were barely aware of what he was saying. A sigh punched out of your chest when he moved impossibly deeper. You kept your eyes closed tight, too overwhelmed to look down and see how much of him you still had to take.

“Oh fuck, thank you, thank you sweet girl. God, you feel so good. Best fucking pussy, so tight, so fucking warm. Knew you were made to take my cock, knew you were made for me.” He dragged his nose along the outline of your lips, nudging your face. “Gonna fuck you full of me, gonna breed this sweet cunt. Pretty girl, you’re gonna look so good carrying my pups.”

He jerked his hips into you, his cock rubbing your sensitive walls as he slid the final bit in. He went still, inhumanly so, barely even breathing when he bottomed out in you. He was thick and hard inside you, pressing against you and spreading you around him. His knot pressed against your entrance and he huffed when you shifted on him. The paw on your stomach pressed down harder to keep you still and you had to bite back a scream. The added pressure sent stars sparking behind your eyelids, a whimper shooting through your clenched lips when your walls were forced tighter around him. Blinking your eyes open, you looked down your body to where he was splitting you around him. It was obscene just how thick he was, the way you felt stuffed full of him and you still hadn’t taken his knot yet. It was pressing against you, not fully formed yet, but the suggestion of it was enough to have you shivering. James was quivering above you, his heavy breaths hitting your skin and stirring your hair. He let out a low whine when you clenched around him, his claws pricking into your hips.

“Hold still, baby you gotta hold still for a minute.” He leaned down, bracketing his forearms by your head to prop himself up. The small movement had him shifting inside you, the head of his cock nestling firmly up against the entrance to your womb. You whined at that, the sheer fullness rendering you unable to speak.

“Shh, baby, shh. You gotta stay still, you just feel too good. Fuck, don’t wanna cum yet.” James groaned, but you could see his self-control fracturing. You wanted it to, wanted him to give into the beast. The pain had gone, faded while your body relaxed around him. He had made room for himself in you, your insides pressed together and squished. You opened your mouth to beg him to move, to do something, but all you were able to make was a broken sounding whine. Flexing your legs around James’ waist you dug your heels into his side, pulling a wordless groan from him.

“Fuck, okay, ‘m gonna…” James nudged the underside of your jaw, his tongue lapping along the shell of your ear. “Need to fuck you now, ‘ve gotta. Can’t take it anymore.”

You moaned with agreement, digging your nails into the soft fur on the back of his neck. One paw went back down to your hips, pinning you to the floor. Even the slightest shift of his hips had your back bowing, electricity pulsing through you at the drag of his cock inside you. James pulled back, slowly, groaning at the feeling of you sliding around him. He sat there for a moment, looking down between your thighs to where you were joined together. You clenched around him, too needy to sit still and wait. You felt like you were on fire, your skin tingling and your core burning with raw desire.

“Fuckkk,” James rumbled, his head thudding onto your shoulder while he pushed back into you. The slide of him knocked the breath out of you, the head of his cock rubbing up against spots in you that made your brain shut off. You were dizzy with pleasure, your head thrown back and your neck taught, your lips parted in a silent scream. James shuddered when he bottomed out again, grinding his hips up and into you, pressing just the slightest bit deeper. It had you both whining and you pulled him towards you, your breath tickling his muzzle.

“James,” it was the first word you were able to get out since he’d been inside you, it was the only word in your head. “Need, need, fuck,” you stammered, “need more, please.”

Panting into his fur you pressed your lips to his muzzle, kissing along the broad flat of his nose. He shifted back and drove himself into you again, the motion jostling your body up the blankets. He kept his movements slow and gentle, only pulling out a couple inches before pressing back in. He was twitching under your hands, his muscles jumping beneath the fur. Heat built up between your bodies, your skin slick and shiny with sweat. The world became hazy around you with every thrust of James’ cock into you. It sent liquid heat up your spine, reduced you to wordless babbling. It was so deep you swore he was in your lungs, all the way in your throat. James rumbled, shushing you, and dragged his tongue over your lips before straightening up. He towered over you, filling your line of sight. His head snapped downwards and he let out a feral moan at the sight of you wrapped around him.

“Look at you, sucking me back in. You were made for this, made to take my cock, made to be my mate. Fuck, you’re perfect, my perfect girl.” His grip on your hips flexed, his fingers tightening to the point that you could feel fresh bruises blooming under your skin. The words sent a rush to your head, your pussy fluttering around him at the praise. Every thrust from James had you burning up, honey-like pleasure filling your core. Your hips jerked up in time with him in little bunny humps that ground your walls against his length. James had given up on trying to keep you still, instead he watched you thrash on his cock and met the frantic roll of your hips. A deep moan left his throat and his hips jerked forward, hard, pushing you up the sheets. A shriek left your lips at the sudden fullness, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. Heat shot up your spine, a shiver running through you.

“Fuck, sorry. I just, fuck, can’t help it, feels too good.” James gritted out.

“Agian, please, again.” You whined. “C’mon Jamie, need you to fuck me. Use me, please.”

“Y’sure?”

“Yes, James, already told you. I know you need it.” You whined with a buck of your hips.

He grunted and pulled himself back until just under half of him remained in you. You barely had time to take a breath before he was slamming back in, burying his cock in you in one brutal thrust. It sent you sliding on the blankets, James grip tightening to keep you in place. Licking a line up your sternum James pulled out of you again, leaving just the tip left inside you. You whimpered at the sudden emptiness, canting your hips up to try and take him deeper. He rammed himself into you before pulling out again, setting a ruthless pace. The blankets rubbed your spine with every thrust, a burn already spreading on your skin. You twisted your fingers in the fabric, desperate for anything to grip onto. James’ other paw fell to your torso, both of them pinning you down so he could fuck into you.

He was so deep you saw stars every time he slammed back in, his cock ramming into the entrance of your womb. Nothing existed other than pleasure, a syrupy warmth filling your veins and numbing your senses. The slick sound of James cock driving into you has you whining in embarrassment, your wetness coating the fur on his stomach and thighs. His animalistic groans echoed in the small building, filthy and raw. His claws had bitten through your flesh at some point, blood mixing with the sweat that had pooled on your stomach. James bared his teeth and threw his head back, a whimper slipping through his lips.

“Fuck, so good, so fucking good.” James’ chin dropped to his chest and he gazed down at you, eyes swimming with adoration. He hunched over you, bracing himself with one paw by your head, the other still holding onto your waist. Little, broken moans punched out of your chest with every thrust, your jaw hanging open uselessly. You kicked your heels into his flank, urging him to fuck you harder, faster.

“James, oh God, Jamie…” You whimpered, floundering. Tears made your throat thick and sore, the words coming out choppy and broken. James hummed at your debauched state, running his nose along the curve of your jaw.

“Yeah? What is it baby? W’dya need? I’ll give it to you, whatever you want. My sweet girl, my sweet mate.” He sped up thrusts, going impossibly faster somehow. His knot pressed against your cunt with every drive of him into you, growing harder and larger.

Heat rose beneath your skin, coiling low in your belly before spreading through you at the feeling of it.

“So good to me, so fucking good. Taking my cock so well, letting me use you. Such a good girl, my good girl.” His fangs scraped against your throat, leaving red lines against your skin. “‘M so lucky, God, look at you, you’re perfect. So lucky you’re all mine. Gonna make sure it stays that way, gonna mark you, breed you, my little mate.”

His voice broke off into a growl at the end, his teeth scraping harder on your skin. The frantic pace of him between your legs had your back bowing. Your hands scrabbled beside you until you finally brushed James' forearm; you tangled your fingers into the fur, dug your nails into the thick skin underneath. It took everything in you not to scream with every thrust. It was all too much, you were overfull, too flooded with pleasure to think straight. All you wanted was James, for him to cum inside you, make you his. The thought had your hips jerking and James moaned, his cock throbbing inside you.

“Shit, yeah, that’s it.” He huffed, “c’mon baby, need you. Need you so, so bad. Don’t leave, please. Gotta, gotta have you, always.”

“You have me, I’m all yours James.” The words tumbled out before you could think. James’ thrusts stuttered and he let out a whine, burying his face in your chest. He slammed into you harder, his cock hitting something in you that had you letting out a ragged cry. Stars sparked in your guts, the line between pleasure and pain blurred so much you weren’t sure it even existed.

“That’s right.” He rumbled, “mine, my mate, all mine.” He pulled away from your chest, pressing up onto his knees and looking down at you. His eyes fell to your stomach and widened at the bulge that appeared with every thrust of his cock. He brought his paw to your tummy and pressed down on it, feeling himself through your body.

“Fuck, look at that, taking me so well.” He purred, he pressed down harder, forcing you to contact around him. “Fuck, so fucking tight. You’re perfect like this, all stuffed full of me.”

“Oh my God,” was all you could get out. You were beyond words, the world reduced to a haze around you. The slide of James’ cock into you had white hot pleasure pooling in your core, the tension in your gut building to its breaking point. You shuddered, fluttering around him, your eyes slamming shut.

“Gonna, fuck,” James paw spasmed around your waist, his claws digging in. “Gonna keep you full of me all the time. Gonna breed this cunt, gonna knock my sweet girl up.”

The knot pressing on your entrance had grown larger, slamming against you to the point that you were sore. You canted your hips up, grinding on it, desperate to have it inside you.

“Please, oh fuck, please James. Breed me, knot me, please, need it.” You babbled, begging him with hooded eyes. James growled at your words, baring his teeth. You felt like a frayed rope, bound to snap at any moment. Tears fell freely down your temple, mixing with the sweat that damped your hairline. Your thighs ached, your ass throbbing from where James’ hips had been slamming into it. But all of that faded into the background as searing heat filled your veins. A shocked gasp left your lips when James’ claws scraped your ribs. He wedged a paw under you, lifting you up and off the floor, cradling you to his chest. Your head fell forward onto his sternum and you pressed your face into his fur, inhaling the scent of him. His hips bucked up into you and you whimpered, feeling him sliding impossibly deeper like that.

He was grunting something in your ear but you couldn’t hear it over the fuzz in your head. The paw on your waist tugged, pulling you down harshly. He yanked again and your body finally gave way. White flashed behind your eyelids and you let out a sob, your pussy convulsing rapidly around him. Pleasure ripped through your body, urgent and pulsing. You went limp in his hold, half-moans, half-sobs falling from your parted lips as he kept fucking you.

“Fuck, fuck, that’s it, good girl. Just take it. Gonna breed you fuck, gonna make you mine.” He jerked up into you frantically, his rhythm faltering. He whimpered in your ear, his nose pressing into your neck. He lapped at the column of your throat, trailing his way down to the meat of your shoulder. He was shaking under you, his claws ripping into your waist. A soft grunt was the only warning you got from him before his teeth were clamping down around the crook of your neck. You weren’t able to focus on it long though, his hips stuttered and then he was slamming up into you, fucking his knot into your pussy. The stretch had you whimpering, sharp pain lacing up from your core.

James held you through it, pulling his teeth from your flesh gently and licking over the wound. His paw slid up from your back, cupping the back of your head and pulling you closer to him. You let the warmth of his body soothe you, melting into his embrace. Even with your eyes closed the world still spun when James laid you both down, keeping you on his chest with his cock still in you. Exhaustion seeped into your bones, rendering you immobile on top of James.

“Shh, that’s it sweet girl, just relax.” He purred in your ear, his paw rubbing a soothing pattern up and down your spine. He avoided the scrapes and cuts he left on you, careful not to leave anymore as he comforted you. A sigh left you and you nuzzled into him.

“‘M so tired.” It was an effort to get the words out, all the energy drained from your body. James laughed under you, the rumble echoing through your body.

“Better sleep while you can sweetheart, we got a couple of days before this is over.”

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