Summary: Valko explains it takes two to knot.
A/n: @reilemon, I wrote it. Lol. MDNI banner by @/ cafekitsune
Your thighs shiver as you struggle to keep them open for Valko's gentle caresses on your clit. Sensitive and swollen, you whimper as it throbs heatedly under his fingers. Small tears trace salty tracks down your cheeks and Valko kisses them away without stopping his maddening touches.
"Val, please…" you beg, nails sinking into his arm, leaving half-moon dents in his thick biceps. "Been ages...No more...just need to cum..."
He licks your ear, followed by a nibble as his free hand cups your breast, tweaking your pebbled nipple in time with his circles on your clit. "You're not ready yet mouse," he purrs, his hot breath tickling your skin.
"Do you know why I need you all hot and drippy and tender before I breed you?" That deep, throaty voice that Valko used when he was explaining biology takes over, pushing you further into sin. "Do you know how knotting works?"
You gasp as he slides a finger into your slick pussy, thrusting gently as his thumb takes over working your engorged bud. "I'm only one half of the knot, sweetheart."
Your walls clench around the invading digit, too eager for the stimulation. "What?" Mind hazy and fractured, you barely form the word.
"Yes little mouse. See, you help form the knot too." He licks the shell of your ear, tugging your nipple to keep you alert. "When I touch you like this, you get a little needier for me every second. And the needier you get, the wetter you get. And the wetter you are, the easier for me to slide right into this poor little hole that's desperate for my cock."
A shivering moan tears from your throat as his finger disappears past his knuckle, and he presses into your clit firmly, continuing those circling motions.
"What do you think happens if you're not as needy as you should be, and I slip in?" He pauses all his actions, giving you a second to gather your wits and reply, but all you could think about was having an orgasm, to fall apart on his fingers like a little pathetic toy.
"You don't know?" He chuckles lowly, but kisses your cheek. "That's ok mouse. If you did, it means I'm not touching you right." And all at once, he resumes everything, your body tight as a bowstring under his wicked ministrations.
"See, if you're not completely ready, these walls here won't swell up when I breed you. And if they aren't swollen, then it means my knot won't last as long. It'll slip out sooner. Do you want that?"
You shake your head no as you gulp in air, hips arching shamelessly against his hand.
"Good girl," Valko growls. "Yeah, you want to be knotted good as I pump you full of cum, huh? Want me all up in there as long as possible, milk me dry with those heavenly walls."
He inserts a second finger and you nearly black out from the pleasure as he scissors, stretching your walls to their limit. You cunt spasms in warning, but before the feeling can build, he pulls them out, and you're left empty and aching.
"Valko!" Tears sting your eyes and he licks them away.
"It's ok mouse. You're not ready yet. I'll knot you so good when you are." He licks and bites down your neck, leaving marks as his middle finger gathers moisture from your leaking hole and rubs it onto your clit.
No matter how you started, you always ended up like this.
Tonight it began with you on top, straddling Valko’s lap, hands braced on his broad chest as you rode him with vigour, savoring the way his eyes fluttered and his breath hitched every time you rolled your hips just right.
“Fuck, doll… you look so good like this,” he groaned, hands gripping your thighs, thumbs stroking the soft skin there. His tail thumped lazily against the bed, ears twitching with pleasure.
You leaned down to kiss him, smiling against his lips.
He hummed, clearly enjoying the view. For about five minutes.
Then his hands tightened on your hips. That familiar hungry glint appeared in his golden eyes. In one smooth, powerful motion he flipped you both, putting you on your hands and knees before you could even protest.
“Valko-!”
“Shh,” he murmured, voice already rough as he pressed against your back, lips brushing your ear. “Just feels good like this. Can’t help it.”
You tried to tease him even as he pushed back inside you with one smooth thrust. “You always say that.”
“Because it’s true,” he groaned, hips snapping forward in that perfect, mind melting rhythm. One big hand pressed between your shoulder blades, keeping your chest down while your ass stayed up exactly how he liked it. “You look so fucking pretty arched like this. All mine.”
His other hand grabbed your thigh, holding you in place as he fucked you harder, deeper, the wet sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. No matter if you started riding him, in missionary, or even spooning, somehow, some way, you always ended up right here.
Face down, ass up, with your boyfriend pounding into you like he was made for it.
You moaned into the pillow, pushing back to meet his thrusts. “Admit it… you’re just a dog at heart.”
He chuckled, leaning over you to bite gently at your shoulder. “Not like you mind it.”
he follows you around while you’re trying to do chores, hugs you flush against his body when it’s hot as hell outside, and never sits more than a hair’s width apart from you.
it’s strange, of course, but bearable. a little endearing, even.
until he gets more comfortable.
he tails you in the kitchen while you’re prepping ingredients, resulting in more than a few spills. he peeks over your shoulder while you’re playing games on your phone, and you wonder how many accidental head bumps it’ll take to get a concussion.
with each new transgression, you feel your patience waning away.
it’s not entirely his fault. whenever he tells you stories about his pack, roughhousing and cuddling and chatting all the time, you can tell how close-knit they are—how boundaries are an option to them, not an obligation.
but when he barges into the bathroom one day, blabbing about jewelry while you’re squatting mid-stream, you've finally had enough.
“hey, can you look at this bracelet i made? it’s pretty enough, i guess, but i feel like something’s missi—”
“out!” you screech. “out, out, out!”
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he sits on the floor. you sit on the couch.
“we need to set some ground rules.”
his ears lie flat on his head.
“you get really close to me sometimes.”
his brows furrow. “‘cause i like you.”
“i like you too. but i can get sensitive with things like this. i need more personal space than you do, remember?”
“you want me to stay away from you?” his voice is hoarse, and his tail swishes in distress.
unable to resist, you ruffle his red hair. “i didn’t say that, now did i? most times, i love how clingy you are.” his ears perk up. “i love how open you are with your affection. i’m only asking…maybe you could be more selective about when you give it? like, it’s probably not the best time if i’m having a bad day, or feeling overstimulated, or, i don’t know, in the bathroom, for example.” you cock your head and look down at him with a smile. “yeah?”
“yeah.” he nods to himself. “i can do that.”
“thank you.”
hope shines in his amber eyes. “are we okay now?”
you lean forward and tap the underside of his chin. “we’ve always been okay, you goof.”
valko’s lips curl into his trademark grin. “then…permission to hug?”
warmth flows through you as you laugh and spread your arms. “permission granted.”
۶ৎ valko has a shameful tendency to squeeze your butt aggressively prior to holding your waist when you're shopping together. it's nearly automatic. he can't simply walk alongside you without squishing it at least once, it's an addiction of his.
۶ৎ since you met him, valko has developed a cuddling necessity. he won't be able to drift off during bedtime without his big beefy arms delicately wrapped around either you or a oversized plush. so naturally, he playfully bought himself one for the nights you aren't sleeping underneath the same sheets.
۶ৎ valko checks your social media accounts once he catches some alone time like a reflex, more often than he'd like to admit. it's genuinely involuntary, poor baby can't help himself. he must see you, even if it's the exact photo he's seen countless times.
۶ৎ a relatively overprotective and possessive partner. what's his, can't be anyone else's. valko entirely rejects the idea of sharing and typically, his naturally territorial nature is somewhat subtle but never absent.
pairing: bf!valko x reader
synopsis: you prank your anti-deforestation boyfriend by telling him you shaved your bush...
cw: suggestive but no explicit content, established relationship, fluff, kinda crack-fick
wc: 700
a/n: he's soooo cute in this photo ugh
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“You did what?”
“I shaved it off, Valko.” you repeat for the second time.
He stares at you, conflicted and confused. His eyebrows are knit together tightly in a frown.
“Why?” he blinks at you a couple times.
“I thought it would be less bothersome for you.” you shrug, holding your smile back.
“You—” he starts but loses his words halfway. “Okay wait, I need a moment.” he huffs in disbelief. Leaning back against the counter behind him, his hand comes up to rub at the bottom half of his face.
You fold your arms over your chest and look around the kitchen, avoiding his gaze to try and not laugh.
“Why would you think it’s bothersome for me? Did I do something to make you think that?” he asks, his tone softer. Clearly, this was a very serious matter to him.
You shake your head in response. “No… I mean, I just assumed. Most men don’t like that.”
“Most men??— baby, what about what Valko likes?” he stares down at you, distraught and betrayed.
Your eyes widen and you chuckle shortly. “Did you just refer to yourself in third person?”
He ignores your question, and before you know it, your feet are lifted off the ground and his large palms are holding onto your hips as he sets you down on the counter.
“What are you doing—” you gasp.
“Show me. I wanna see it.” he requests, completely serious.
“Are you crazy?! Why?”
“Because I don’t believe you. I know that you know I love your bush.”
You scoff at him in disbelief. “I’m not showing you anything!”
“Why? ‘Cause you lied?” he tilts his head closer to you.
“No—because now’s not the time.” you stutter a bit, clearly caught red-handed.
“Haven’t heard that one before.” He raises an eyebrow, his smirk growing. “You’re usually eager—”
You cut him off by putting your hands over his mouth. He laughs into them before swiping his tongue, licking them. You pull away immediately, as if you’d been burned.
A beat of silence passes as you wipe your wet palm against the fabric of his shirt. He doesn’t seem to mind, he doesn’t even flinch, evidently used to it.
The two of you stare at each other in silence, your hand remains atop his shoulder where you just wiped it. You watch him as he carefully lowers himself on his knees, eyes remaining glued to you the entire time. His hands move to rest on your knees.
You feel your face burn up and immediately tighten your grip on his shoulder. “Okay fine—it was a prank!” you blurt out.
He freezes in his movements. “Really?”
You look away, and then back at him momentarily to nod.
His hands still holding your knees, he closes them and rests his forehead against them while breathing out a sigh of relief. “You scared me for a second there.”
You chuckle at the sight, your hand finding its way to his burgundy locks. “That scary, huh?”
He leans into your hand, tilting his head sideways, and stares up at you as you continue brushing your fingers through his hair. “Yeah, you owe me an apology.”
You start scratching a particular spot you knew he liked. “Alright, alright. I’m sorry.”
He hums at the sensation, closing his eyes and enjoying your caress. His wolf ears pop out suddenly, and you notice his tail swishing behind him. When he opens his eyes again, they hold a different intent. A heavier one.
“I think you’re gonna have to give me more than an apology actually…” he grins.
You quirk an eyebrow, and before you can speak, he stands back up and lifts you into his arms. Your hands immediately find his firm shoulders for balance.
His face is flushed now, and his eyes are dim. “... can I?” he pleas softly, waiting for your approval.
Noticing you leaning down towards him, he lowers you so you’re face to face with him. You press your lips to his tenderly. “... yes, you can.”
His breathing is steady and he seems calm, but his rapidly wagging tail behind him gives him away.
The two of you remain quiet as he carries you to your room and sets you down on the mattress, already understanding each other without using words.
The scent of the apartment hit him before he even reached the door.
That was always how it worked. Valko would clear the front door, shift his bag on his shoulder, and without thinking—without even meaning to—his chest would expand, pulling in everything. The sharp bite of the laundry detergent you both used, the faint trace of the citrus dish soap from the morning’s coffee mugs. The ghost of whatever you'd cooked that morning. And underneath all of it, quiet and constant and unbearably familiar, the warm specific sweetness of you.
Two years of this. Two years and it still stopped him on his tracks every single time.
To anyone who shared a class with him, Valko was the guy with half rimmed glasses, soft sweaters, neckband headphones around his collar like he'd forgotten they were there, a battered copy of whatever textbook he was working through dog eared on his desk. He took meticulous notes in handwriting that was almost too neat.
He called his mother every Sunday without fail, usually from the kitchen while something was already on the stove. He brought back containers of homemade food after weekend visits home and left them in the fridge with little labeled lids because he knew you'd forget to eat otherwise.
He was, by every reasonable measure, a gentle giant with a soft spot for his family and an embarrassing weakness for old equipment manuals.
The wolf underneath all of that was another matter entirely.
He'd stopped trying to logic his way out of it somewhere around month six of your lease. The obsession had settled into him quietly, the way water finds the shape of whatever holds it—gradual, total, and by the time he noticed, already everywhere. He loved the way you laughed when he miscalculated a doorframe carrying furniture. He loved that you used his arm like a headrest when you were tired without seeming to notice you were doing it. He loved that you trusted him with the small, unglamorous parts of your life—the bad days, the grocery runs at midnight, the moments when you needed someone solid nearby without having to explain why.
He told himself it was just closeness. That it was natural, living with someone this long. That plenty of people felt this way about their roommates.
He was lying to himself and he knew it.
You never noticed the small things. That was the part that made it simultaneously easier and worse.
You didn't notice the way his jaw tightened every time you mentioned Caleb's name in passing. You didn't notice that when he draped his coat over your shoulders on cold nights, he always took a moment longer than necessary to settle it there, his hands resting briefly on your shoulders, his nose dipping almost imperceptibly toward your hair. You didn't notice the way his whole body oriented toward you when you moved through a room, like a plant turns toward a window without deciding to.
Two years of this and you'd noticed none of it.
Caleb, though. Caleb was a different kind of problem.
The name sat wrong in Valko's mouth every time he heard it. Your boyfriend. The pilot stationed out in Skyhaven, the one who'd existed in Valko's life as nothing more than a name and a reason you packed a bag every other weekend. You always went to him. A wave from the doorway, a small oveñnight bag, the shuttle to Skyhaven. Back by Sunday night, sometimes Monday morning if the transit ran slow.
Two years, and Valko had never once seen him. Fine. He could work with that.
What he couldn't work with was the scent. Or rather, the complete absence of it.
It defied every instinct he had. A man who kept a woman—who spent weekends with her, who held her hand and her body—should leave something behind. It was a biological fact, not a sentiment. Every time you came home from Skyhaven, Valko would brace for it. Would stand in the hallway with his teeth ground together preparing to smell another man all over you.
Every single time, there was nothing.
Just you. Clean and warm, like you'd spent the weekend alone in a hotel and not with someone who was supposed to love you. No territorial overlap. No claim. Nothing.
It didn't reassure him. It made him furious. A man who loved you would mark you without even trying—it would just happen, the natural consequence of closeness and time. The fact that it hadn't happened said something.
He doesn't know what he has.
Since Caleb clearly wasn't going to handle it, Valko had decided— without discussing it with anyone, including himself—to handle it instead.
It had started small. Sitting on your side of the couch when you were out because "the lamp was better over there". Leaning in your doorframe a beat longer than necessary. Gradually, the apartment had become his in ways that only his own nose could confirm. Your throw blanket carried him now. The pillow on the left side of your bed—your side—carried him. He'd lie across your mattress on the afternoons you were in seminar, shoulders rolling slow against the sheets, transferring the scent from the back of his neck and the inside of his wrists onto everything you'd touch when you slept.
He wanted to be the reason the room felt safe to you, even if you'd never know why.
The laundry had come later. He'd started folding yours without being asked because it was a practical thing to do, a completely normal roommate thing—and if his hands slowed over certain items, if he stood in the laundry room for longer than strictly necessary with warm shirts pressed to his face, that was between him and the four walls.
He wasn't proud of the drawer.
Your scent there was undiluted, something the rest of the apartment couldn't match—private, concentrated, intimate. The first time he'd opened it he'd been looking for your spare key. He'd stood there for a long time, glasses pushed up into his hair, one hand braced on your dresser, taking slow careful breaths and trying to remember what reasonable behavior felt like.
He'd gone back to his room. He'd thought about you.
He'd told himself it would clear his head.
It had not cleared his head.
Two days ago he stood in front of your closet with his heart going faster than he wanted to admit.
You'd been out getting groceries. His hand moved through your dirty clothes on autopilot, past the jeans, past the sweaters, until his fingers closed around silk.
Soft. Warm from being buried against other fabric. Almost nothing against the width of his palm.
He lifted them to his face before he'd fully decided to.
There was your scent, the core of it. He stood there breathing it in with his eyes closed and his chest heaving, and then, he searched. Every thread. Looking for any trace of another man underneath yours.
Nothing. Just you. Entirely unmarked you.
The growl that came out of him was low enough that only he could hear it.
Something about that absence sent a rush of heat down his spine that he wasn't prepared for. His back had found the closet wall.
He couldn't stop himself.
One hand kept the silk pressed to his face. The other worked fast around his cock, his jaw tight, breathing controlled through sheer habit. He'd imagined you beneath him, his weight pinning you into the mattress, his teeth finding the curve of your shoulder, his scent finally, permanently replacing the nothing that Caleb had left behind. When he came it was blinding and quiet, his head dropping back, his whole body shaking with the force of it.
He'd cleaned up carefully. Returned everything. Walked to the kitchen and put the kettle on like a normal person.
He was a patient man. He was methodical. He had excellent grades and he called his mother on Sundays and he was going to wait for the right moment. But the conclusion had already been reached, somewhere in the back of his skull where logic and instinct lived side by side.
He was going to take you. It was a matter of time. He was just waiting for the right moment to show you that a real man didn't leave his woman smelling like an empty room.
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The July heat was suffocating. Valko had been inside an exam room for two hours and his brain felt wrung out like a dish cloth. His glasses had fogged twice on the walk from campus, he was looking forward to the AC. He was looking forward to you.
It was a Friday so he'd stopped at the bakery on the corner. Two cinnamon rolls, extra cream cheese frosting. He had them in a plastic bag hooked over two fingers.
He reached the door and stopped. His nose twitched.
The scent of the hallway was wrong. Not dangerous, just wrong.
Valko's brow creased. He put his glasses back on.
He unlocked the door slowly, the click of the mechanism very loud in the quiet hallway, and pushed it open.
The air inside hit him all at once.
He stopped moving. His hand stayed on the doorknob, grip tightening by degrees until the metal pressed hard into his palm, and he stood in the entryway and looked at his living room like a man trying to solve a problem he hadn't been told existed.
There was someone on the couch.
Long legs stretched toward the coffee table. Dark tactical jacket, sleeves pushed up, the kind of build that came from actual use rather than a gym.
And tucked against his side, head on his chest, hand flat against his collarbone—
You. Laughing at something he'd just said.
Caleb.
Valko's mind was still trying to catch up. His instincts weren't waiting.
The heat that moved through him was immediate, flooding from his chest out, his vision sharpening at the edges the way it did when something in him decided a situation required full attention. His breathing stayed controlled—barely, through discipline and nothing else—while every animal thing in him was screaming to move forward. To put himself between you and the man currently comfortable in a space he had no right to be comfortable in.
My couch. The thought was irrational and he knew it and it didn't help. My apartment. My—
As if feeling the shift in the room, Caleb's head turned.
His eyes found Valko's across the space with a directness that said he'd known someone was there before the door finished opening. Dark eyes, calm, taking in Valko's full height and the white knuckled grip on the doorframe.
He didn't look away.
Neither did Valko.
You sat up, something lighting in your face when you saw him. "You're home early." You smiled, easy and warm, completely unaware of the temperature of the room. "Valko, this is my boyfriend Caleb. Caleb, this is my roommate, Valko."
Caleb stood up and extended his hand. He was tall—nearly matching Valko’s height—but where Valko was built like an immovable wall of muscle, Caleb possessed the lethal, agile grace of a feline.
Valko crossed the room and took it.
"Good to meet you," Caleb said. Flat. Even.
And the bottom dropped out of everything he thought he understood.
The scent hit him the second their palms connected, not foreign, not the aggressive territorial brand of another man he'd been grinding his teeth against for two years. It was you—your exact scent, the one Valko had spent two years cataloguing down to its smallest note—but run through something else entirely. Deeper. Heavier. Amplified through the biology of a dominant male until it had become its own thing, something that pressed into Valko's lungs like a hand against his sternum and didn't let up.
Caleb smelled like you the way a home smelled like the people who lived in it.
Two people did not share the same biological signature. That was not how any of this worked. Unless—
His brain didn't finish the thought. His body had already moved on without him.
The heat he felt all over his body was not aggression. That was the part that made no sense, the part that his wolf had no framework for because this wasn't a territorial response. This wasn't the hot, focused anger he'd been bracing for every time he imagined finally meeting the man who had you. This was something strange and considerably more humiliating, a frequency he hadn't known he could receive, vibrating straight through the bones of his hand where Caleb's grip still held.
His cock hardened so fast his vision went momentarily white at the edges.
He couldn't stop it. Couldn't reason with it. Two years of wanting you, of your scent living in the back of his throat like something he'd swallowed and never fully digested—and now here was this man, wearing you like a second skin, your sweetness wound so completely through his scent that Valko couldn't separate the two. Couldn't find where you ended and Caleb began.
It was the most overwhelming thing he had ever experienced. His knees felt weak.
Caleb's grip tightened.
His eyes hadn't moved from Valko's face. Valko watched the shift happen—the smile staying but changing underneath, becoming something quieter and darker. He'd clocked the pupil dilation. He'd clocked all of it.
"Something wrong?" Caleb asked
Valko could not breathe. The apartment was saturated with your/his scent and his body was making decisions he hadn't authorized, and he was going to do something catastrophic if he stayed in this room for another ten seconds. He didn't know what but he didn't want to find out.
He pulled his hand back.
"I forgot—" His voice came out completely unrecognizable. He didn't look at you. Couldn't. "The lab. I left something. I have to—"
He was already at the door. He had no memory of crossing the room.
The hallway air hit him cold and he kept walking, down the stairs, out into the July heat that suddenly felt like nothing compared to what he'd just left behind.
A/n: I just wanted to make some cute and sexy headcanons for our beefy werewolf and oh my God, I made him so puppy-coded ahh I just wanted some of these to be unique ;~; comments, reblogs, and likes deeply appreciated! NSFW ones are under a warning divider.
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Valko was late-diagnosed with ADHD around the time the two of you first started dating. He gave medication an honest try, but it only lasted about a month. Neither of you liked how much of his sparkle seemed to disappear when he was on it. These days, you’d both rather put up with his forgetfulness, restless energy, and tendency to get distracted halfway through a sentence than lose the vibrant personality you fell in love with.
Valko absolutely loves taking you off-roading in his Ford Bronco. The rougher the trail, the bigger his grin gets. He’ll deliberately aim for muddy hills, rocky creek crossings, and winding forest paths just to hear you laugh when the whole SUV bounces beneath you. By the time you get home, the Bronco is filthy, you’re both covered in dust, and he’s already asking where you should explore next weekend.
Every hike turns into a treasure hunt because Valko can’t stop collecting little things for you. He’ll tuck tiny wildflowers behind your ear, and add another bloom to the growing bouquet in your hand. He’s a walking encyclopedia of plants. If he finds a fallen branch that’s big enough, though, all bets are off. He’ll light up like an excited kid, sprint over to grab it, and proudly use it as a walking stick for the rest of the hike. More than once you’ve had to yell at him not to start lifting entire fallen tree trunks just because he wants to test his strength. He claims he’s “just curious.” You secretly think it’s kind of hot.
Camping is one of his favorite ways to spend time with you. After a day hike, he’ll happily build the campfire while you set up the tent. Once the sun goes down, the two of you end up lying on a blanket with chocolate s’mores crumbed around your lips and his, watching the stars. He always claims he knows the constellations, but at least half of them are names he made up on the spot.
Valko has an incredible amount of restless energy and struggles to sit still for very long. You finally got tired of watching him reach for his phone every ten minutes during movie nights, so you started buying him fidget toys instead. To your surprise, they actually worked. Now he’ll happily click, spin, squeeze, or fiddle with whatever little gadget you’ve handed him while the two of you watch a movie, his attention staying on the screen instead of drifting somewhere else.
He absolutely hates fireworks. His hearing is far too sensitive for them, so every Fourth of July he quietly disappears with a pair of earplugs before the first boom even goes off. You’ll usually find him hiding in bed, shoulders tensing every time another explosion rattles the windows. He tries to laugh it off, but if you join him under the blanket and cuddle up beside him, he’ll relax almost immediately.
Valko uses dog shampoo on his tail. You only found out the first time you showered together at his place, when you noticed a bottle sitting next to his regular shampoo and gave him a very confused look. After he explained that it kept the fur cleaner, softer, and healthier, it suddenly made perfect sense. Now he lets you wash and brush his tail for him because he knows how much you enjoy fussing over it.
Taking Valko grocery shopping is dangerous because he’ll wander off for “just a minute” and inevitably come back with an armful of snacks nobody asked for. Somehow the cart always ends up containing kids’ chocolate milk, three kinds of beef jerky, and whatever new flavor of protein bars caught his eye. He’ll proudly present his haul like he accomplished the mission, only for both of you to realize he forgot the one thing you actually went to the store for.
His hands are rough with calluses because he constantly forgets to wear lifting gloves. You’ve bought him hand lotion more than once, but every bottle somehow ends up untouched in the bathroom cabinet. The only way he’ll actually use it is if you take his hands into yours and rub it in for him. He insists it’s because you “do it better,” but you suspect he just likes the excuse to sit there while you hold his hands.
Valko usually prefers floor time over the couch. You’ll be curled up comfortably watching a movie while he sprawls across the floor with his back resting against your legs, occasionally glancing up at you whenever he hears you laugh. If your fingers wander into his hair or behind his wolf ears, he’ll quietly lean back harder against you until he’s practically using your knees as a pillow.
He was surprisingly resistant to joining your little face mask nights at first, insisting they “weren’t really his thing.” It took exactly one evening of you convincing him to try a cooling mask fresh out of the shower. Now it’s become one of his favorite little rituals. The two of you climb onto the couch with a glass of wine, matching face masks on, a movie playing in the background while he cuddles up beside you, pizza rolls heating in the oven.
Valko unconsciously nudges you with his shoulder or forehead when he wants your attention. If you’re reading, he’ll gently bump your arm. If you’re working, he’ll rest his forehead against yours until you finally look up. It’s the werewolf equivalent of saying, “pet me.”
He loves when you play with his hair or scratch behind his wolf ears. He’ll deny it every single time, insisting he doesn’t need it, but within thirty seconds he’s leaning into your hand with his eyes half closed. If you stop too soon, he’ll casually lower his head back under your fingers as if to remind you that you weren’t finished.
Playfighting is practically one of his love languages. He’ll wrestle with you over the TV remote, steal your phone just to make you chase him, and scoop you off the floor the second you try to tackle him. Once he’s caught you, you’re getting tossed over his shoulder or effortlessly lifted into the air like you’re his favorite chew toy, all while he’s laughing too hard to defend himself from your playful punches.
His nose is both a blessing and a curse. He can tell when you’re ovulating long before you mention it, and he can smell the moment your period starts too. It’s endlessly embarrassing because you’ll occasionally catch him pausing mid-conversation to sniff the air around you with genuine curiosity, completely fascinated by every natural change your body goes through. To him it’s just information. To you, it’s mortifying.
He has a not-so-secret obsession with the way you naturally smell. Perfume is nice, but nothing compares to the scent of your skin after a workout. Whenever you exercise together, he’ll inevitably find himself lingering a little too close, completely distracted by the smell of your sweat. He insists your deodorant ruins it and has jokingly complained more than once that it covers up his favorite scent.
He’s almost embarrassingly obsessed with the smell of your lady bits. One evening, you stepped out of the shower only to return to the bedroom and find him completely passed out on the bed with your used panties draped over his face. When you woke him up to ask what on earth he was doing, he looked at you like it was the most natural thing in the world before sleepily mumbling, “you smell delicious.”
He has a ridiculous soft spot for your little socks. The moment you drape your legs across his lap while you’re lounging on the couch, he’ll start rubbing your feet, kneading away any soreness while the two of you watch TV. Every now and then, though, he’ll absentmindedly lift your feet closer to his face and take a long, appreciative sniff before you can stop him. It’s easily one of the most mortifying habits he has. He insists he doesn’t have a foot fetish. You remain highly unconvinced.
Valko absolutely melts when you scratch the sensitive skin along his inner thighs and around his groin, especially after a long day. The moment your fingers find the right spot, he’ll shamelessly spread his legs wider without a second thought, resting back with the most content expression you’ve ever seen. He has absolutely no pride about it. If you’re willing to spoil him, he’s more than happy to sit there and soak up every second of the attention.
For someone so shameless in almost every other aspect of life, Valko is unbelievably private about using the bathroom. The door is always locked, and he refuses to let you anywhere near him while he pees. When you jokingly asked why, he thought about it for a second before answering, completely serious, “maybe I’ll let you hold it when we get married.”
Valko absolutely loves going down on you. He’s a messy eater in every sense of the word, throwing himself into it with shameless enthusiasm until he’s panting from the heat of it. The deeper he gets into pleasing you, the more his restraint disappears. He growls against you without realizing it and ends up drooling all over your pussy while happily lapping at you like he could spend hours there without ever getting his fill. His favorite position is to have you sit on his face if he’s not lifting you upside down by your thighs.
Despite his intimidating size, Valko is naturally more submissive than dominant once the bedroom door closes. It took time for him to fully trust you with that side of himself, but once he did, he flourished. These days he’s an eager, obedient good boy who melts under confident hands, happily letting you take control. He loves being praised, teased, and pushed around a little, and nothing makes him happier than hearing you tell him how well he’s doing.
Pet play comes almost embarrassingly naturally to him. He loves the comforting weight of a leather collar around his neck and owns several different ones, always bringing them over and letting you decide which one you want him to wear that day. He’ll happily chew on a ball gag while looking up at you with those golden eyes, and the moment you clip a leash onto his collar, he’s already following wherever you lead him without the slightest complaint.
His favorite position is, unsurprisingly, doggy style. He loves the feeling of looming over you, wrapping his body around yours while rutting into you with relentless enthusiasm. Half the time he’s completely mesmerized by the sight of your ass bouncing beneath him; the other half he’s watching both of you in the mirror, completely captivated while your praise spurs him on even more.
In the beginning, Valko was incredibly self-conscious about his knot. He always made sure to pull out before finishing, choosing your stomach or back instead, then disappearing into the bathroom almost immediately before you could see what happened afterward. He was embarrassed of himself, convinced his biology would only make things awkward.
That embarrassment didn’t survive for very long. Once he realized you loved every part of him, knot included, he stopped hiding. Now he’s shameless about it, often ending up breathlessly begging to knot you instead. When he’s especially worked up, he’ll press himself close behind you and growl promises into your ear about filling you until your tummy swells with his seed.
He also has an undeniable breeding kink, though admitting it took far longer than admitting almost anything else. It stayed tucked away in the back of his mind until one day he finally confessed it, cheeks burning with embarrassment. Once it was out in the open, roleplay quickly became one of his favorite indulgences, especially whenever the fantasy revolved around you begging for his pups.
Valko has an oddly intense fascination with your breasts, especially your nipples. If chocolate syrup happens to be involved, all the better. He’ll happily lick every drop away with shameless dedication before getting distracted by sucking on your nipples until they’re swollen, completely losing track of time while he quietly enjoys himself.
Full moons bring out a side of Valko that’s almost unrecognizable in bed. The playful teasing fades into something far more primal, leaving him meaner, rougher, and much more commanding than usual. He always feels so guilty afterward, worried he might have been too much, while you’re left reassuring him that seeing that untamed side of him only reminds you that it’s still him underneath it all…And that you think his dominance is just as sexy as his submission.
Summary: Valko finally gets the one thing he’s been fantasizing about: permission to eat your pussy. By the time you reward him, the experience overwhelms him so completely that he climaxes without ever laying a hand on himself.
Word Count: 25k
Warnings/Themes: 18+, MDNI! Sub!Valko, needy!Valko, dom!Valko, switch!Valko, size kink, begging, slight predator/prey, oral sex, oral fixation, Valko rips off your underwear, Valko hoists you upside down for it, Valko cums in his pants
A/n: Please reblog if you enjoy! ^^ This was a request. Thanks!
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It hadn’t been long since Valko had gone from being an enemy the moment you met him to becoming one of your closest allies. Somewhere between exchanging information, relying on each other in the field, and trusting him with things you never thought you would, the line between professional necessity and something infinitely more personal had blurred so gradually that neither of you seemed to notice exactly when it happened. You certainly hadn’t expected it. Hadn’t imagined it. Hadn’t even allowed yourself to hope for it. Then, almost without either of you acknowledging it aloud, it simply…Began.
Your meetings became less about exchanging intel and more about finding excuses to linger afterward. One dinner became another. Coffee turned into drinks. Long conversations stretched well past midnight until one of you realized the restaurant was closing around you. More than once, you stayed so late at his place that he gently insisted you shouldn’t be driving home exhausted, pointing out the way you yawned every few minutes or caught yourself rubbing at your tired eyes. Every time, he offered you the bed without hesitation while he claimed the couch for himself, brushing off your protests with that easy grin of his as though there had never been another option. He never made you feel cornered. Never made you feel like there were expectations waiting behind his kindness. Instead, he somehow managed to make his home feel like the safest place you could have ended up.
And it was because there was never any pressure that things slowly progressed on their own. One night, a lingering hug became a lingering touch. Another, a kiss that should have been taboo stretched into another…And another…Until the two of you found yourselves tangled together across his bed, laughing between stolen breaths as clothes disappeared one piece at a time. There were nights spent kissing until your lips tingled, rolling lazily across tangled sheets with flushed cheeks and racing hearts, stopping only when you were both too breathless to think straight. More than once, Valko eventually excused himself with an embarrassed laugh and disappeared into the shower to deal with the obvious consequences of spending hours wrapped around you, returning later with damp hair, pink ears, and the world’s most innocent smile, as though neither of you needed to acknowledge what he’d have to do.
No matter how many times you mentally scolded yourself for letting things get this far, for allowing yourself to become so hopelessly tangled up with him, you couldn’t deny the truth. Every step had been your choice. You wanted to be there. You wanted him. And honestly…With the way he looked at you, laughed with you, and made you feel so effortlessly safe, how could you not?
He was undeniably handsome. Not exactly your type; not on paper, anyway. If someone had described him to you before you’d met him, you probably would’ve rolled your eyes and confidently insisted he wasn’t the kind of man you’d ever fall for. Yet somehow, against all reason, it wasn’t his looks that had chipped away at your defenses. It was everything underneath them. He was playful in a way that made it impossible to stay irritated with him for long. Affectionate without ever seeming embarrassed by it. Brave enough to throw himself into danger without hesitation, yet emotionally open enough to wear his heart so plainly that you never had to wonder how he felt. He was endlessly adventurous, always finding some new place to drag you or some ridiculous idea he wanted to share, and although his hopeless forgetfulness and spectacularly awkward attempts at being smooth made you question how someone so brilliant could also be such a clumsy, cocky dumbass, you couldn’t deny the mind hiding beneath all that lovable chaos. The more time you spent with him, the harder it became to remember what life had felt like before he’d barged into it with that stupid grin and impossible amount of enthusiasm.
It was honestly becoming embarrassing just how much he was growing on you. And ever since the line between friendship and something far more intimate had quietly disappeared…Well, things had only become more complicated. Sharing a kiss had somehow turned into craving each other. Innocent touches lingered longer than they used to. Every goodbye made you impatient for the next excuse to see him again, and every night spent apart left you missing the warmth of his strong hugs, the sound of his laugh, and the way he always found some reason to brush against you whenever you were in the same room. You found yourself wanting more of his time, more of his attention, more of those quiet moments where it felt like the rest of the world simply stopped existing whenever the two of you were together. It was becoming dangerously easy to imagine keeping him all to yourself for just a little while longer every time you met.
Tonight was no different. It was Friday night, and after a long, exhausting work week, the two of you had spent the last several days quietly counting down until you could see each other again. Officially, tonight’s meeting was about business. There was information to exchange, reports to discuss, and work that needed to be done. That was the excuse either of you would have given anyone who asked.
Neither of you believed it anymore. Somewhere along the way, “business” had become little more than the reason you used to justify seeing each other. The work would get done, of course, it always did, but afterward came the part you were both secretly looking forward to. Dinner. Conversation that drifted far away from work. Hours spent laughing over nothing at all. The quiet comfort of simply existing in each other’s company. Without ever saying it aloud, the two of you had reached the same understanding. It wasn’t just business anymore. It was pleasure.
The private driver Valko had insisted on ordering for you pulled smoothly to the curb beneath the glowing entrance of the high-rise. You thanked the driver before stepping carefully onto the pavement, instinctively smoothing your palms down the sides of the fitted little black dress hugging your figure. The hem rode just high enough that you gave it a subtle tug, making certain it covered your ass before straightening to your full height in your heels.
You already knew exactly what was going to happen. The moment Valko saw you, he’d stare. He’d try, and fail miserably, not to. His golden eyes would shamelessly drag over every inch of you before that fanged grin spread across his face, followed immediately by some unbearably cocky compliment that would earn him an eye roll and an insult in return. You would deny, with complete confidence, that you’d picked this dress because of him. He wouldn’t believe you for a second. Neither, if you were being honest, would you.
The worst part was…You already knew exactly how the rest of the night was going to unfold. He would spend the entire evening looking at you like that, his golden eyes shamelessly drinking you in every chance they got, finding excuses to brush your hand, your waist, the small of your back whenever no one important was watching. A few glasses of expensive liquor would leave both of you pleasantly tipsy, your conversations dissolving into laughter and flirtation until “business” quietly disappeared somewhere in the background.
Before long, you’d end up back at his place beneath the convenient excuse that it was too late to drive, tangled together across his bed again with more than half your clothes discarded somewhere onto the floor. You’d both be flushed, breathless, and hopelessly worked up from hours of kissing, your lips swollen as his wandering hands searched for every inch of you they could find. More often than not, he’d end up with his face buried shamelessly into your bare breasts, cheeks burning with heat while he looked up at you with those impossibly golden eyes, asking, no, begging, for just a little more of you than you were ready to give him. And every single time, you’d find yourself giggling at how pathetically eager Valko became whenever he wanted something badly enough, teasing him mercilessly while secretly finding the sight so unbelievably endearing that it only made you want him more.
Drawing a steadying breath, you stepped toward the entrance where one of Valko’s waiting bodyguards greeted you politely by name. He offered his arm with practiced professionalism, and you accepted it without hesitation. Like all of Valko’s men, he wore one of the sleek metal wolf masks that concealed most of his face from public view, leaving only his eyes and hair visible beneath the polished silver.
He escorted you inside. The atmosphere changed almost immediately. The first floor opened into an impossibly lavish bar, every surface gleaming beneath warm amber lighting that danced across mirrored walls and polished glass. Crystal fixtures sparkled overhead while low music drifted effortlessly through the room, blending with the constant hum of expensive conversations. Business executives laughed over whiskey in tailored suits, elegantly dressed escorts moved gracefully through the crowd, and every guest carried themselves with the effortless confidence of people accustomed to luxury.
Your heels clicked softly across the marble floor as your escort guided you through the crowd toward the private elevators. The doors slid open almost silently, and moments later the two of you were ascending through the tower, floor after floor disappearing beneath your feet until the elevator finally came to a stop at the very top.
The hallway waiting beyond couldn’t have felt more different from the lively bar below. It was quieter. More intimate. Warm, dim lighting spilled across dark wood floors, casting a romantic glow along the corridor lined with private dining rooms. As you followed your escort deeper inside, muffled conversations drifted through the closed doors alongside bursts of laughter and the distant melody of live music. A server passed by carrying an ornate silver tray balanced effortlessly in one hand, crystal wine glasses shimmering beneath the lights as deep ruby liquid swayed gently inside them.
Then another scent reached you. Rich. Smoky. Savory. Your stomach answered before your brain did. Barbecue. The mouthwatering aroma of slow-cooked meat escaped from beneath one of the dining room doors, mingling with the scent of expensive wine and polished cedar until the entire floor smelled decadently indulgent. You couldn’t help smiling to yourself. God. Trust Valko to choose somewhere this ridiculously lavish.
You finally reached the private room the redhead had reserved exclusively for the two of you. The bodyguard who had escorted you this far stepped aside without a word, taking up his post near the door while you stood there alone for a brief moment. You drew in one last deep breath, smoothing your palms down the front of your dress again even though you’d already done it twice on the way here. Your fingers swept lightly through your hair, making sure nothing had fallen out of place before you straightened your shoulders and silently coached yourself into looking composed. Calm. Collected. Confident. Not like the bundle of anxious anticipation twisting itself tighter with every passing second.
God, you already wanted a drink. Maybe two. Maybe three. Anything that would settle the ridiculous fluttering in your stomach every time you knew you were about to see him. You wanted to walk into this room looking relaxed, unaffected, completely in control of yourself instead of looking like someone who’d spent the entire ride over wondering what his face was going to look like when he saw you.
You knocked. Almost immediately, the handle turned. The door swung open. And just like every single time…The nerves hit you all over again. He was somehow always bigger than you remembered. No matter how many times you saw him, your brain never seemed capable of preparing itself for the sheer size of the man standing in front of you. He filled the doorway almost completely, broad shoulders stretching comfortably across the frame while his height forced your eyes upward farther than they always expected. His reading glasses rested neatly across the crooked bridge of his nose, softening his chiseled features in a way that was almost unfair.
Then he saw you. The pleasant smile he’d been wearing immediately grew brighter. His golden eyes lifted to meet yours for only a heartbeat before shamelessly wandering downward, taking in your dress with absolutely no attempt whatsoever to hide his admiration. You watched the appreciation spread across his face in real time, his sculpted cheeks dimpling as the corners of his mouth curled higher and higher.
Then you noticed something behind him. Oh…God. His tail. The enormous auburn thing had already betrayed him. The giant, fluffy tail sweeping lazily behind him suddenly began wagging with unmistakable enthusiasm, thumping happily against the floor the longer he looked at you. He hadn’t even said a word yet, and his body had already confessed exactly how excited he was to see you. You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from smiling too much.
“Oh, man…” He breathed, looking you over with absolutely shameless admiration before meeting your eyes again. The grin on his face was impossible to miss, “I don’t remember making an order of rabbit tonight…But I am pretty hungry.”
You rolled your eyes so hard they almost hurt, “oh, shut up!”
Your palm landed squarely against the broad expanse of his chest with a solid smack, but it barely moved him. It only earned you the rich, unrestrained laugh you had expected, the sound rumbling warmly from somewhere deep inside that ridiculously massive body of his. You immediately fought to keep your expression neutral, pressing your lips together as firmly as you could to stop the smile threatening to betray you. It was hopeless. You could already feel the warmth blooming across your cheeks, creeping down the back of your neck and settling in your chest. Even worse, you felt that familiar flutter beginning low in your stomach, a nervous little spark that spread embarrassingly lower until it settled between your thighs. God, you hadn’t even been in the room for ten seconds.
“You’re such a dork,” you muttered under your breath as you slipped past him before he could see just how affected you already were.
Eager to regain at least a shred of composure, you stepped into the private dining room and tossed your small purse onto the large black leather couch tucked against one wall. Only then did you finally take in the room properly. The centerpiece was an enormous low table already prepared for the two of you, covered with neatly arranged platters of uncooked ingredients waiting to be grilled. Thick cuts of steak sat beside beautifully marbled wagyu and brisket, while trays of vegetables, crisp salads, sweet corn, bowls of steaming rice, cheeses, and every imaginable accompaniment filled the rest of the table. The rich aroma of charcoal and seasoned meat already lingered in the air from the waiting grill, and your stomach answered immediately, your mouth watering at the sight.
You barely managed to take another step toward the table before a familiar warmth wrapped itself around your waist. His hand. Large enough to span nearly the width of your side, it settled confidently against you before gently drawing you backward. In one smooth motion, Valko turned you to face him again, effortlessly interrupting your escape.
“Jeez,” he teased, his voice warm with amusement, “what’s the rush?”
His eyes wandered over you with absolutely no shame whatsoever. They lingered in your hair for a moment before dropping to your face, tracing every feature as though committing it to memory. Then they continued lower, gliding over the neckline of your dress, your breasts, your waist, your hips, and back up again before he gave you the smallest, most appreciative smile. His hand remained secure around your waist as he slowly guided you into standing directly in front of him again, his touch gentle despite the possessive ease with which he held you.
“C’mere,” he murmured, “I wanna see what you put on…”
You quietly thanked every higher power that he had stopped himself there. He didn’t add “for me”. The smug bastard must have learned from the number of times you’d smacked him for saying things like that, because he wisely kept the rest of the sentence to himself. You were already halfway tempted to hit him again anyway, but instead he was rewarded with exactly what he’d been hoping for.
With an exaggerated sigh, you let him have his moment. His grin widened. His hand slid carefully along your waist as he guided you into a slow turn, letting you rotate in front of him while he admired the dress from every angle. You did your best to look completely unbothered, lifting your chin as though you were merely humoring his ridiculous request, but the intensity of his attention made it nearly impossible to ignore the heat steadily climbing back into your face. By the time you halfway completed the turn, you could practically feel his gaze settle on your ass. It lingered there. Of course it did. A quiet, reverent breath escaped him before he spoke so softly it was almost more to himself than to you.
“Christ…” He whispered, his voice full of genuine admiration, “you’re something else, Y/n…”
Just as you realized the door before you was still hanging halfway open, Valko completed the slow turn he’d guided you through, bringing you back around to face him. And then…Oh, fuck. Without warning, he lifted your wrist high above your head with gentleness while his other hand settled securely against the curve of your hip. Before you could even think about what he was doing, he stepped into your space, closing the distance between you so naturally that your body instinctively gave way. You took one step backward. Then another.
His height seemed to swallow the room the closer he came, broad shoulders eclipsing the warm light overhead until your gaze was filled with nothing but him. He crowded your space without ever feeling forceful, his warmth surrounding you as he continued guiding you back with slow, patient confidence. A second later, your back met the solid wood of the door with a quiet thud. Click. The door gently swung shut behind you.
His large hand followed your raised arm, settling against the wood above your head as he loosely held your wrist there, not trapping you so much as giving you nowhere else to think about looking besides him. The cool surface of the door pressed against your back while the heat radiating from his body seeped through the thin fabric of your dress, the contrast making your skin prickle. He was so close. Close enough that the front of his body barely brushed yours with every slow breath the two of you shared. Close enough that you could smell the clean cedar and spice lingering on his skin beneath whatever cologne he’d worn. Close enough that all you could see when you looked up were those impossibly golden eyes staring back down at you through the lenses of his reading glasses.
Your breath caught before you could stop it. Your eyes widened. Heat flooded into your cheeks so quickly they almost burned, and your knees threatened to betray you beneath the weight of your own nerves. Your heart pounded so hard against your ribs that you wondered if it might actually leap straight out of your chest. God damn it. He could hear every beat of it. With senses as sharp as his, there wasn’t a chance you could hide what was happening to you. He could hear your pulse racing, feel the tiny hitch in your breathing, even smell the adrenaline blooming beneath your skin from being this impossibly close to him. He knew exactly what he was doing to you. Then, just when you were convinced he was about to say something unbearably smug, a soft laugh escaped him instead.
“Woops,” he chuckled, the sound warm enough that you felt it more than heard it, “almost forgot to close the door there for a sec.”
The teasing smile never left his face. His gaze wandered over you once more with slow, unmistakable admiration before drifting toward the doorknob just beside you. His hand slipped away from your hip, brushing lightly across your side as it reached past you. You heard the quiet metallic click. He’d locked the door.
“Not that we need any interruptions…” He murmured more to himself than to you, his gaze lifting from the lock to settle on your eyes again. The teasing amusement never quite left his face, though it softened into something slower, warmer, almost dangerous as he studied you from only inches away, “y’know…I was just kidding about eating ya.”
His hand drifted lazily from the curve of your hip until it settled against the small of your back, his broad palm spanning almost the entire width of your waist. Before you had the chance to respond, he suddenly pulled you forward, closing what little space remained between the two of you. The movement stole a tiny gasp from your lungs as your body met the firm warmth of his, his lower body pressing into you while the solid door at your back left nowhere else to retreat. Instinctively, your free hand flew to his chest, your palm flattening against the hard muscle beneath his crisp dress shirt. You could feel the steady rise and fall of his breathing beneath your fingertips as he lowered his face toward yours until his lips hovered beside your ear. At the same time, he released your wrist, his fingers gliding gently through your hair instead, gathering it behind your shoulder before burying his hand at the back of your head with a tenderness that only made your pulse race harder.
“Unless…” The single word was almost swallowed by the warmth of his breath as it drifted across the shell of your ear, sending a pleasant shiver crawling down the back of your neck.
You could practically hear the smirk lingering over his lips before he nestled his face into your hair, breathing you in with slow, indulgent satisfaction. Then you felt the delicate scrape of sharp teeth as they found your earlobe, catching it in the gentlest teasing pull imaginable. It wasn’t enough to hurt; just enough to make your breath threaten to betray you. God. You heard him swallow. No…You felt it. The subtle movement vibrated against you, and somehow that tiny sound was enough to remind you exactly what he was. A hungry bastard. A hopelessly hungry, shamelessly horny wolf of a man who looked at you like he was trying to decide whether affection or appetite would win first.
“I’d kill for a taste of ya,” he admitted quietly, the words muffled against your hair.
Every instinct screamed at you to melt. To let the warmth in his voice, the closeness, the intoxicating scent of him, and the gentle pull of those teeth chip away at your resolve until you gave him exactly what he wanted.
Absolutely not. Over your dead body were you about to let this giant goof believe his pathetic attempts at being smooth had actually worked.
Your fingers shot up and wrapped around his neatly knotted tie. With one firm tug, you yanked him forward until his face was directly in front of yours again, forcing him to meet your eyes. His head dipped obediently with the pull, and the reaction that flashed across his face made your stomach flutter all over again. His eyes practically lit up, pupils widening with unmistakable excitement. There it was; that rush he never seemed capable of hiding whenever you handled him fearlessly. He wasn’t offended by your confidence. If anything, it thrilled him. The corners of his mouth twitched upward into the beginnings of another grin, and you could already tell he was enjoying this far more than he had any right to.
“In your dreams,” you scoffed, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing just how flustered he’d actually made you.
Holding his tie firmly in your fist, you arched a brow and tilted your chin just enough to remind him exactly who was making who lean in.
“So…” Your lips curled into the faintest teasing smile, “are we gonna discuss those experimentation archives…Or are you just gonna pathetically beg to eat me out?”
Then…He smiled. Not sheepishly. Not apologetically. He smiled with the kind of shameless confidence that somehow only made him more impossible to deal with. Without a hint of embarrassment, he gently released you and took a small step back, the warmth of his body disappearing just enough for you to breathe again. You barely had a second to gather yourself before he did something that sent your entire train of thought crashing off a cliff. He calmly lowered himself onto one knee. Then the other. Right there. Right in front of you.
Your heart nearly stopped. This enormous, intimidating man, the chairman of EonCore Tech, the head of an entire werewolf clan, a man who commanded the respect of everyone around him without even trying, had absolutely no hesitation whatsoever about kneeling before you because of one sarcastic comment. There wasn’t the slightest trace of pride wounded in his expression. No reluctance. No self-consciousness. If anything, he looked perfectly at ease, smiling up at you as though this was the most natural thing in the world. God…He fucking liked it. He liked being teased. He liked being bossed around. He liked seeing you flustered. Some sick part of him was probably enjoying the fact that your brain had just completely shut down.
“Valko…” You managed through gritted teeth, your voice sounding far less composed than you’d intended.
Your thighs squeezed together before you even realized you’d done it. He noticed. Of course he noticed.
“I can do both,” he replied with an easy shrug, looking up at you with those bright eyes full of unmistakable excitement. His grin only widened as he watched you struggle to recover your composure, completely delighted by how thoroughly he’d unraveled you, “pretty please?”
The sheer absurdity of the situation finally caught up to you.
A laugh escaped before you could stop it, “oh, no.”
You leaned forward and caught his tie in your fist again, giving it a firm tug that drew him just a little closer.
“No,” you repeated through your laughter, “come on, get back up. I was joking.”
Without the slightest complaint, he obeyed immediately. He rose smoothly to his feet, following the pull on his tie until he was standing in front of you once again, his broad frame swallowing your view as he resumed towering comfortably over you. The corners of his mouth still twitched with poorly concealed amusement.
“I wasn’t,” he admitted with complete sincerity, sounding almost disappointed that the opportunity had passed him by. Then he chuckled softly and lifted both hands in surrender, “but alright, alright. We can talk business over some food and drinks.”
His smile softened.
“I brought your favorite wine, too…” He added, his voice warming with unmistakable affection, “…If you’ll join me.”
Something in your chest melted despite your best efforts to stop it. You looked up into those ridiculously earnest eyes and found yourself smiling before you could think better of it. Relief washed through you now that he was standing again, though another part of you still wanted to smack that stupidly handsome face for nearly giving you a heart attack with his shameless antics. You folded your arms across your chest in a last-ditch effort to recover what little dignity you still had.
“Wonderful,” the tiny smile tugging at the corners of your mouth completely ruined the effect.
With that settled, Valko took your hand as though it belonged there and led you over to the large leather couch before the table and built-in grill. He waited until you sat before lowering himself beside you, and the entire cushion dipped dramatically beneath his weight. You tried to brace yourself, but it was hopeless. The leather sank just enough that your body slid straight toward him until your shoulder brushed warmly against his chest. Of course it did. It happened every single time you sat beside him, and judging by the satisfied little smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, it happened exactly the way he liked it.
Without saying a word, he shrugged his suit jacket from his broad shoulders and draped it neatly over the arm of the couch before undoing the cuffs of his dress shirt. His fingers worked deftly at each button until he rolled the sleeves back to his elbows, exposing powerful forearms that shifted beneath warm, sun-tanned skin every time he moved. He reached over and switched on the grill, the quiet hiss of the flames coming to life filling the room as gentle heat slowly began to spread through the private dining suite, below the above vent. While it warmed, he uncorked the bottle of wine with practiced ease, poured two generous glasses of deep ruby cabernet, and handed one to you before lifting his own with a warm smile.
“Cheers,” he said, lightly tapping the rim of his glass against yours.
You practically gulped your first sip, the familiar bitterness washing over your tongue before settling into a pleasant warmth that spread slowly through your chest. A quiet breath escaped you before you even realized you were holding it. The truth was, you couldn’t resist Valko anymore, and that realization had become harder to deny with every passing week. You hated how much you wanted him. Hated how naturally your eyes searched for him whenever he walked into a room. Hated how attractive he became the more you got to know him, because it had nothing to do with the expensive suits, the prestigious title, the lab coat, or even the dangerous mystique of being a werewolf.
It was the man underneath all of it that had slowly worked his way beneath your skin. It was the way he laughed without restraint, the way he wore every emotion openly instead of hiding behind pride, the way he made you feel safe without ever making you feel trapped, and the way he somehow balanced being a brilliant man with being the biggest, cockiest, most forgetful dork you’d ever met. Somewhere along the way, you’d stopped looking at Valko as the chairman of EonCore Tech and started looking at him as simply…Valko.
That was the dangerous part, because you weren’t supposed to like him for who he was. You definitely weren’t supposed to find yourself wanting more of him every time you said goodbye, yet the more time the two of you spent together, the deeper the connection became. Every dinner lasted longer than the last, every lingering glance carried more weight, and every touch seemed to leave your skin craving another until the chemistry between you had become almost impossible to ignore. It felt as though both of you were quietly reaching the same inevitable destination, each meeting making it harder to keep your hands off one another.
So far, you’d always managed to stop before crossing the line. You had let him kiss you until your lips were swollen and tingling, let him hold you against his broad chest until you could barely remember why you were supposed to keep your distance, and even let those huge hands wander over your body until they rested over the thin fabric of your soaked thong. Every single time, your heart would begin hammering so violently that you’d catch his wrists with a breathless laugh and make him stop before either of you could lose yourselves completely.
That boundary had survived every stolen night the two of you had shared, but lately you couldn’t shake the feeling that it wasn’t going to survive much longer. You’d promised yourself after your first kiss that it would never happen again. Then you’d sworn you’d never spend the night at his place. After that, you’d insisted you’d never end up with that giant hunk of a dork half naked on top of you in his bed, flushed, breathless, and shamelessly begging to bury his face between your thighs. Looking back now, you couldn’t help smiling into your wine, because every one of those promises had been a lie you told yourself in a desperate attempt to slow down something that had been inevitable from the very beginning.
And if that wasn’t bad enough, you were beginning to realize it wasn’t only desire growing inside you anymore. It was curiosity. The longer the two of you danced around that invisible line you kept drawing between yourselves, the more intensely you found yourself wondering what waited on the other side of it. Every time you watched him smile across a dimly lit room, every time laughter pulled at the corners of his mouth and those unmistakable canines caught the warm light, your mind betrayed you in ways you never would’ve admitted out loud. You found yourself staring at his lips far longer than was appropriate, wondering what they would feel like if they weren’t kissing you, but worshipping your pussy instead. The thought alone was enough to make heat settle low in your stomach, a dangerous warmth that had become increasingly difficult to ignore.
God…You’d caught yourself thinking about it more than once. Late at night, lying alone beneath your blankets after another evening spent with him, you’d find one hand slipping beneath the sheets almost absentmindedly, your thighs spreading as your imagination wandered somewhere you stubbornly insisted it never would. You pictured those same teasing lips between your legs, pictured the way he’d undoubtedly look up at you through those bright golden eyes while shamelessly indulging himself, imagined the slow drag of his tongue, the hungry enthusiasm that seemed woven into every instinct he possessed, and the embarrassing thought of him practically drooling over the chance to taste you.
Every fantasy left you breathless, your fingers moving with increasing desperation as your body responded far more eagerly than your pride ever wanted to admit. The image of Valko alone was enough to unravel you completely, and every time your imagination lingered there, your orgasms crashed over you with an intensity that left you lying in stunned silence afterward, cheeks burning as you cursed yourself for becoming so hopelessly affected by one impossibly handsome, hopelessly affectionate werewolf.
It was mortifying. You would never tell him. As far as Valko knew, he was the only one suffering from an embarrassingly overactive imagination. He never seemed ashamed of it, either. If anything, he wore his desires as openly as every other emotion he had, making absolutely no effort to hide how badly he wanted to make you fall apart beneath him. He’d confessed more than once that he fantasized about making you cum, about earning the privilege of hearing you shout his name without restraint, about leaving you so overwhelmed with pleasure that you’d finish against his mouth while your trembling thighs squeezed around his head. He spoke about it with the same shameless sincerity he brought to everything else, openly wondering what you would taste like, what you’d sound like when you finally stopped holding yourself back, and every time he admitted those thoughts with that hopelessly earnest smile, you pretended to roll your eyes while secretly wondering whether your own fantasies were really any less carnal than his.
God damn it. You took another generous sip of your wine, hoping the warmth spreading through your chest would drown out the entirely different heat pooling low in your body. It didn’t. If anything, the thoughts you’d been trying so hard to suppress only lingered longer, making the space between your thighs ache with a frustrating awareness that seemed impossible to ignore. The alcohol certainly wasn’t helping that particular problem, but it was helping somewhere else. Little by little, it loosened the knot of nervous tension that always settled in your chest whenever you were around him, softening your guard just enough that you stopped overthinking every glance, every touch, every heartbeat that seemed to race the moment he looked your way.
Without really thinking about it, you let him slip an arm comfortably around your waist. His embrace was warm, easy, and so familiar now that your body instinctively melted into it, fitting naturally against the broad wall of muscle at his side while he lazily swirled the deep red wine around his glass with his free hand. Across from you, the first cuts of meat had begun to hiss and sizzle on the hot grill, releasing a rich, mouthwatering aroma that quickly filled the private dining room. Thin ribbons of smoke curled upward toward the vent overhead, disappearing almost as quickly as they formed while the comforting crackle of cooking food settled into the background alongside the quiet clink of crystal and the soft hum of the room around you.
You let yourself sink against Valko a little more. The warmth radiating from his body seeped pleasantly through the thin fabric of your dress, chasing away the lingering chill from outside. His cologne lingered around him in soft, woodsy notes, mingling with the faint scent of charcoal and grilled steak until every slow breath seemed to carry a little more of him with it. Your free hand came to rest almost absentmindedly atop his broad thigh, the solid heat beneath your fingertips grounding you far more effectively than the wine ever could. His large hand gave your hip an absentminded squeeze, thumb brushing slow circles through the fabric of your dress as he glanced down at you with the easy attentiveness that seemed so natural to him.
“You want any music? TV? Anything?” He asked warmly, “the lights okay for ya?”
A quiet laugh escaped through your nose before you could stop it. You tipped your head back just enough to meet his eyes, smiling despite yourself.
“I’m okay…” You answered softly, “you can put music on in the background if you want. I don’t mind.”
You took another sip of your wine before leaning toward him with the faintest mischievous smile tugging at your lips.
“As long as you don’t let it distract you from your ADHD info-dumping about your latest analysis,” you teased, bumping your shoulder lightly against his chest, “I’m okay.”
“I don’t info-dump!” He protested, letting out a hearty laugh despite the mock offense knitting his thick brows together. He took another generous gulp of wine before leaning forward to set his glass on the table, grabbing the metal tongs to flip the sizzling slices of meat one by one. Rich juices hissed against the hot grill, releasing another wave of smoky aroma that filled the room, “you’re a liar.”
You leaned in beside him, watching the meat cook together. Swirling your wine lazily, you caught his gaze out of the corner of your eye, unable to resist the grin spreading across your face.
“You literally went off on a tangent about protocore properties and alignments at one in the morning the last time I slept over, you nerd,” you reminded him, “did you already forget about that?”
You watched the memory hit him in real time. His eyes widened so dramatically it was almost cartoonish, and his entire body froze with the tongs suspended awkwardly over the grill. His mouth fell open just a fraction while his expression shifted from confusion to dawning realization, and you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing. You nearly choked on another sip of wine as you watched the embarrassment spread across his handsome face one painfully slow second at a time.
“Valkooo…” You sang sweetly, unable to resist teasing him while he remained frozen in place.
Your fingertips wandered absentmindedly down his broad forearm, tracing the path of a prominent vein beneath his warm skin before continuing toward his wrist. The contact made his muscles twitch beneath your touch, but he was still so caught up in his own embarrassment that he barely seemed to notice. You glanced toward the grill, where the meat had begun to brown a little more than intended, and gently nudged his arm with your fingers.
“Aren’t you forgetting something already?” You cooed.
His head snapped toward you. Then toward the grill. Then back to you again.
“…Huh?” He blinked, “oh, God…What?”
The look of genuine panic on his face sent another fit of laughter bubbling out of your chest. He looked so earnestly worried that he’d somehow ruined the evening, and it was so hopelessly adorable that you couldn’t help yourself. Reaching up, you flicked him squarely in the forehead.
“Ow!” He recoiled with a dramatic wince, immediately covering the offended spot with one hand while shooting you the most betrayed frown imaginable.
You only laughed harder, “the music, silly.”
He blinked.
“…Oh.”
A beat passed. Then it finally clicked.
“Right.”
His shoulders slumped as he shook his head at himself, a quiet, self-deprecating sigh escaping him while he reached for the remote.
“Duh.”
You smiled into your wine, watching him laugh at his own forgetfulness as soft music gradually filled the room. There were no lyrics to compete with conversation, just a mellow melody drifting comfortably through the private dining suite, blending with the gentle crackle of the grill and the occasional hiss of rendered fat meeting hot metal. While you were still quietly giggling to yourself, Valko picked up a pair of metal chopsticks and selected one beautifully seared slice of steak. He blew across it a couple of times to cool it before turning back toward you with the unmistakable look of someone about to interrupt your teasing.
“Hey—!”
Before you could finish, he gently pressed the warm slice of meat against your lips. Your protest dissolved into an amused hum as you accepted the bite, letting him feed you while he wore the most ridiculously satisfied smile on his face. The meat practically melted the moment you bit into it, impossibly tender and rich with buttery flavor, and you chewed slowly while looking up at him over the rim of your wine glass.
He was still smiling. Still just a little pink around the ears from embarrassing himself. God…That was your favorite part of him. Not the fancy suits and half-shrugged lab coats. Not the confidence. Not the chairman of EonCore everyone else admired. It was the hopelessly clumsy man hiding underneath all of that. The one who forgot what he was doing halfway through cooking dinner, who accidentally rambled to you about scientific theories at one in the morning without realizing it, who tried so hard to be smooth only to trip over his own enthusiasm every single time. Somehow, that awkward sincerity made him even more attractive than the polished image he presented to the rest of the world. Deep down…The biggest dork you’d ever met was also, somehow, one of the sexiest men you’d ever known.
“Good?” He asked, smiling expectantly as he watched your reaction far more closely than he watched the food still cooking on the grill.
You didn’t even answer right away. The moment the steak touched your tongue, it practically dissolved into buttery tenderness, rich enough that your eyes fluttered shut on instinct before rolling back with quiet satisfaction. A pleased hum escaped you as you covered your mouth politely while you finished chewing, unwilling to waste a single bite by speaking too soon.
“Amazing,” you finally managed, smiling behind your hand.
The pride that spread across Valko’s face made it seem as though he’d personally raised the cow.
“There it is,” he laughed, looking entirely too pleased with himself as he reached back toward the grill, “knew you’d like it.”
The evening slipped by with surprising ease after that. Between bites of perfectly grilled meat and slow sips of expensive wine, the two of you gradually settled into the comfortable rhythm your meetings had begun to develop over the past several weeks. Once the food was spread across the table, Valko reached for the remote again and pulled a PowerPoint presentation onto the television, casually transitioning into the reason you were supposedly there in the first place. Colorful slides replaced the soft ambience on the screen as he walked you through his latest findings, occasionally gesturing with his chopsticks whenever a particular graph or photograph caught his attention.
It wasn’t anything especially demanding. There were no complicated equations to solve, no endless technical lectures, and certainly nothing dry enough to make either of you regret opening the presentation in the first place. It was simply information; valuable intelligence he’d already planned on emailing to you later anyway, the kind you could always revisit on your work computer next week with a fresh mind and another cup of coffee. Tonight wasn’t really about burying yourselves in work.
It hadn’t been for quite some time. Somewhere along the way, these meetings had quietly transformed into something else entirely. Business had simply become the excuse. The real reason either of you looked forward to Friday nights had very little to do with reports or research anymore. It was the excuse to share a meal together. To open another bottle of wine. To steal a few uninterrupted hours away from the rest of the world where the two of you could simply exist in each other’s company without anyone asking questions.
By the time the last slide disappeared from the television, neither of you had much to say about the research anymore. Valko clicked the screen dark, tossed the remote carelessly onto the couch beside him, and leaned back with an easy sigh as he pocketed his reading glasses away. The room immediately felt different. Without the presentation demanding your attention, conversation wandered wherever it pleased. Business gave way to stories neither of you had remembered until that moment. One joke led to another, then another, until you were both interrupting each other with laughter more often than actual sentences. He teased you whenever you rolled your eyes at one of his terrible puns. You mocked him every time he forgot what he was saying halfway through a story. Somewhere between another refill of wine and the last few pieces of steak, wagyu, and brisket disappearing from the grill, the evening became exactly what the two of you had quietly hoped it would be from the very beginning. Less business. More banter. More laughter.
Eventually, the wine began doing exactly what you’d wanted it to do. The lingering edge of nervousness that always seemed to follow you around Valko had long since dissolved beneath its pleasant warmth, leaving you comfortably relaxed, pleasantly buzzed, and laughing far more easily than you normally would. Every joke seemed funnier, every teasing remark earned another giggle, and every accidental brush against him felt just a little more difficult to pretend hadn’t affected you. By that point, you had become exactly what a couple glasses of cabernet always turned you into around him: a warm, giggling mess who had stopped overthinking every little thing.
When both of your glasses began running low, you reached across him toward the bottle resting closer to his side of the table. As you leaned forward, your dress stretched gently over your ass, and you became painfully aware of every movement you were making. You knew exactly what you were doing. You knew the subtle arch settling into your spine wasn’t entirely accidental, just as you knew it pushed your hips back in a way that made the fitted fabric hug every curve. Whether you wanted to admit it or not, some mischievous part of you wanted to see if he’d notice.
Of course he noticed. You didn’t even have to look at him to know where his eyes had gone. From the corner of your vision, you could see him lounging comfortably against the couch, one arm draped lazily along the backrest while his knees remained spread in relaxed ease. He made absolutely no effort to disguise the slow, appreciative way his gaze followed you, and somehow that only made your cheeks grow warmer. The silence lingered just long enough for you to become acutely aware of him behind you before you felt it. His hand.
It moved unhurriedly, almost absentmindedly, until his fingertips found the open back of your dress. They settled against the bare skin exposed there before slowly tracing the elegant slope of your spine with featherlight pressure. The touch was so gentle it barely qualified as a caress, yet it sent a pleasant shiver rolling through you all the same. His fingertips drifted lower by only an inch before lazily retracing their path, savoring the simple contact while a quiet, thoroughly appreciative hum escaped somewhere deep in his chest. You bit back the smile threatening to spread across your face. God…He was so unbelievably easy to read.
“You might as well just…” He began, a knowing grin already spreading across his face before you had the chance to ask what he meant.
Then, without another word, his huge hands settled around your waist. They engulfed your sides so completely it almost startled you, and before you could protest, he effortlessly lifted you clean off the couch as though you weighed next to nothing. A surprised little gasp escaped you as he guided you backward and settled you sideways across one of his broad thighs. He gave you a gentle bounce to seat you comfortably over his knee, the movement so effortless that it only reminded you all over again just how absurdly strong he really was.
“There,” he said with a smile so smug you almost wanted to smack it off his face, “that’s a whole lot better.”
His hands remained planted securely on your hips, supposedly to steady you while you reached for the wine. You knew better. The slow, indulgent squeeze he gave your hips wasn’t about supporting you at all. It was about the view. His broad palms lingered there shamelessly, thumbs pressing appreciatively into your waist while his golden eyes wandered over you with absolutely no attempt to disguise what he was enjoying. The bastard looked downright delighted to have you perched across his lap like this.
You turned your head just enough to shoot him a glare over your shoulder before reaching for the bottle, “fucking pervert—”
The words caught in your throat when you felt him start bouncing his leg beneath you. A tiny gasp escaped before you could stop it. The lazy rhythm lifted you ever so slightly with every bounce, making your ass gently rise and fall against the solid muscle of his thigh while he leaned farther back into the couch, completely relaxed. He wasn’t even pretending anymore. He simply sat there watching your ass bounce for him with the biggest, most satisfied grin on his face, looking as though this alone had made his entire evening.
“You were saying?” He challenged, arching a thick brow as his canines caught the warm light of the private dining room.
His grin only widened when you refused to look back at him.
“I could be worse,” another playful bounce rolled through his leg beneath you, earning himself another tiny shift of your hips, “I’m just letting ya pour the drinks ’cause you want more.”
His smile turned unmistakably wolfish.
“But I could always be worse,” he winked.
“Oh, yeah?” You reached for the bottle anyway, refusing to give him the satisfaction of acknowledging how much your pulse had quickened.
Carefully, you poured his glass first. The deep ruby wine flowed steadily into the crystal, and you knew perfectly well he wasn’t stupid enough to jostle you while you were balancing an expensive bottle over both of your laps. Once his glass was full, you moved to your own without spilling a single drop.
“What would you do,” you asked, lifting your eyes toward him with a teasing challenge, “if I didn’t have a full glass of wine in my hand right now, huh?”
His chuckle rumbled warmly beneath you, the vibration carrying straight through the powerful thigh supporting your weight.
“Easy,” he answered without missing a beat.
His fingers tightened ever so slightly over your hips.
“I’d just pull you all the way back…” His grin grew even more shameless as his eyes held yours, completely unbothered by how brazen he sounded, “and bounce you on something else instead.”
Your breath caught so abruptly it almost hurt. Heat flooded your cheeks the instant his words registered, and by the time you’d finished pouring the first glass, your heart was already racing fast enough that you wondered if he could hear it over the quiet music. You turned back toward him, fully intending to throw another sarcastic remark his way, only for your eyes to follow the direction of his grin.
Then you realized exactly what he’d meant. Oh…God. There, nestled comfortably between the spread of his thick thighs as he lounged back against the couch, was the unmistakable outline of his crotch beneath the tailored fabric of his slacks. He wasn’t even fully hard, not really, and somehow that only made it worse. Even completely relaxed, the heavy prominence resting there was impossible to ignore, especially with the way he sat so shamelessly open, looking thoroughly entertained by the realization slowly washing across your face. The bastard knew exactly where your eyes had gone. He watched you notice. Watched your expression betray you. And smiled.
The image settled into your mind far faster than you wanted it to, and before you could stop yourself, your imagination supplied the rest. The thought of him pulling you backward into his lap and bouncing you over his cock the way he’d just threatened sent a rush of heat roaring through your stomach. It spread downward so quickly it almost stole your breath, pooling low between your legs until you had to fight the urge to squeeze your thighs together. God damn it. You hated how vividly your mind pictured it. You hated even more how badly some reckless little part of you wanted to know what it would actually feel like.
“Oh, you want to get smacked,” you scoffed, forcing every ounce of composure you could manage back into your voice as you reached for the bottle again and carefully began filling the second glass.
“Fiiiine…” He lifted both hands dramatically into the air in surrender, his grin never once wavering, “I’ll behave, I’ll behave.”
He leaned back again with exaggerated innocence, though the amusement dancing in his golden eyes completely ruined the act.
“I’ll just pretend you’re totally innocent and not teasing me beyond my wit’s end right now,” he smirked.
“I didn’t do shit!” You shot back, carefully lifting both glasses before extending one toward him.
He accepted it, his fingertips brushing lazily against yours as he took the crystal from your hand. Instead of answering immediately, he gave you the most profoundly unimpressed look you’d ever seen, one brow slowly rising while he took his sweet time looking you over.
“Look at how you’re sitting,” he said calmly, “now, say that again.”
Your mouth opened. Then closed…Oh. Right. Without even realizing it, you’d settled into exactly the posture he’d been admiring. Your spine was straight, your shoulders naturally drawn back, pushing your breasts forward beneath the fitted neckline of your dress, while the way you remained perched sideways over his thigh left your hips tilted just enough that your ass arched behind you. You hadn’t done it consciously…Or at least…You weren’t entirely sure you hadn’t.
His eyes wandered over you with slow, shameless appreciation, lingering just long enough on every curve to make your pulse climb another notch before finally returning to your face. He lazily swirled the deep ruby wine around his glass, lifted it to his lips, and took an unhurried sip without ever once breaking eye contact, as though he were patiently waiting for you to explain yourself. Or confess. Or come up with some excuse he already knew you didn’t have.
“And what you’re wearing,” he pointed out with a shameless smile, letting his eyes wander over you one more slow time before meeting yours again, “not that I have any complaints…”
“You’re lucky I have my hands full right now,” you gritted out through an unwilling smile, carefully balancing your glass as you tried your hardest not to laugh at him.
“Nah,” he replied with an easy chuckle.
His arm slipped comfortably around your waist before you could protest, his broad hand spanning your side as he gently drew you closer. The movement was slow enough that you never felt rushed, only guided until your body settled naturally against the solid warmth of his. He shifted you with effortless care, helping you turn just enough that both of your legs came to rest comfortably across his lap. The couch dipped beneath the combined weight of you both, leaving you tucked securely against his broad chest exactly where he wanted you.
“I’m lucky I have my hands full,” he confessed softly.
The quiet sincerity in his voice stole the bite from your comeback. His arm remained warm against your waist while his thumb lazily stroked through the fabric of your dress. His hand settled comfortably beneath the outside of your thigh, naturally finding the gentle curve where your weight lifted your hip just enough from leaning into him. He wasn’t squeezing this time. He simply held you there with an affectionate steadiness, as though he couldn’t imagine sitting beside you without touching you somehow.
Then he leaned in. His nose brushed lightly beneath your jaw before he buried his face against the curve where your neck met your shoulder, breathing you in with an unmistakable sigh of contentment. His woodsy cologne surrounded you all over again, mixing with the lingering aroma of grilled wagyu and red wine until everything about the moment felt impossibly warm and comfortable. A soft kiss landed against your collarbone. It lingered for only a heartbeat before his lips curved into the smallest smile against your skin.
“I’m lucky you’re sitting here with me,” he murmured, his voice low enough that you felt the words vibrate against you.
Then, just because he couldn’t help himself, his teeth caught your collarbone in the gentlest playful nip. You snorted before you could stop yourself.
“There it is,” he laughed quietly against your skin.
You rolled your eyes, though the fond smile tugging at your lips ruined any attempt at looking annoyed.
“You’re sweet,” you admitted at last, relenting as you lifted your glass toward his.
The corners of his eyes softened immediately. Neither of you said another word as your glasses met with a delicate clink. You drank together, the rich wine warming your tongue before slipping pleasantly down your throat, and when you settled back again, you found yourself relaxing even further against him. Your free arm drifted naturally around the back of his neck, fingers absently brushing through the hair at his nape while he welcomed you even closer without hesitation. His arm remained secure around your waist, his hand resting comfortably beneath the side of your ass lifted ever so slightly by the way you leaned into him, keeping you nestled against the broad warmth of his body as though there was nowhere else either of you would rather be.
“I missed you,” he confessed quietly, his voice softening in a way it only seemed to around you. He nestled his face into the crook of your neck again, his nose brushing gently against your skin as he breathed you in with a slow, contented inhale. It was such an unmistakably wolfish habit by now that you barely questioned it anymore. If anything, you found yourself relaxing beneath it, your shoulders loosening as he sighed happily against you, “y’know…I could’ve just emailed you everything. I honestly just really wanted to see you.”
You knew that. You’d known it before you’d even walked through the door. The reports had never really been the reason tonight existed.
“You can see me, silly,” you admitted, the wine loosening your tongue just enough that the truth slipped out before your pride could stop it. You lifted your glass, and the two of you shared another slow sip together, the rich cabernet warming your chest as you settled even more comfortably against him, “it doesn’t have to be business all the time…”
His smile grew immediately, “so…”
His golden eyes searched yours with unmistakable hope.
“You’re saying you’d accept a date?” He almost sounded afraid to assume, “no business. No work talk. Just dinner and drinks…And no responsibilities?”
A quiet sigh escaped you. You couldn’t even pretend to resist anymore.
“That should be obvious by now…” You admit.
His entire face lit up.
“Why didn’t you just say so?!” He laughed, the sound bright enough to make you laugh under your breath with him, “damn, and here I am making up a thousand excuses just to spend time with you. You should’ve said so.”
“I thought it’d be clear as day, you giant dork,” you teased, nudging him lightly with your shoulder.
He shrugged, though there was an honesty in his expression that softened your smile.
“I dunno…You always act like you only wanna see me because of business,” he looked sheepishly into his wine for a moment before meeting your eyes again, “I figured all the other stuff was just…A nice little cherry on top. I didn’t think you’d wanna see me just for the sake of seeing me.”
Hearing him say it out loud made something quietly shift inside you, because when you looked back over the last couple months, you couldn’t honestly blame him for thinking that way. You had been guarded from the very beginning. Every time the two of you had taken a step closer, you’d instinctively rebuilt the walls you’d spent years hiding behind. You constantly reminded yourself that Valko had once been your enemy before circumstances forced the two of you onto the same side, and even after he’d become someone you trusted, you still treated your growing feelings like they were something dangerous to keep under control.
The problem was that those feelings had never stopped growing. Somewhere between exchanging intel, sharing dinners, laughing until restaurants closed around you, and spending long nights talking about everything and nothing, Valko had quietly become one of your favorite parts of the week. You found yourself looking forward to seeing him long before either of you had admitted your meetings had become excuses rather than obligations. His messages made you smile. His laugh lingered in your thoughts after you went home. Even the smallest moments, sharing a bottle of wine, listening to him ramble excitedly about something that fascinated him, watching him forget what he was saying halfway through a sentence, had become memories you carried with surprising fondness.
You also knew enough about his werewolf nature to understand what biology meant for someone like him. His instincts had recognized you long before either of you had acknowledged what was happening between you, and there was no denying that his bond with you ran deeper because of it. Yet the more time you spent together, the less you believed instinct was the whole story. The man holding you now wasn’t making time for you because some ancient drive demanded it. He remembered your favorite wine because he paid attention. He invented excuses to see you because he genuinely enjoyed your company. He laughed at your teasing, listened when you spoke, and looked at you with a warmth that no instinct alone could ever explain.
His biology may have introduced you to each other, but it wasn’t the reason he had fallen for you. Valko had fallen for your stubbornness, your wit, your compassion, your sharp tongue, your mind, and every wonderfully complicated part of who you were. He wanted you as a whole person, not as an obligation of instinct or fate. And somewhere along the way, without ever meaning to, you had fallen just as deeply for him.
“I…Do,” you found yourself admitting at last.
The words came out quieter than you intended. Your eyes drifted down into the deep red wine swirling gently in your glass as everything he’d just said settled inside you with startling clarity. You weren’t fighting the truth anymore. You weren’t trying to explain it away or hide behind work, circumstance, or duty. Somewhere along the way, the walls you’d spent so long building had quietly crumbled without you even noticing. You genuinely wanted to see him. Not because there was a report to exchange. Not because there was another mission to discuss. Simply because it was him.
“Well, I do too, Y/n,” he answered.
There wasn’t even the slightest hint of hesitation in his voice. It wasn’t a confession. Confessions implied something hidden, something carefully guarded until the right moment. Valko had never loved that way. He wore every emotion openly, offering his heart with the same fearless sincerity he brought to everything else in life. When he cared, everyone knew it. When he was excited, his smile gave him away before he spoke. When he missed you, he simply said so. There was something almost refreshing about how completely incapable he was of pretending otherwise.
Still smiling to himself, he took another sip of wine before leaning toward the end table beside the couch. He carefully placed his glass down before turning his full attention back to you, as though nothing else in the room mattered anymore.
“So?”
His broad hand settled warmly against the thigh farthest from him, his palm spanning nearly its entire width. With gentle insistence, he guided your leg over the other until your body naturally turned toward him, your full weight settling comfortably against his side. The movement brought you even closer, leaving hardly any space between your bodies. Then he reached for your wine. Without asking, he carefully lifted the glass from your fingers and set it beside his own. Every distraction disappeared. Your heartbeat stumbled. Oh…God. He was serious. There wasn’t a teasing grin waiting to undermine the moment. No terrible joke. No playful attempt to fluster you. Only those warm golden eyes watching you with quiet hope.
“Wanna catch a movie with me tomorrow night, maybe come over and I can cook us dinner afterwards?” He asked gently, “as a date. A real date.”
His smile softened into something almost boyishly hopeful.
“Not work. Not business. No spooky lab stuff. No research data,” he gave the smallest shrug before looking at you with the kind of honesty that always managed to undo you, “just two people who like each other and wanna spend some one-on-one time together.”
Your chest tightened. Before you realized it, you were smiling. Not the sarcastic little smirk you usually hid behind. A real smile. Warm. Unforced. Your hand rose almost on its own until your palm rested against the center of his broad chest. Beneath your fingertips, you felt the firm muscle beneath his dress shirt, warm from the evening, and before you could begin absentmindedly tracing slow circles over him, his much larger hand settled over yours. He pressed your palm gently closer.
“Feel that?” He asked softly.
You did. His heart was racing. Not a little. Not politely. It was pounding beneath your hand with enough force that you could feel every hurried beat through his shirt, and the realization stole what little composure you still had. God…He was just as nervous as you were. For all his confidence, for all his flirting and shameless teasing, this mattered to him enough to make his pulse race. Your own heartbeat answered almost immediately. You could feel it quickening in your chest until, somehow, the two of you seemed to find the same rhythm, each heartbeat urging the other faster as you sat there looking into each other’s eyes.
“Yeah,” you whispered.
You nodded as your thumb continued rubbing slow, unconscious circles against his chest beneath his hand.
“I’ll go on a movie date with you, Val,” a quiet laugh escaped you as your old instincts tried one last time to protect your heart, “but just one. No promises that I’ll—”
“—Wait, seriously??” His entire body lit up before you could even finish the sentence.
Then you saw it. The moment your answer truly registered with him. Hidden low within the tousled strands of his auburn hair, the second pair of ears he’d spent the entire evening unconsciously keeping tucked away suddenly sprang upright. His wolf ears perked forward so quickly they almost twitched, swiveling toward you with unmistakable excitement as though they’d completely forgotten they were supposed to stay hidden. At the very same time, his pupils widened until the brilliant gold of his irises darkened around them, and he instinctively straightened where he sat, his entire body seeming to come alive with one overwhelming rush of happiness.
Beneath your hand, his heart somehow began racing even faster. You hadn’t thought that was possible.nThe frantic rhythm hammered against your palm with so much unrestrained excitement that it made your own chest tighten. For all the confidence he carried, for all the shameless flirting and relentless teasing he threw your way every chance he got, this completely undid him. His sculpted cheeks flushed a warm pink, and for the first time all evening, he almost looked…Shy.
God damn it. He was somehow even more intense after a few glasses of wine. And infinitely more endearing. The alcohol had stripped away what little restraint he normally possessed, leaving behind nothing but pure, earnest enthusiasm. He wasn’t trying to play it cool. He wasn’t pretending he wasn’t excited. Every emotion he felt exploded across his face with such wholehearted sincerity that it was almost painfully adorable. You didn’t know whether you wanted to smack him…Or kiss him.
Then you heard it. Thump. The tip of his enormous fluffy tail had started wagging against the arm of the couch. Thump. Thump. The steady rhythm only grew faster the longer he stared at you, completely betraying the excitement bubbling out of him until you couldn’t hold back anymore. A fit of helpless giggles escaped your lips as you watched this giant, broad-shouldered werewolf all but vibrate with happiness over something as simple as you agreeing to dinner. Honestly…He was every bit as much an overgrown puppy as he was a big, bad wolf.
“Yeah!” You laughed, your cheeks burning as you hid your face behind one hand and pinched the bridge of your nose with the other, completely overwhelmed by how unbelievably adorable he looked, “I already said yes!”
Before you could even think about plastering a hand over his face and shoving that giant dork away, he was already moving. With a delighted laugh that burst straight out of his chest, he caught you around the waist and tipped you backward onto the enormous leather couch in one effortless motion, following you down with all the barely restrained excitement of an overgrown puppy that had just been told it was finally going for a walk.
You let out a startled shriek that immediately dissolved into laughter as the cushions swallowed you. Instinct took over before anything else did, and your hands hurried to tug the hem of your dress back down over the glimpse of your thong the sudden movement had exposed. Valko’s broad frame settled between your parted knees as he hovered over you, his weight supported on his arms so he never truly crushed you beneath him despite his impossible size.
The ridiculous man didn’t seem to notice your underwear at all. Or if he did, he gave absolutely no sign of it. Instead, the very first thing he did was bury his face against the side of your neck with a blissful little hum that vibrated warmly against your skin. His happiness seemed to spill out of him without restraint as he nuzzled into you with shameless enthusiasm, rubbing his cheek against yours before peppering your neck with a flurry of eager kisses.
“Oh my God—” You broke into helpless giggles almost immediately.
Every exaggerated kiss landed with an intentionally loud smooching sound that only made you laugh harder, and the ticklish brush of his lips against the sensitive skin of your neck had your shoulders instinctively hunching as you squirmed beneath him. His face was wonderfully warm from the wine, and every affectionate nuzzle chased another burst of laughter out of you while his soft hums of contentment made him sound impossibly pleased just to be this close.
“Val—!”
Another noisy kiss cut you off. You laughed so hard your eyes watered as you pushed weakly at his broad shoulders, making only the most half-hearted attempt to fend him off. He barely moved beneath your hands, happily enduring your token resistance while continuing his relentless assault of ticklish kisses and affectionate nuzzles. The truth was…You weren’t trying very hard to stop him. Not really. You wanted him exactly where he was.
“I’ll cook you the best dinner,” he vowed with such wholehearted sincerity that you couldn’t help laughing again. He punctuated the promise with another affectionate kiss before immediately stealing another, then another, smiling against your skin as he shifted to your other side and tucked himself into the curve of your neck, “I’ll make it so romantic for ya. I’ll…”
His voice trailed away. Not because he couldn’t think of what to say, but because he caught your scent again. You felt the change happen almost instantly. It wasn’t subtle anymore; it never was with him. One moment he was all playful smiles, teasing laughter, and boundless enthusiasm, and the next his entire demeanor softened into something slower, quieter, and infinitely needier. His breathing deepened. He never finished his sentence. Instead, he drew in one impossibly deep breath through his nose, filling his lungs completely with you until his broad chest expanded against a smother of your breasts. The reaction sent goosebumps rippling across your skin. God, it always did.
You never seemed to get used to how quickly he could change. It gave you whiplash every single time, watching him shift from an affectionate, laughing goofball into something far more instinctive, his entire focus narrowing until you felt like the only thing existing in his world. There wasn’t anything performative about it. It was simply the way he was, and that somehow made it even more intoxicating. The worst part was knowing he noticed every tiny response your body gave him. He could hear the subtle hitch in your breathing, feel the quickening rhythm of your pulse where it fluttered beneath your skin, and smell every surge of adrenaline the moment it bloomed inside you. There was no hiding from senses as sharp as his, especially not when he was this close.
“You smell so amazing…” He breathed, his words carried out on another slow inhale that seemed almost greedy in its depth.
A shaky sigh escaped him afterward, feathering warmly across your neck before dissolving into your skin. One of his large hands found yours where it rested against the couch, his fingers slipping effortlessly between your own until they laced together and he brought them above your head. His other hand settled securely around your waist beneath him, giving you a slow, absent squeeze that felt less possessive than grounding, as though simply holding you helped settle the restless instinct building inside him. Without even thinking about it, your free hand rose to the back of his neck. Your fingers disappeared into the soft hair at his nape, gently combing through it as warmth radiated into your palm. He leaned into your touch immediately, another quiet hum of contentment vibrating against your throat before he turned his head just enough to brush another lingering kiss along the side of your neck.
“Your scent gets sweeter when you’re turned on,” he murmured, taking his time as his lips lingered against your skin, breathing you in between every slow kiss as though he couldn’t get enough of you. His voice grew even rougher on the next breath, and you felt the words against your neck almost as much as you heard them, “God…Your pheromones are going fucking wild.”
“…What do I smell like right now?” You asked softly from beneath him, your voice quieter than you’d intended. The room seemed pleasantly hazy from the wine, and for a fleeting moment the ceiling above you almost swayed as you looked up at it. Your hand wandered lazily over the broad slope of his shoulder until it found the thick muscle of one trap, and you couldn’t resist giving it an indulgent squeeze beneath your fingers. It was warm. Incredibly solid. Every inch of him felt built from strength.
“Pure adrenaline,” he murmured without hesitation, his answer arriving on another slow, appreciative inhale.
His face disappeared into the curve of your throat again before he buried himself in your hair, greedily chasing every trace of your scent wherever he could find it. His warm breath feathered over your skin as he spoke, each word quieter than the last.
“Spun sugar…Fire…Something dark and smoky…” He sighed contentedly against you, the sound rumbling through his chest, “…Something I wanna drown in.”
A delicious shiver traveled the length of your spine. His words settled somewhere deep inside you, sending warmth cascading through your body until it pooled low in your stomach. Goosebumps chased one another across your skin beneath the comforting weight of his broad frame, and before you realized what you were doing, your back arched instinctively into him. A quiet sigh escaped your lips as your eyes fluttered closed, your leg slowly lifting to drape comfortably over his hip while your fingers tightened against him. Your nails squeezed around the back of his hand, the others lightly digging into the firm muscle of his trap under your fingertips as though you needed something solid to steady yourself against.
Then you felt it. The unmistakable pressure of his hard cock resting against the inside of your thigh. Even through the fabric of his tailored slacks, you could feel the weight of him there, warm and heavy where it pressed against you. The subtle pulse beneath the fabric betrayed every bit of the growing desire he’d been trying so unsuccessfully to hide, and the realization sent another rush of heat rolling through you.
“You know which part of you gives off the sweetness I’m talking about?” He murmured.
The tip of his tongue traced a slow path up the front of your throat. The unexpected warmth of it stole your breath. You nearly moaned before catching yourself, your fingers instinctively tightening against his shoulder as your head tipped back just enough to give him room.
“…What?” You breathed, your voice barely above a whisper.
When your eyes finally opened again, you found him already looking at you. Not simply looking. Watching. His eyes were fixed on yours with an intensity that made your pulse stumble all over again. The warmth, the teasing affection, and the playful smiles that usually softened his expression had melted into something quieter, deeper, and almost instinctive. For one suspended heartbeat, he regarded you with the kind of focused hunger that made you understand exactly why rabbits froze when wolves looked at them.
God…The realization sent another violent rush of adrenaline surging through you. Shock and desire collided inside your chest so fiercely that your entire body seemed to hum beneath him. Your heart hammered against your ribs, your breathing caught somewhere between anticipation and surrender, and you couldn’t tell whether the dizzy feeling overtaking you came from the wine or from the man looking down at you as though you were the only thing in the world worth wanting. You felt almost intoxicated by him. Almost delirious. Every time he looked at you like that, it was as though the rest of the room disappeared until all that remained was the warmth of his body surrounding yours and those impossible golden eyes holding you completely captive.
His large hand slowly left your waist, gliding upward over your side before traveling along the line of your throat. The warmth of his palm lingered against your skin as his fingers climbed higher, slipping beneath your chin until they settled around your jaw with surprising gentleness. His thumb rested against one cheek while his fingers curved around the other, giving the softest squeeze that rounded your cheeks between them. It wasn’t enough to hurt. It was simply enough to hold your attention exactly where he wanted it.
“Yes you do,” he murmured with unmistakable amusement.
As he spoke, he gently tipped your face one way and then the other, each syllable accompanied by the smallest guiding movement of his hand. His grin spread slowly across his lips, revealing the faint gleam of his canines beneath the warm lighting, and there was something devastatingly unfair about how effortlessly playful and predatory he could look all at once.
God. He was absolutely molten like this. The teasing warmth in his expression hadn’t disappeared, but something deeper had settled beneath it, something instinctive that made it impossible to look away. Your breath caught somewhere in your chest as his eyes remained locked on yours, and every slow second beneath that gaze seemed to stretch impossibly longer than the last. Your heart pounded so hard it felt as though it might bruise your ribs from the inside, while a rush of adrenaline swept through your body with all the intoxicating intensity of a hunted animal refusing to look away from the predator that had already found it. It wasn’t fear. It was something far more dangerous than that. The electric thrill left goosebumps racing over your skin, warmth blooming beneath them until you found yourself trembling beneath his broad frame despite having no desire whatsoever to move.
Before you even realized you were doing it, you smiled back. You watched the subtle movement of his throat as he swallowed, the muscles working beneath his skin with unmistakable deliberateness, and the sight alone sent another rush of heat through you. God…Even that affected you. There was something breathtaking about watching him fight the instinctive reactions he never seemed capable of hiding. He wasn’t embarrassed by them. If anything, the honesty of every tiny response only made the moment feel more real, more intimate, more impossible to resist.
It sent another rush of heat pouring through you until you felt your body betray you completely. Your pussy gave an involuntary little twitch beneath your dress, and the broad line of his hip bone, already resting against you, shifted with the smallest, slowest grind across the damp fabric of your thong. The pressure was almost cruel in how subtle it was, yet it sent a molten wave of pleasure straight through your core. Heat bloomed around your clit so suddenly your breath caught in your throat, your fingers instinctively tightening against the hard muscle of his shoulder as your lips fell open inside the gentle cradle of his hand. For one suspended heartbeat, you couldn’t think of a single clever comeback. All you could do was stare up into those golden eyes, feeling wonderfully, helplessly overwhelmed by the man looking down at you as though you were already his.
“…Your pretty little kitty,” he whispered, his voice dropping into a husky murmur as his gaze slowly drifted from your eyes to your mouth. There was nothing hurried about the way he looked at you. He studied your lips as though they had become the only thing capable of holding his attention, and the slow hunger behind that look alone was enough to send another tremor through your body.
Your breath caught when he leaned closer. Instead of kissing you immediately, the tip of his tongue slowly dragged across your lower lip with an agonizing patience that made your pulse leap. The warm stroke lingered just long enough to make it feel deliberate, almost instructional, as though he was showing you exactly how he’d want to lick you there if you ever let him. It was as if he wanted you to picture it. Wanted you to imagine that same slow, hungry tongue between your legs instead of against your mouth. The thought hit you with startling clarity, and before you could stop yourself, you practically felt the ghost of his tongue gliding over your slit, so vivid in your imagination that your body supplied the sensation for him. Heat bloomed low in your belly, your pussy gave an involuntary little spasm beneath your dress, and your breath caught sharply in your throat as the imagined stroke sent a pulse of pleasure straight through your clit.
He felt it immediately. There was no hiding a reaction like that from senses as sharp as his, especially not when he was pressed so closely against you. A low, thoroughly satisfied moan rumbled deep inside his chest the instant your body betrayed you, and the vibration rolled warmly into your mouth as his lips finally captured yours. The sound carried unmistakable delight, as though your involuntary response had confirmed exactly what he’d hoped it would. Goosebumps raced over your skin while the warmth of his mouth enveloped yours, and every tiny hair along the back of your neck stood on end as you melted into the kiss, your heart pounding beneath the overwhelming intensity of the moment.
Your free hand slipped from where he’d been holding it. Instead of pushing him away, both of your hands climbed to the collar of his dress shirt, your fingers curling tightly into the fabric before you gave him a firm, possessive tug. The movement drew him flush against you, and you answered his kiss with equal urgency, pressing your mouths together until there wasn’t an inch of space left between you.
He met your intensity without hesitation. If anything, he welcomed it. He kissed you with the same wholehearted enthusiasm he seemed to pour into everything he felt, his mouth moving eagerly against yours as though he’d been waiting all night for you to pull him closer instead of pushing him away. The lingering taste of red wine still coated his tongue, rich and warm as it mingled with yours, while the gentle scrape of his canines catching your lower lip made another delicious rush of heat pour through your body. The playful little bites were careful enough never to hurt, yet intoxicating enough that your fists instinctively tightened around his shirt, wrinkling the expensive fabric between your fingers.
Above you both, his enormous tail had found its own way of joining the moment. It slowly curled around the leg you had draped over his waist, wrapping loosely around your calf as though it wanted to hold you there just as securely as the rest of him did. At the same time, one of his large hands slid beneath your thigh and gently encouraged your knee higher against the hard muscle of his back, silently asking for more closeness, more contact, more of you. He always chased intensity that way, never through force, but through an almost desperate desire to eliminate every inch of distance between your bodies.
You could feel the very tip of his tail trembling against your leg. It kept trying to stay still. Trying to behave. Trying to hide just how overwhelmingly happy he was. It failed miserably. The soft, uncontrollable wag betrayed him over and over again where it brushed against your thigh, and you couldn’t help smiling into the kiss as you realized the wine had stripped away what little restraint he normally managed to keep over it.
God…He felt like he was burning from the inside out. Every kiss. Every breath. Every eager little sound he made against your mouth carried a restless warmth that seemed to seep straight into you, melting through your own restraint until it felt as though his excitement had become your own. Wrapped in his arms, surrounded by his scent, and held beneath the overwhelming sincerity of every emotion he wore so openly, you felt yourself slipping deeper beneath the spell of him with every passing heartbeat, as though the heat pouring out of him had become molten enough to settle into your very bones.
Your hands slowly slipped from the collar of his dress shirt to the neatly knotted tie dangling from his neck. Curling your fingers around the silk, you gave it a possessive tug, drawing him down into another lingering kiss while your other hand worked at loosening the knot. It slid free beneath your fingers at last, hanging loosely around his neck for only a moment before he pulled back just enough to tug it the rest of the way off. With a quiet sigh of relief, he tossed it carelessly somewhere across the room without so much as looking where it landed, his attention never truly leaving you.
Your fingertips immediately found the first button of his shirt. Then the second. You fumbled slightly, your wine-softened fingers taking just a little too long to work each button through its hole, and the delay was almost comical considering the way he was kissing you. His breathing had long since lost any resemblance of calm. Warm, uneven breaths escaped him between kisses, and the flush spreading across his cheeks had begun creeping down the strong line of his neck. Every slow inhale seemed to make him hotter instead of cooling him down, and judging by the way his chest rose beneath your hands, the scent of you was only making matters worse. He was impatient. Restless. Wonderfully needy in that utterly transparent way he never seemed capable of hiding, his instincts leaving him visibly flustered as he lingered over you.
It was the only reason he finally broke the kiss. Not to pull away from you. Only to make room. He rose smoothly onto his knees between the wide parting of your thighs, his sheer size demanding the extra height as his broad frame settled over you once more. Standing like that, he seemed to swallow the room. His shoulders eclipsed the warm light overhead until your gaze was filled almost entirely by him, leaving only a soft glow outlining the massive silhouette towering above you.
“Hang on…” He breathed with an embarrassed little laugh that sounded more winded than amused.
His fingers immediately found the remaining buttons of his dress shirt. One after another. Much faster than yours ever could have. He hurried through them with the kind of impatient urgency that made you smile, practically fumbling over himself in his eagerness to get the shirt open. As each button gave way, the fabric loosened farther across his chest, straining for only a heartbeat before falling open to reveal more of the broad, muscular body beneath. The tailored shirt had fit him impeccably when he stood still, yet seeing it gape apart now only reminded you how absurdly wide he really was. It looked almost too small across his chest and shoulders, and the sleeves hugged his powerful arms so closely that you wondered how he’d managed to button the thing in the first place.
Your eyes couldn’t help following every movement. He caught you staring. A slow, pleased smile spread across his flushed face as he looked back down at you, breathing hard enough that the open edges of his shirt shifted with every rise and fall of his chest. There was something almost boyishly proud about the way he watched you watching him, completely aware that your eyes were drinking in every inch of him as he stripped down.
Unable to stand the heat any longer, he yanked the shirt free from where it had been tucked into his belt before rolling his broad shoulders back. The movement stretched every muscle across his chest and back beneath the warm light, and then, with one impatient pull, he shrugged completely out of the shirt and tossed it carelessly behind him. The whole thing happened so quickly it almost made you giggle. He had practically hulked his way out of the damn thing in his desperate hurry to get it off his overheating body.
“Stop me if it’s ever too much,” he said quietly.
He always said it. Every single time things began slipping from playful teasing into something more intimate, he reminded you of the same rule without fail. It had become as much a part of the two of you as the flirting and the banter. He wanted you to stop him before he ever pushed too far, before instinct or impatience could ever overtake your comfort. He wanted to know that if he crossed a line, you would tell him, and he would stop without hesitation. No matter how desperately he wanted you, no matter how badly his body begged for more, that promise never changed.
You met his eyes and nodded, “I will.”
His shoulders relaxed almost imperceptibly at your answer, and only then did your gaze begin wandering again. It drifted slowly over every broad, sculpted plane of his bare torso, drinking him in without even trying to hide it. The warm light of the private room traced every hard line of muscle across his chest and abdomen, accentuating the powerful taper of his waist before your eyes continued lower still. Your smile grew softer, breathier, as you followed the sharp V of his pelvic lines disappearing beneath the waistband of his pants.
Then your attention stopped altogether. Oh, God. Your eyes practically glued themselves to the unmistakable bulge straining against the front of his slacks. The outline of his cock rested heavily along the inside of one powerful thigh, impossible to ignore and somehow even more distracting because it wasn’t trying to be. It looked almost obscene beneath the tailored fabric, the weight of him obvious even while still confined behind expensive trousers. Obscene…And devastatingly attractive.
“So…” His voice pulled your attention back upward, though only barely, “see something you like?”
The shameless bastard actually reached down and casually palmed himself over his slacks, giving the heavy outline the smallest, teasing shake beneath his hand while watching your expression with undisguised amusement. You stared at him. The delicious bastard. You ought to smack him. Instead, another idea found you. Without breaking eye contact, you slipped one of your high heels free and let it tumble softly onto the carpet beside the couch. Stretching your now bare foot toward him, you slowly rested the arch of it against the prominent bulge between his thighs.
The reaction was immediate. His brows drew together as a slow breath escaped him, and those brilliant golden eyes lifted back to yours with unmistakable heat gathering behind them. The playful smile never quite disappeared, but it softened beneath something far hungrier as he watched you press experimentally against him. His large hand rose to your ankle before sliding gently over the top of your bare foot. His palm was wonderfully warm as it wrapped around it, and instead of moving you away, he guided your foot a little more firmly against himself. The subtle pressure drew another uneven breath from him, his fingers tightening ever so slightly over your foot as he leaned into the sensation with a quiet, thoroughly pleased sigh. The sight of it made another burst of giggles bubble out of you.
“Yeah, I do,” you teased, biting gently over your lower lip as a mischievous little giggle escaped you. You slowly flexed your bare foot against the heavy outline trapped beneath his slacks, letting your toes lazily wiggle over him just to see what would happen. The reaction was immediate. A visible shudder rippled through his entire body before his eyes fluttered for the briefest moment, and the uneven breath that left him made your grin widen, “do you?”
Still watching him, you slowly let your knees drift farther apart. The hem of your little black dress rode higher over your thighs with the movement, revealing more of your legs until the thin strip of fabric covering your pussy came fully into view. You didn’t say a word. You simply watched him watch you, reveling in the slow, unmistakable smile that spread across his face the instant his eyes settled between your legs.
“God…Yes,” he admitted without even attempting to hide it.
His honesty never failed to catch you off guard. Without looking away from you, he reached for your other foot, his large hand wrapping easily around your ankle as he carefully slipped your remaining heel free. The shoe landed somewhere beside the couch with a quiet thud, forgotten the moment it left his hand. His attention never wavered from you as both of his hands slid lower, settling comfortably around your calves. His broad palms practically engulfed them, warm and reassuring as they held you with effortless ease.
“Nice spot,” he murmured with an unmistakably pleased smile, “looks cute.”
You blinked, “what—”
Following his gaze, you lifted your head just enough to see what he meant. Then your cheeks immediately flared with heat. A small, unmistakable patch of dampness had darkened the narrow center of your thong, visible even beneath the thin fabric stretched between your thighs. The realization hit you all at once, and you heard the quiet, thoroughly entertained chuckle that rumbled out of him just as a startled little gasp escaped your own lips. Embarrassment rushed through you, warming your face as you instinctively thought about pulling your dress back down.
You never got the chance. Before you could move, Valko’s hands tightened gently around your calves and, with effortless strength, he lifted both of your legs upward. The motion tipped you smoothly back against the couch cushions, your back sinking into the soft leather as he drew you several inches closer to him. Your breath caught in surprise as your hips slid toward him beneath his guidance, his broad frame naturally filling the space between your parted thighs once again.
That deliciously needy pervert. The eager look in his eyes, the way his breathing had grown warmer, the unmistakable excitement written all over his face…It would have been so easy to simply let him have his way. But just as quickly as the thought crossed your mind, another one replaced it. You remembered. You remembered how absurdly easy it was to turn the tables on Valko whenever you wanted to. Beneath all that height, strength, confidence, and shameless flirting was a man who absolutely melted whenever you took control for even a moment. It was exhilarating watching someone so impossibly powerful look at you with that same eager, hopeful expression every time you challenged him. There was something undeniably intoxicating about knowing you could wrap that enormous werewolf around your finger with little more than a look, a smile, or a well-timed command, and he’d follow along with all the enthusiasm of an obedient puppy hoping to earn praise.
The realization stirred something inside you. Not just curiosity. Not just desire. Something deeper. Somewhere over the course of the evening, another wall you’d been clinging to had quietly fallen away. The playful teasing still remained, but beneath it lived something far more genuine now. The feelings between you were no longer guesses or carefully avoided possibilities. They had been spoken aloud. A real date waited for the two of you tomorrow night. The uncertainty that had kept you holding him at arm’s length for so long had begun giving way to trust, and with it came a newfound boldness that made your pulse race. You weren’t just curious anymore. You were beginning to crave seeing exactly how far that vulnerable, wonderfully devoted side of Valko would let you push him.
“What, this little thing?” You asked with exaggerated innocence, your voice dripping with playful sweetness as though you had no idea what had captured his attention so completely.
You absolutely did. Keeping your eyes locked on his, you slowly let your hand wander down the length of your body. Your fingertips skimmed over the curve of your waist before gliding lower across your stomach until they finally reached the unmistakable patch of dampness between your thighs. You watched him watch you, and the reaction was instantaneous. His eyes widened ever so slightly before they followed every inch of your movement with unwavering focus, tracking your hand as faithfully as though your fingertips were leading him toward the only thing in the world he wanted.
You caught the subtle sway of his tail again. It gave a slow, unconscious wag behind him, the fluffy tip brushing against the floor before stilling for all of half a second. Then it wagged again. The sight made your pulse leap. His pupils visibly expanded the moment your fingers settled over your pussy, the brilliant gold of his irises shrinking beneath the growing darkness until his gaze looked almost molten with anticipation.
“Oh, shit…” You laughed softly to yourself.
The sensation surprised even you. Your fingertips came away damp enough that you instinctively rubbed them together before letting them drift back over the thin strip of fabric covering your pussy. The delicate material clung immediately beneath the moisture, molding itself more tightly to every soft contour between your thighs. As your fingers slowly stroked over yourself through the fabric, it outlined the shape of your lips with startling clarity, and you watched the way his eyes devoured every tiny movement as though he couldn’t physically look anywhere else.
“I’m soaking wet,” you murmured with another breathless little laugh, shaking your head almost in disbelief, “wow…”
His entire body answered you before his voice ever could. You saw his throat work in one slow swallow. You saw the muscles flex along his jaw. You saw his broad hands tighten around your thighs, his fingers unconsciously digging into the softness above your knees as though holding himself in place required genuine effort. The restraint written across his face was almost tangible. Every instinct inside him seemed to be pulling him forward, urging him to bury himself between your legs, and yet he stayed exactly where he was, waiting despite the obvious struggle painted across his expression. The realization sent another rush of heat pouring through you. Without thinking, your voice came out firmer than you’d intended.
“Sit,” the single word left your lips with quiet authority.
He obeyed immediately. Almost before the sound had finished reaching him, he lowered himself onto his calves between your spread thighs, his broad shoulders settling lower. The movement was so immediate, so instinctive, that it almost looked as though his body had responded before his mind ever had. He didn’t question you. He didn’t hesitate. He simply did exactly as you’d asked.
The sight stole your breath. Good Lord…Watching someone so impossibly powerful become so effortlessly obedient for you sent a delicious thrill racing straight through your body. It made something deep inside you ache with a hunger you hadn’t expected, your pulse quickening as warmth unfurled low in your belly. Your fingers lingered where they rested against the damp fabric between your thighs, and the awareness of his eyes fixed so intently on every tiny movement made the sensation bloom into something almost dizzying. The excitement coursing through you became wonderfully electric, spreading through every nerve until you found yourself smiling up at him, utterly captivated by the breathtaking contrast between the formidable werewolf everyone else saw and the devoted, eager man kneeling so willingly between your legs.
“Good boy,” you tested with a pleased little smile.
The words rolled off your tongue almost experimentally, as though you were curious what they would do to him. You found out immediately. Scooting closer, you slowly spread your thighs wider until they comfortably draped over his lap, your dress gathering higher over your hips as you settled yourself directly in front of him. The movement drew him naturally closer to where your hand still lazily stroked over the damp fabric between your legs, and his breathing immediately turned uneven again.
Then you heard it. Thump. Thump. Thump. Your eyes flicked past his shoulder, and the sight waiting there nearly made you burst into laughter. His enormous tail was wagging so enthusiastically it was actually smacking against the back of the couch, the fluffy thing swishing back and forth with absolutely no restraint. A laugh escaped you before you could stop it. The rush of adrenaline that shot through you at the sight was almost intoxicating. Your heart hammered against your ribs as you looked up at him, and the exhilaration bubbling inside you made your pulse race even faster. You were having entirely too much fun watching this impossibly powerful man unravel so completely beneath your attention.
“You’re salivating,” you pointed out, unable to hide the amusement dancing in your voice.
Your eyes drifted down to his mouth just in time to watch his throat work through another slow swallow. His tongue slipped out almost absentmindedly, moistening his lips before disappearing again, and the movement only confirmed what you’d already noticed.
“Is it my scent doing that to you?” You asked.
He nodded. Just…Nodded. He looked almost helpless beneath the weight of it, his eyes never once leaving your pussy as your fingers continued their slow, absent circles over the damp fabric. It was as though every instinct inside him had narrowed his entire world down to that single point, leaving him visibly torn between patience and overwhelming need.
“Aww…” You cooed, your smile growing impossibly smug.
You watched him draw in one deep breath, clearly trying to steady himself. It didn’t help. If anything, inhaling you only made matters worse. His broad chest expanded completely before the breath left him in a slow, shaky exhale, and you watched the subtle twitch that ran through him afterward. Even his head gave the smallest shake from side to side, almost as though he were physically trying to clear his thoughts, trying to wrestle his instincts back under control. He was losing. Badly.
“What are you thinking about right now, hmm?” You asked sweetly, tilting your head as your fingertips continued their lazy teasing, “what’s going through that little noggin of yours?”
A breathless laugh finally escaped him. He shook his head again before pinching the crooked bridge of his nose between his fingers, his eyes squeezing shut for a brief second as though he couldn’t even bear to look at you anymore.
“God, woman…” He muttered through an incredulous laugh, “you’re evil.”
You immediately huffed in mock offense. Without missing a beat, you nudged the side of his elbow with your knee, bullying the poor man for his attention until he reluctantly looked back at you.
“Hey,” you scolded, “I didn’t say you could look away.”
Another groan escaped him. This time, he obeyed. His eyes lifted right back to you, only to become hopelessly trapped all over again as they settled on the slow movements of your hand between your thighs. He looked utterly conflicted, caught somewhere between restraint and surrender, between misery and overwhelming want. The tension in his face was almost palpable, every muscle tightening beneath flushed skin as he struggled to keep himself exactly where you’d told him to stay.
Watching him fight himself was almost as intoxicating as watching him lose. You noticed his right hand twitch toward his crotch before he seemed to catch himself. His fingers curled halfway, hovering for the briefest moment as though instinct wanted him to reach for himself, to seek any kind of relief from the aching tension building inside him. Instead, with obvious effort, he stopped the motion halfway and clenched his hand into a tight fist against his thigh. The muscles in his forearm flexed beneath the strain, his knuckles whitening as he resisted the urge. It was a battle he was very clearly losing.
“Why’re you torturing me like this?” He breathed, the words leaving him on an uneven exhale as though he were physically wrestling with the heat building beneath his skin. A sheen of sweat had begun to gather across his brow despite the cool room, and he dragged the back of his hand over his forehead with a weary sigh, looking utterly undone by you.
“…Because it’s fun,” you admitted with an unapologetic smile, the answer slipping out far more honestly than you’d intended. You watched his expression soften into resigned disbelief before continuing, your voice quieter this time, “and…Because I wanna see how far I can push you. I wanna see how obedient you are.”
He closed his eyes for a brief moment and let out another long sigh through his nose, the corners of his mouth twitching upward despite himself. It wasn’t defeat so much as acceptance. He already knew he was hopelessly outmatched the moment you’d decided to take control. There wasn’t a stubborn bone left in his body that wanted to fight you anymore. He knew he didn’t have the strength to turn away from you. He knew every instinct inside him had narrowed its entire world down to the woman lying in front of him.
Watching him surrender to that realization stirred something warm inside your own chest. The more you saw this side of Valko, the less you wanted to keep him waiting forever. Not because you pitied him. Because you wanted him. Because every helpless glance, every shaky breath, every involuntary wag of that enormous tail made you ache with the growing desire to reward him. Or perhaps…To indulge yourself just as much.
“Maybe if you’re good for me…” You murmured. Your hand slipped slowly beneath the elastic waistband of your thong, the delicate fabric stretching beneath your fingers before giving way. The first brush of your fingertips against your pussy drew a quiet shudder through your body, and your breath caught as you found your clit already slick with the warm evidence of just how thoroughly he’d worked you up. Your fingers moved slowly, collecting the slippery heat that had gathered there before circling gently over the sensitive little bundle, and the sensation sent a delicious pulse of pleasure radiating low through your belly, “…I’ll let you have a treat.”
He looked absolutely tortured. The flush that had crept across his cheeks now spread down the strong line of his neck and over the broad expanse of his chest. Beads of sweat glimmered beneath the warm light, tracing slow paths over hard muscle and disappearing into the sharp definition of his torso. Every deep inhale expanded his chest before escaping in another shaky breath, and he scrubbed a hand roughly over his face as though he were desperately trying to collect what little self-control remained. His other hand had already found your inner thigh, his broad palm wrapping around it with surprising care. Part of him seemed to be grounding himself through your touch, while the rest of him simply couldn’t resist needing a little more of you beneath his hand. His fingers kneaded absently into the soft warmth of your thigh, tightening every now and then whenever your own hand moved between your legs.
He was a complete mess. A huge, hungry wolf sitting obediently between your thighs while the meal he’d been craving all week teased him mercilessly only inches away. His eyes never left the slow movements of your hand, watching every tiny circle you drew over your pussy with a hunger so intense it almost made your own pulse race faster. The outline straining against the front of his slacks had become almost impossible to ignore by then, the heavy shape pressing insistently against the expensive fabric as though even his trousers were beginning to lose the battle of containing him.
“Define being good,” he said hoarsely, his fingers kneading a little higher along your inner thigh until the warmth of his hand settled dangerously close to where you wanted him most. His breathing had grown ragged enough that every word sounded strained with effort, “cause I’m about five seconds away from ripping your fucking underwear off and—”
“—Stay.”
You didn’t raise your voice. You didn’t need to. The single word left your lips with a calm certainty that somehow carried even more authority than shouting ever could. The effect was instantaneous. He froze. His broad shoulders had already begun lowering toward you, his body leaning forward almost entirely on instinct, yet the moment your command reached him, every muscle locked in place. He remained suspended there between your thighs, breathing hard, his entire body visibly straining against the urge to keep moving while those molten golden eyes lifted back to yours.
The sight sent another rush of exhilaration straight through you. A delighted laugh bubbled out before you could stop it. Without breaking eye contact, you slowly eased your middle and ring finger deeper beneath your thong and guided them into the tight, velvety heat of your pussy. Your walls welcomed them with a slick warmth that made your own breath hitch as your fingers disappeared knuckle by knuckle, and you watched every tiny change in his expression as though it were the most fascinating thing you’d ever seen. His throat worked through another helpless swallow. His jaw tightened. His pupils swallowed almost every trace of gold in his irises until all that remained was an impossibly hungry stare fixed completely on you.
“Good boy…” You praised softly, smiling as another tiny tremor passed through him, “I think you deserve a little treat for being such an obedient, helpless puppy.”
You watched his wolf ears spring upright the instant the praise left your lips, the subtle twitch making your heart leap with wicked satisfaction. A smile tugged at the corners of your mouth as you slowly pushed yourself up onto one forearm, never taking your eyes off him for even a second. The fingers you’d slipped beneath your thong emerged unhurriedly, glistening beneath the warm lights of the private room. Thick, glossy trails of your arousal stretched in delicate strands between your middle and ring finger as you slowly spread them apart, the sticky web catching the light before thinning with every tiny movement. You couldn’t help smiling at the sight yourself.
“Come here, boy,” you whispered.
Your slick fingers curled toward yourself in a slow beckoning motion, inviting him closer with shameless curiosity as your pulse thundered beneath your skin. Valko didn’t hesitate. Not for a heartbeat. He folded over you so quickly it almost made you laugh, his broad body eclipsing the light once again as both of his large hands found your arm. One wrapped securely around your wrist while the other cradled your forearm with surprising gentleness, anchoring you as though he couldn’t bear the thought of letting you slip away. Then, with absolutely no embarrassment, no self-consciousness, and no attempt whatsoever to play it cool, he drew your fingers straight into his mouth.
It wasn’t theatrical. It wasn’t something he was doing to impress you. It was instinct. Pure, wholehearted instinct. You watched every emotion wash openly across his face as his thick brows slowly pulled together and his eyelids fluttered shut. A quiet, blissful sound escaped somewhere deep in his throat while the warmth of his mouth enveloped your fingers, and you felt his tongue slowly glide between them with patient, unmistakable reverence. Every slow pass lingered, gathering every trace of your slickness with an intensity that made your stomach tighten. He tasted you as though nothing else in the world existed, completely lost in the moment, his breathing deepening around your fingers while another low hum vibrated warmly against your skin.
The sight sent a rush of exhilaration crashing through you. A giggle burst out before you could stop it. It bubbled helplessly from your chest, bright and breathless, as a delicious thrill raced from your fingertips all the way down through your molten core. Adrenaline flooded every nerve ending until your entire body seemed to hum beneath him. You squirmed against the couch cushions, practically kicking your feet in delighted excitement as your toes curled so tightly they threatened to cramp. The sensation of his tongue swirling around your fingers, the warm suction of his mouth, and the utterly blissed expression written across his face combined into something so intoxicating that your thoughts dissolved into little more than laughter and heat.
You felt wonderfully lightheaded. Wonderfully reckless. High on him. His fingers had begun trembling around your arm. You felt his long fingers trembling where they wrapped around your wrist and forearm, the grip tightening by slow, involuntary degrees until it almost felt as though he were clutching a favorite toy he’d finally been given permission to keep. The contrast made your pulse race. This enormous, broad-shouldered werewolf could have overpowered you without effort if he’d ever wanted to, yet here he was, holding your arm with a reverence that only made the hunger written across his face even more devastating. At the same time, there was still something unmistakably wolfish about it. The way his hands engulfed your arm made you feel wonderfully small, wonderfully delicate, like a little plaything caught between the careful paws of a great predator trying with every ounce of restraint not to break what he cherished.
It was so fucking hot. Every slow pass of his tongue between your fingers, every bliss-drunk hum vibrating against your skin, every greedy little swallow as he savored the taste of you sent another wave of molten heat crashing through your body. Your fingertips tingled inside the warm heat of his mouth, your stomach burned with anticipation, and your pussy ached so fiercely it almost hurt. Watching him lose himself in you like this, watching that beautiful, hungry wolf come apart over something as simple as your taste, snapped the last thread of restraint you’d been clinging to. You couldn’t take it anymore. You didn’t want to tease him forever. You wanted to let him finally fucking devour you whole.
The thought sent another pulse of heat straight through your core. You wanted to be his meal. You wanted to watch those gorgeous golden eyes roll back with bliss while he feasted on you without shame, to feel every hungry kiss, every greedy lick, every desperate little sound of satisfaction he couldn’t hide. You wanted him to savor you until he forgot where he ended and you began, and you wanted to lose yourself right alongside him, getting off on every shameless smooch he stole, every blissful swallow, every drop he greedily refused to waste.
“God, look at you…” You murmured through another helpless little laugh, unable to stop smiling at the breathtaking sight in front of you. His eyes betrayed him over and over again, darting helplessly from your face back down to the damp strip of fabric covering your pussy as though they were being pulled there against his will. Even with your fingers still nestled inside the warm heat of his mouth, slowly stroking over the slick glide of his tongue, he couldn’t stop looking between your legs. The pleasant scrape of his fangs brushed your skin every now and then as he struggled not to bite down, not out of aggression, but because the hunger written all over his face had become almost impossible for him to contain, “you’re driving me crazy as we speak. You’re dying to eat my pussy, aren’t you?”
He answered before he even thought about preserving his pride. Still suckling your fingers, he nodded shamelessly. Once. Then again. Harder. A hot sigh escaped around your fingers, feathering warmly over your knuckles as his eyes remained hopelessly fixed on the soaked little strip of fabric between your thighs. He looked completely overtaken by instinct, like every sense he possessed had narrowed into a single unbearable point of focus. The longing in his expression was almost painful to witness. He looked exactly like a starving wolf being forced to sit patiently in front of a meal he could already smell, already taste in his imagination, while every instinct inside him screamed to lunge forward and devour it.
Slowly, you eased your fingers from his mouth. He followed them. The movement was completely unconscious, his lips chasing after your fingertips by another inch before he caught himself, blinking as though he’d only just realized what he’d done. A delighted laugh escaped you as you lifted your hand to inspect it. Every trace of your slickness had disappeared. Your fingers gleamed only with the lingering shine of his mouth, every sticky trail of your arousal having been licked and sucked away with shameless enthusiasm until he hadn’t left a single drop behind. You were just as enthralled by him as he was by you.
His hands settled against your inner thighs again, spreading wide until his palms nearly engulfed them. Warm fingers slowly kneaded into your soft flesh, absentmindedly working over your thighs as though they needed something to do before they disobeyed him. The restless squeezing wasn’t simply affection. It was restraint. You watched the tendons shift beneath the skin of his forearms as his grip tightened and loosened in slow cycles, channeling every ounce of the overwhelming hunger consuming him into your thighs instead of where he truly wanted to be. He looked like he was fighting with every fiber of his being not to bury himself between your legs, not to nose-dive straight into the meal he’d been staring at all night. Every breath he took seemed to make that fight harder, every inhale of your scent pulling him closer to the edge. The realization sent another delicious rush of heat low through your body.
You smiled up at his beautifully ruined expression, “beg—”
“—Please,” the word burst out of him so quickly he barely let you finish.
His voice had gone hoarse, rough with need as another uneven breath escaped him. His fingers kneaded helplessly into your thighs again, grounding himself through the warmth of your body before he lost what little control he still possessed.
“I can’t take it anymore. I’ll do whatever you want, Y/n,” his throat worked through another swallow as his pleading eyes searched yours with heartbreaking sincerity, “just let me eat it already…Hell, I’d be happy with one lick.”
Your heart fluttered. Not from victory.
From the beautiful honesty shining back at you.
“Oh…” You whispered, your smile softening despite the exhilaration racing through your veins, “I believe you.”
Your hand slid over the top of one of his, your fingers wrapping affectionately around his thick wrist before giving it a gentle squeeze. Beneath your palm, you could feel the subtle tremor still running through him, his body humming with restrained anticipation. Your other hand drifted back between your thighs, and you slowly hooked a finger beneath the damp waistband of your thong. The elastic stretched lightly beneath your touch as your pulse quickened, your eyes lifting to meet his once more.
You wanted him there. You wanted that handsome, beautifully ruined face exactly where he’d been trying so desperately not to dive all night. You wanted to reward him. You wanted to indulge yourself just as much as you wanted to indulge him. You swallowed slowly. His throat bobbed in answer. The pleading look in his eyes made your chest tighten.
“Have I ever shown it to you before?” You asked softly.
He shook his head without hesitation, “no.”
Your smile widened, “…Wanna see it?”
He nodded so quickly that his wolf ears twitched with the movement, “fuck yes.”
Slowly, almost torturously, you hooked your finger beneath the narrow strip of damp fabric and eased it to the side. The elastic stretched against your hip before finally giving way, baring your pussy to him for the very first time. You never looked down. You looked at him instead. God. The expression that washed over his face nearly stole the air from your lungs.
His golden eyes widened only a fraction before they settled between your legs with complete, unwavering focus. He didn’t simply look. He stared as though every instinct inside him had fallen silent except one. His gaze roamed over every intimate curve with open awe, reverence, and a hunger so honest it made your pulse thunder. The intensity of it settled over your skin like another pair of hands, and your body answered before your mind ever could. Heat bloomed violently between your thighs, your pussy giving an involuntary little twitch beneath the weight of his stare as he drank in the sight of you without shame.
You felt his thumb dig deeper into your inner thigh. His hand was trembling. Not subtly. The broad hand wrapped around your leg shook with the effort it took to keep himself exactly where you’d told him to stay, and your own fingers instinctively tightened around his thick wrist in an affectionate squeeze. Beneath your touch, you could feel the tension coiled through every tendon and muscle in his forearm, his entire body straining against instincts that wanted nothing more than to bury him between your legs. He drew one long, shaky breath before giving that familiar little twitch of his head again, shaking it sharply to one side as though he were trying to knock the thoughts loose from his own skull. It almost looked like he was a heartbeat away from smacking himself across the face just to regain an ounce of composure. The sight made your heart race.
“You’re being so good,” you praised softly, your voice warming with genuine affection as you gently tugged him another inch closer by his arm, “donyou think it’s pretty?”
His eyes reluctantly climbed back to yours for the briefest moment before they helplessly fell right back where they wanted to be. Both of his hands slid from your thighs to your hips, spreading so wide they nearly wrapped around you. His grip tightened almost unconsciously while one broad thumb slipped beneath the delicate strap still resting against your hip. With agonizing slowness, he drew it farther aside, exposing you even more completely beneath the warm glow of the private room. The lights caught every glistening detail you had laid bare for him, and he looked at you as though he couldn’t believe you were real.
“It’s gorgeous,” he breathed, his voice rough and unsteady with need. When he finally forced his eyes back up to yours, they were openly pleading, “Y/n…Please…”
The desperation in that single word broke something inside you. The teasing had stopped being enough. Watching him unravel had been intoxicating, but now it only made the ache between your thighs heavier, hotter, more impossible to ignore. Your pussy throbbed with every frantic beat of your heart, slick enough that you could feel the warmth of your own arousal against your skin, and all you could think about was the starving wolf kneeling between your legs. Every hungry glance he’d stolen, every helpless swallow, every tremble in those enormous hands, every wag of that ridiculous tail had fed your own desire until you weren’t sure who was more desperate anymore. You wanted him. You wanted that handsome, beautifully ruined face buried between your thighs. You wanted to feel him finally stop fighting himself. You wanted him to devour you.
You pushed yourself up onto one forearm and reached for him, your fingers disappearing into the thick hair at the crown of his head before curling firmly into it, “c’mere, then.”
The invitation came out in a breath that sounded almost as needy as his. You fisted his hair and firmly guided him down while easing yourself back against the couch cushions, lifting your hips instinctively toward him as though your body had already made the decision before your mind had caught up.
“Eat up—”
He didn’t let you finish. The instant the words left your lips, both of his hands shot straight for your thong. His fingers hooked beneath the delicate waistband with unmistakable urgency, and every powerful muscle across his shoulders, chest, and forearms flexed as the last thread of his restraint finally snapped. Before you even had time to gasp, you heard the sharp crack of fabric giving way beneath his strength.
Your underwear never stood a chance. Neither, you realized with your pulse roaring in your ears, did you. Before your mind could even catch up to how fast he moved, his enormous arms swept beneath your thighs and wrapped securely around them from underneath. The strength behind the motion stole the breath clean out of your lungs. One moment you were lying against the leather couch, and the next the entire world lurched as he effortlessly lifted you. A startled gasp burst from your lips as your stomach flipped with the sudden change in gravity, your body leaving the cushions so completely that even your head no longer touched the couch.
Everything happened so fast your thoughts couldn’t keep pace. Your hands flew instinctively in search of something, anything, to steady yourself, but Valko was simply too big. Too broad. Too impossibly strong. He hoisted you as though you weighed nothing at all, your body dangling helplessly against the towering frame of his as your calves slipped naturally behind his shoulders. His powerful arms tightened around your waist, locking you securely against him, the firm squeeze of his embrace making it abundantly clear that there wasn’t the slightest chance of you slipping from his grasp.
Then…You felt him. The first slow, deliberate stroke of his tongue parted your slick folds from bottom to top with agonizing thoroughness, the broad warmth of it gliding through your soaked pussy before finishing in one greedy, lingering flick over your swollen clit. He didn’t rush it. He savored it, dragging every inch of the taste he’d been craving all evening onto his tongue with the unmistakable hunger of a man finally allowed his first bite.
The sensation detonated inside you. Your entire body jerked violently in his arms as white-hot pleasure crashed through your core, so sudden and overwhelming that a helpless cry tore from your throat before you could even think to silence it. Every muscle in your body seemed to seize at once as your nails desperately searched for purchase, finally digging deep into the hard muscle of his forearms. You clung to him instinctively, your fingers tightening as the world tilted around you beneath the sheer force of the pleasure he’d pulled from you with a single, devastating lick.
Your thighs reacted before your mind ever could. They snapped inward around the sides of his head, squeezing him tightly as another shudder ripped through you. The warmth of his face, the rough scrape of his tongue, the steady strength of the arms holding you effortlessly aloft, and the low, blissful sound rumbling from deep within his chest blurred together into one intoxicating rush that left your pulse roaring in your ears.
“Tighter,” he growled, the command vibrating straight into your pussy as the scorching heat of his breath and the wet, hungry pull of his mouth engulfed you. Every shameless squelch echoed obscenely through the room as he sucked a greedy mouthful of your slick cunt between his lips, drawing another helpless cry out of you before his tongue flattened beneath your clit and pulled at it with a starvation so utterly carnal your vision tunneled around the edges. The pleasure crashed through you all at once, too much and not nearly enough, making your entire body jolt in his arms as another guttural groan rumbled against you, “squeeze me tighter…Tighter.”
You obeyed before your mind even registered the words. Thought had abandoned you completely, melting into useless, bliss-drunk mush somewhere between the first lick and the tenth. Your ankles crossed behind his broad back, your thighs locking around the sides of his head as you squeezed with everything you had. The pressure earned exactly the reaction you wanted. A deep, broken groan poured out of him, vibrating deliciously through your soaked pussy as though he loved being trapped there just as much as you loved trapping him. Instead of pulling away, he buried himself even deeper, taking another ravenous mouthful of you with an enthusiasm that bordered on feral. His tongue flicked desperately over your clit before sucking it back between his lips again, greedy and shameless, drinking in every little sound you made as though each moan only made him hungrier.
“O-oh my God…” You stammered, your voice dissolving into breathless whimpers as your eyes rolled helplessly back before fluttering shut.
Your brows pinched so tightly they almost ached while your head fell farther behind you, exposing your throat as blood rushed downward until your entire face burned. Your lips trembled uncontrollably before your jaw dropped open around another cry. Thinking had become impossible. Speaking wasn’t much easier. All you could do was feel. Feel every glorious flick of his tongue, every filthy slurp, every greedy suck, every rumbling growl vibrating against your pussy until the sensations shot straight up your spine. Your skin prickled from head to toe, every tiny hair standing on end beneath the relentless pleasure pouring through you.
“Oh God…Oh—! F-fuck!” You cried, your voice breaking apart, “that’s ncredible! V-Val…Don’t—! Don’t stop! Don’t stop!”
As if he ever would. There wasn’t the slightest hint of strain in the enormous arms holding you aloft. He kept you suspended effortlessly, your entire body dangling against the towering heat of him while his forearms locked around your waist like iron bars. His broad hands stayed planted deep into the soft meat of your thighs, gripping you with possessive strength that made it abundantly clear he had no intention whatsoever of letting his meal escape now that he’d finally been given permission to feast. You were completely trapped against his hard, overheated body, pinned there by nothing but raw strength and overwhelming devotion while the feverish heat of his face stayed buried between your legs. His tongue slapped relentlessly against your clit with hungry, rhythmic determination, each wet stroke landing harder than the last until your entire body shook like a leaf in a storm.
Pressure mounted so quickly your eyes watered. Your head spun violently. Your fingers clawed helplessly down his forearms, nails scraping over hard muscle as you searched desperately for something to hold onto while your body came apart in his grasp. Your toes curled painfully tight, your calves trembled, and your thighs squeezed his head with enough force that you could actually feel the violent quiver of your muscles vibrating against his skull. Instead of trying to free himself, he groaned into your pussy again, almost drunkenly delighted by the crushing pressure around his head as he lapped at you even harder.
Every broad sweep of his wet tongue slapped over your swollen clit before disappearing between the slick squish of your lips, and every filthy, eager slurp made another helpless moan tumble out of your mouth. You couldn’t stop the needy little whines or the desperate mewls spilling from your lips as wave after wave of blistering heat surged through your pussy before racing up your spine like liquid lightning. Your fingers cramped. Your toes balled so tightly they hurt. Every muscle in your body drew taut beneath the relentlessly mounting weight of pleasure until you felt stretched to the absolute brink of shattering.
You never stood a chance. Your orgasm was climbing at a terrifying speed, building hotter and tighter with every greedy lick, every shameless suck, every bliss-drunk growl he buried into your pussy as he messily devoured you like the starving wolf he’d been trying so hard not to become all night. And God…The most intoxicating part of it all was knowing this beautiful, desperately hungry man was finally getting exactly what he’d been begging you for, feasting on you with the kind of wholehearted, ravenous joy that made your own pleasure burn even hotter.
You honestly didn’t know how much more of Valko you could possibly take. Every greedy lick, every filthy slurp, every bliss-drunk growl vibrating straight into your pussy poured another wave of unbearable pleasure through your body until you could no longer tell where one sensation ended and the next began. Heat gathered low inside your belly, molten and heavy, tightening into an impossibly taut coil beneath your navel with every relentless sweep of his tongue. It grew hotter and tighter by the second, winding itself into something that felt almost alive inside you, and you knew with absolute certainty that if he didn’t stop, which he clearly had no intention of doing, you were going to explode.
You should have kept your eyes shut. You should have surrendered completely to the pleasure and let it carry you wherever it wanted. Instead, driven by a reckless, greedy curiosity that refused to leave you alone, you forced yourself to look at him. Your entire body trembled with the effort as you struggled to bend your neck enough to find him, your thighs still locked tightly around the sides of his head while your nails remained buried in the hard muscle of his forearms. Your vision blurred beneath the pressure building behind your eyes, but you kept searching until you finally found him.
And then…Oh God. Oh, God. The moment your eyes met his, every coherent thought was obliterated. He was already looking at you. Those brilliant golden eyes were lifted from between your thighs, watching your face while his mouth stayed buried in your pussy, and the intensity behind that stare hit you harder than anything his tongue had done all night. It wasn’t simply hunger anymore. It was possession. It was instinct. It was the raw, unguarded expression of a starving predator finally sinking into the meal he’d spent too long aching for, and somehow he still couldn’t stop looking at you while he feasted.
His pupils had swallowed almost every trace of gold until his eyes looked dark and wild beneath the warm lights of the room. Sweat rolled slowly down the sharp ridge of his prominent brow bone, traced the hard angle of his cheekbone, and disappeared into the flush covering his face while his jaw worked between your thighs with greedy determination. His expression was completely ruined by bliss, yet there was nothing careless about the way he watched you. He looked at you like you were everything. His prey. His prize. His reward. His food. Every filthy, ravenous sound he made against your pussy only made that realization sink deeper into your bones, and the overwhelming intensity pouring off him hit you with such force that it felt as though someone had struck you with lightning.
A broken sob escaped your lips before you even realized you were crying. Your head rolled helplessly backward as your spine arched so violently it cracked beneath the strain, and the white-hot coil burning inside your belly finally snapped. It didn’t unravel. It detonated. Pleasure ripped through your body with catastrophic force, crashing over you in wave after wave until you couldn’t tell where your body ended and the orgasm began.
“I’m cumming!” You screamed at the top of your lungs, the words tearing themselves from your throat without the slightest trace of restraint.
Your entire body convulsed inside the iron lock of his arms, every muscle seizing at once while violent tremors tore through you from head to toe. Your hands shook uncontrollably as your nails dug deeper into his forearms, clawing desperately at the hard muscle beneath your fingertips as though he were the only thing anchoring you to the earth while heaven completely consumed you.
“I’m cumming so hard!” You cried again, your voice cracking into breathless sobs as another crushing pulse of pleasure ripped through your pussy and straight into the pit of your stomach.
Every involuntary squeeze around his tongue seemed to pull another greedy sound from him, and feeling him shamelessly drinking in every wave of your orgasm only made the pleasure burn even hotter. Your thighs locked tight around his head with trembling desperation, your hips jerked helplessly in his grasp, and your entire body shook so violently you could barely draw another breath.
“Oh God, have mercy!” You begged, “shit! Val—! F-fuck! Valko!”
Your orgasm tore through you so completely that it drowned out everything else. It crashed over your body in violent, relentless waves, wringing every last ounce of strength from your muscles until you couldn’t tell where you ended and the pleasure began. Your pussy fluttered and clenched uncontrollably around every furious slap of Valko’s tongue, each involuntary squeeze earning another bliss-drunk groan against your soaked corr that you barely even registered. You never felt the way his broad shoulders began trembling beneath your thighs. You never heard the loud, helpless moan that finally tore itself from his chest as he lost himself with you. The only thing your overwhelmed mind could comprehend was the overwhelming rush of heat pouring through your body, wave after glorious wave crashing into one another until you couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t even remember your own name.
You simply let him have you. You let him ride out every last pulse of your orgasm with the same greedy hunger he’d been pouring into you from the very first lick. Your thighs shook violently around his head while your hips twitched helplessly against his mouth, your body surrendering completely as he shamelessly drank in every little spasm and every trembling squeeze your pussy gave him.
By the time the last wave finally began loosening its grip on you, your muscles had turned to jelly. Only then did you feel his enormous arms carefully lowering you. The world slowly tilted as he eased you back down onto the couch with surprising gentleness, still holding you securely until your back met the cushions. Your body landed like a completely boneless puddle, limp and trembling from head to toe, every nerve still humming with the lingering aftershocks of what he’d just done to you.
A breathless laugh bubbled out before you could stop it. Your lips stretched into the dopiest grin as you stared up at the ceiling, watching the brilliant little fireworks dancing across your vision slowly begin to fade. Sweat clung warmly to your skin, your chest rose and fell in ragged breaths, and your entire body continued trembling in tiny, helpless shivers that refused to stop. Your brain felt completely fried, cooked through by heat and pleasure until your thoughts drifted sluggishly through your head like warm molasses. Even your heartbeat seemed impossibly loud, pounding inside your chest and echoing between your ears while every sense remained wrapped in the hazy glow of euphoric exhaustion.
“H-holy shit…” You laughed between uneven breaths, “h-holy…W-wow…”
Another disbelieving laugh escaped you as you pressed a shaky hand over your forehead.
“You’re fucking incredible, you beast…” You swallowed another ragged breath before grinning even wider, “God, again…I-I want it again…”
It took every ounce of strength you had left just to push yourself up onto your forearms. Your arms quivered beneath your own weight as you finally managed to lift your head, blinking through the pleasant haze still clouding your vision while you tried to focus on Valko. He was still kneeling exactly where you’d left him. Panting. Trembling.
His face was flushed such a deep shade of red it spread all the way down his neck and disappeared across the broad expanse of his sweat-slick chest. His hair clung damply to his forehead, his lips hung slightly parted as he struggled to catch his breath, and he honestly looked as though someone had dropped an entire truck on top of him. His broad shoulders continued rising and falling with deep, uneven breaths while he stared somewhere unfocused, completely dazed by whatever had just happened to him.
“Are you—…” The question died in your throat.
Your eyes drifted lower. Then lower still. Your brows slowly pulled together. The front of his tailored slacks was soaked. Not just damp. There was a large, unmistakable wet patch spread across the expensive fabric, dark against the material where the obnoxious bulge that had been straining there only moments ago had noticeably softened. The heavy outline you’d been teasing earlier had shrunk considerably now, and for several bewildering seconds your pleasure-fogged brain simply refused to connect what your eyes were seeing. Confusion washed over you. Then, piece by piece, the impossible realization began settling into place. Just before he finally said it out loud.
“I-I came,” he panted, the confession spilling out between ragged breaths as though he still couldn’t quite believe it himself.
His broad hands dropped heavily onto the tops of his thighs, fingers spreading there while his shoulders continued rising and falling beneath the effort of catching his breath. Sweat glistened across the hard planes of his chest, and his auburn hair had fallen into a damp, hopeless mess over his forehead. When his exhausted golden eyes finally lifted back to yours, there was something almost endearingly vulnerable behind them. The confident teasing, the cocky grin, the shameless flirting, it had all melted away, leaving behind a man who looked thoroughly dazed by what had just happened. A tired, breathless laugh escaped him as he shook his head in complete disbelief.
“Holy fuck…” He breathed, still trying to process it himself, “I just came from that…”
Another incredulous laugh slipped out as he rubbed a weary hand over his flushed face before looking back at you with wide-eyed amazement.
“Wow…” He marveled at the absurdity of it all, “I didn’t even touch myself…”
For a heartbeat, neither of you said anything. Then the realization landed all at once.
“That’s insane…” The words left both of you at nearly the same time, and the silence immediately shattered beneath shared laughter.
It poured out of you helplessly, bright and breathless, still broken around the lingering tremors of your orgasm while he doubled over with an equally exhausted laugh of his own. You could barely look at him without laughing harder. There he was; the intimidating chairman of EonCore Tech, the enormous werewolf who looked capable of tearing through steel with his bare hands, completely flushed, thoroughly spent, and looking almost sheepish because he’d gotten so overwhelmed by eating you out that he’d climaxed without ever laying a hand on himself.
God. He looked so beautifully, ridiculously wrecked. The sight warmed something far deeper than the lingering heat still humming through your body. It wasn’t just thrilling anymore. It was strangely tender. The vulnerability on his face, the utter lack of embarrassment in admitting exactly what had happened, and the boyish disbelief written all over his expression made your chest tighten with unexpected affection.
Your laughter gradually softened into warm, lingering smiles as your eyes met across the small distance between you. The room still carried the scent of sweat, wine, grilled meat, and the undeniable aftermath of everything the two of you had just shared, while the music continued playing quietly in the background as though nothing extraordinary had happened at all. Yet everything felt different. The teasing. The flirting. The walls you’d spent so long hiding behind. Somewhere between your laughter and his honest confession, they had quietly fallen away.
And as you looked at the gorgeous, exhausted man kneeling between your legs with swollen lips, flushed cheeks, and eyes still shining every time they found yours, one thought settled comfortably into your heart: Tomorrow’s date suddenly didn’t feel like nearly enough.
୨୧ — Valko was sprawled on his stomach, one arm dangling off the edge of the bed, hair an absolute disaster, ears twitching occasionally at sounds only he could hear. His tail had escaped the covers sometime in the night and lay flopped over your legs like a furry anchor.
It wagged once. Twice. Even in sleep, some part of him always knew you were there.
You'd been awake for an hour already- crept out at an ungodly time to execute your master plan, then slipped back in to wait. The apartment smelled like vanilla and sugar and slightly burnt frosting (you'd scraped off the evidence), and the living room was housing a mountain of wrapped presents you'd been secretly hoarding for weeks.
His nose twitched.
There it is.
You watched his brow furrow, still mostly asleep, processing the unusual scent data. His tail started wagging faster. Then his ears perked up- one, then the other, swiveling toward the bedroom door like little radar dishes.
“Mmrph” A grumble. His arm reached out blindly, patting the mattress until he found your thigh and latched on, “Why's it smell like... cake?”
“Good morning to you too.”
One golden eye cracked open. Then the other. He squinted at you suspiciously, clearly not trusting his own senses this early, “‘S not my birthday.”
“It literally is.”
He buried his face back into the pillow, “Birthdays are for people who age. I refuse. I'm eternal.”
You snorted and scratched behind one ear. His whole body went boneless, a low rumble building in his chest.
Cheater, he thought hazily. Using the ears against me.
“Made you a cake,” you said in the sweetest fucking voice.
His head lifted. Both ears now at full attention, pointed directly at you with laser focus.
“…What kind?”
“Chocolate. Three layers. Homemade buttercream… There may also be irresponsible amounts of presents. That leather jacket you've been staring at for six months? Those limited edition headphones that sold out in three minutes?" You grinned. "Oh, and I contacted that artist you like for a custom commission- it won't be ready for weeks so you're getting an IOU with a badly drawn wolf on it. Don't judge my art skills."
His tail was going insane now- hard enough to shake the bed. But his face was doing that thing where he tried to look cool and unaffected and was failing spectacularly.
She remembered, he thought, something warm and overwhelming expanding in his chest. Every stupid little thing I mentioned once. She was listening. She planned this. For me.
You didn't get to finish the sentence.
Valko moved fast and suddenly you were pinned beneath him, his weight pressing you into the mattress, his face inches from yours.
“You,” he said roughly, “are so annoying.”
“Rude. I made you cake-“
“The most annoying person I've ever met.” He kissed your forehead. “Insufferable even.” Your nose. “Absolutely unbearable.” The corner of your mouth.
You cupped his face in both hands.
“Happy birthday, my little wolfie.”
He made a small, undignified sound. His tail drooped. His ears flattened.
And then he buried his face in your neck, arms wrapping around you tight enough to squeeze the air from your lungs, and just... stayed there. Breathing you in.
You held him tighter, scratching at the base of his ears as his whole body melted against yours.
His tail started wagging again- slower, softer.
Best day, he thought. Best person. Gonna marry her.
“So,” you finally said, breaking the silence, “wanna see your presents? Orrrr is it still too early?”
He bit your shoulder. Not hard. Just enough to make you yelp.
“Five more minutes.” He lifted his head, flashing that sharp grin- still slightly watery but getting cockier, “Then presents. Then cake. Then I'm gonna show you exactly how grateful I am. Repeatedly.”
“...It's eight AM.”
“And? I've got all day. You gave me three layers. That's at least three rounds.”
“That math doesn't-“
He dropped back down, pressing a kiss to your pulse point, “My birthday. My math.”
warnings. Valko x fem!reader, reader is slightly depressed, fluff, crack, contains smut, mentions of knotting, creampie, whiney valko, 4.7k words. kinda proofread.
notes. fuck it we ball. (pls bear with me i haven't written in months, it feels rushed and i just wanted to get it off my chest. i love my bby val to death). lmk if yall want more!
“I'm sorry.”
“we can't.”
The words echoed in Valko’s head like a ringtone as he ran through the woods, head a mess, and an urge to just rip everything that comes his way.
“I wish you the best.” he wished he never uttered those words before turning around and foolishly hoping–praying you would stop him from leaving.
But you don't–
“Valkoooo,” your loud purposefully screeching voice reached his ears, abruptly awakening him from that nightmare.
Your eyebrows raised as he sat up almost too fast, a hand coming up to run his fingers through his hair.
“Bad dream?”
He groans, “the worst.”
“figured. You were whimpering and moving around too much in your sleep.”
“huh…” Valko mumbled incoherent words under his breath before meeting your eyes sharply, “wait, are you messing with me–” when he meets your almost smirking face, his face deadpans before grabbing the nearest pillow and throwing it at your face.
The soft pillow lands on your lap, and before you could retort back, Valko is already on his feet.
“Wait! I've got a peace offering,” you scramble out of the bed to catch up with him. “made pancakes. Only the best of course, with chocolate syrup and all that.” you hum with your hands behind your back and valko’s ears perk up.
He slowly turns to you, and you can sense an evil within coming from him. “i know.”
“...you know?”
“it's the sixth sense.” he brags while tapping on his nose.
Your shoulders slump, “what are you on? There are only five—oh you little!” you dash when he starts running to the kitchen, and you silently pray he doesn't down the breakfast you were supposed to share.
— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —
You supposedly invited your friend over for a sleepover, for a day or two. And after asking him for a little support to cheer you up, he barged in within the next hour.
Thank goodness it's day two of the sleepover. Might be harsh considering you want him to stay forever— (forever is a little much).
But the house was a mess. Random reddish hair was sticking to your sofa and cushions, and half decorations were mysteriously knocked over (he fixed them right away.)
And the shoes.
Your eye twitched as you eye your beloved friend making himself home with his shoes on your clean sofa.
“Uh oh.” valko raises both hands, like he was surrendering to something he didn't even know what. “What i do this time?” he tilts his head, an annoying pout instantly plasters his face.
You take a deep breath, “the shoes, Mr. Wolf.”
“aye aye, captain.” he takes off the shoes before tossing them towards your front door.
“better?”
“much.”
“Gonna tell me what's on your mind now?”
“...”
Your silence doesn't make things better, something has been bothering you, and he knows it. He just has been unsuccessful trying to get it out of you.
You don't know how he's suddenly looming over you, arms wrapped tightly around you to gently sway you side to side, “It's okay,” he whispers with reassurance, fingers cards through your hair, and followed by a tiny affectionate kiss on your head.
“Is it?” you question, expression turning bitter, and he only takes you in tighter. “Okay, that's enough,” your muffled words vibrate against his chest.
“shh, it's okay,” he presses his cheek above your head while continuing to pat your back as if soothing a wounded child.
“No, I can't breathe—” you slap his back and his amber eyes widen before he grabs your shoulders to pull you back, and you take a dramatic breath of air.
“sorry…” his ears flatten as he checks on you, thumb running through your pulse point, and… Up your jaw. You clear your throat.
“Shall we go for a walk?”
Your silly guy’s ears perk right up.
— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —
A walk, you said. Are you sure the part where you pet random dogs in the middle of your walk; part of the plan?
“You're such a cutie, ooh good boy.” you coo at the huge labrador dog that's laying on the ground in front of you, tongue out with almost a smile spreading on its face as you continue scratching and petting his belly.
You thought the sudden whimpering sounds were coming from this cutie pie, and when you stop petting him, you turn around.
Valko stands perfectly still, staring at you. You both blink at each other before you resume the scratches for the labrador.
The sounds return.
You turn.
You pet again.
You turn–
“valko.”
“...what?” he asks innocently before pushing his face closer to yours, the amber puppy eyes were definitely shining bright.
“Can we leave?” he asked begrudgingly. A hand already snaking around your waist, ready to guide you away from this stink before you could protest.
Valko turns his head at the dog, giving him a low growl, and earning him an aggressive bark in return.
“down boy.” you say jokingly, but to your surprise, he lowers his head enough to meet your face, “yes, ma'am.” his stupid grin that's enough to show his sharp canines.
That stupid smile that makes you giggle internally before you lock the fuck in.
“… anyway, let’s get back. It’s getting cloudy.”
— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —
“Oh, Rapunzel, let down your hair!” you hear the idiot sing-song for the nth time while tiny rocks continue meeting the glass of your window like it was a meteor shower.
You tried shutting yourself away by listening to some music, and just when your headphones say ‘low battery, please charge.’, you reach your limit.
You roll out of your bed to slide your window open, just to deadpan right at valko, who has a full blown out grin.
“Got your faves!” he yells out, a hand next to his mouth while he waves a bag of snacks in his other hand.
He cares a lot. Cares too much that it makes you… Scared? It's not an act, you're sure of it. (are you?)
“front door’s open.” you point down and he yells ‘yes!’ before skipping inside like a kid who just got the green light.
You make your way to the front door before realizing, ugh, you didn't fix yourself before he comes in.
At least the house looks decent enough.
Valko bursts inside while chewing on the bar of freshly opened chocolate, hood on, and shoes off this time.
He swallows the bit of sweet before speaking, “hey, talk to me. What's wrong?”
Valko wraps an arm around your shoulder, guiding you to the couch, leaving no room to protest.
He opens a bag of your favorite chips, hand feeds you one chip for some energy then gives you the time to talk.
“... Had a bad dream.” you mumbled while chewing on the crunchy chip, your finger tracing invisible shapes on your thigh.
“Mhm?” he throws another chip in his mouth while listening in.
“and you died in that dream, and it was all because of me.” you cover your face in almost embarrassment. He hates you now, you're sure of it, his whole pack will think this is some sort of bad omen and–
“pfffttt—”
You hear a muffled laugh.
And you part two of your fingers to confirm what you actually think he is doing, enough for your eye to peek at his expression.
Is he serious right now? He's laughing and you're upset, he's laughing and you're—
“oh, c'monnn,” he elbows you lightly before comfortably resting his head on your lap. Oh this sly wolf!
“and you decided to ignore me becauseeee?”
“Didn't feel like it.”
“That's not an answer! I'm hurt. Prince charming here needs all the attention from his favorite princess,”
You then pinch at his nose which makes him contort into a playful grimace, his eyes squeezed shut, “ow, ow! Okay!”
He grabs your wrist then without hesitation, he bites on the side of your hand like it was a toy he just caught.
You gasp, lightly smacking his hand from his silly antics, “bad!” the minute the words leave your lips, you instantly regret it from the way his lips pursed in an exaggerated pout that looked utterly ridiculous on such a massive man, a whine followed afterwards.
“i didn't mean that,” you sigh heavily, leaning back against the couch like you just fought a stubborn bug. Though, Valko doesn't stop with his clinginess, and presses his face to your stomach.
You give in too easily, brushing the red strands of his hair to calm both of you down.
Wait, was this normal between friends? Surely not… you were… AlAlways like this. Comfortable.
“i just heard your stomach growl.”
“oh, you—!”
— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —
You feel delusional, does he actually… like you?
No, no. That’s impossible, you refuse to believe it. (Even though your friends said otherwise and the signs are clear as the sky.)
But valko is like that with everyone, you argue with yourself. Or to his family at least. You have yet to see him with his other friends.
You’re best friends, juuust best friends, you’re just close. Close…. Enough for his mood to change 360 when you come over to his house.
“Uhh, hi?” You look up at him from your bending position of taking your shoes off, and his expression changes again, “heyyy, so can we do something?”
You chuckle, “sure.”
“Let’s burn your jacket.” He smiles stiffly through his teeth, and your eyes squint suspiciously at him. He’s having one of those episodes again…
You clear your throat with much exaggeration, “why, oh why, is one requesting something so absurd?” Your arms are crossed while you circle around him dramatically.
“It stinks.”
“Why excuse me?”
Valko frowns. A literal upside down smiley face.
Now you’re scared. What if you actually do smell a little bad? What’s worse is that you’ve been hanging out with your friends all day.
You lift one arm, a slow tilt of your head to take a hesitant whiff off your pits.
… nothing.
In a one fluid motion, faster than you can ever register it, Valko scoops you up bridal-style against his chest.
“where?” You demand.
“Bathroom.” He answers casually.
This time, it was your turn to frown, “Val, do I actually stink?”
He stops halfway into the bathroom to plop you down on the sink. “Nope.” He hums while sliding your jacket off, and tossing it right to the laundry basket. You didn't fight him off, you just wanted to know what was bothering him.
“Explain.” You look up at him, his hands set on either side of the sink so he could inch himself closer, “you wear other people's scent sometimes.”
“Does it matter?”
“Does my answer matter?”
This back and forth was killing you because Valko sounded incredibly jealous. Something inside you tells you to brush it off and think of it as a sign that he cares about you.
But he isn’t just acting as your friend now, he was testing the waters of crossing that invisible line.
Your eyes avoid him completely, you’re perhaps too afraid to ask, too nervous, but he waits patiently.
“Are you jealous?” The question makes your heart beat faster, and you wonder if his hearing is strong enough for him to pick up the fast thump thump thump.
You already know valko has no sense of personal space when it comes to you, (and his friends too, perhaps? You think?). So you’re not surprised when he nuzzles his cheek into your shoulder like a wounded puppy caught in his act.
“... Yes.” a quiet confession, you notice the way his hands grip the side of the sink until veins show.
“Valko,” you gently chide, a hand on his chest to push him off a tiny bit. “Listen, i–”
“I'm sorry.” he sputters out, his head lowered, and there's when you notice the slight panic.
“No, no, no I'm the problem.” your hands cup his warm cheeks, lifting his face up enough to meet those amber yellow eyes that you loved.
“It's me. I'm a mess. And if you really do feel what I think you're feeling for me–no, scratch that. I don't deserve this, matter of fact, I don't deserve to be really called your best friend—”
Your ramblings die down when the gentlest swipe of his thumb meets your eyelid, almost as if wiping an invisible tear.
“enough,” he whispers, “I won't allow the very person I love to hate themselves.”
You blink, and Valko feels your eyelashes flutter with each brush of his thumb, his tail seems to have another opinion, taking it a mile further by ever slowly wrapping itself around your leg.
You tense from the sudden contact, and he immediately tries retracting it. “... Sorry, it has a mind of its own.”
‘not now—’ you hear him whisper in frustration while smacking his tail away.
And meanwhile, your brain is still stuck when he utters those words… ‘the person he loves’ the person… love… you…
Huh?
“Val,” your hands are on his shoulders, and he tenses up, the nickname enough to make his head snap back to you as if a dog reacting to his favorite word.
“you… love me?”
Those yellow orbs meet yours, “certainly.”
“as in…?” your eyes narrow.
“anything you want it to be.”
Woah. You've heard words like those… Coming from your friends' stories, but now this is just making your hands all clammy.
Valko steps back a tiny bit like it hurts him, the mood suddenly changing. “... I think it's best if you go home.”
— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —
It's been three days since you've seen Valko. Since he's texted you even. Was spamming his phone too much? He's basically leaving you on delivered.
Around this time every six months or so, Valko goes on a “family” trip, he does text you whenever he gets the chance. But something tells you he isn't on some trip right now.
“oh, girl. It's best not to visit him now. He's… upset? Frustrated.” you called his cousin just to make sure he wasn't on a trip, and that confirmed your suspicions.
You ignore her advice, and immediately reach for your jacket and keys.
(Spoiler: honey, a big mistake…)
It's a full moon, you note. taking in the beautiful sky while already in a taxi on your way to his apartment. You just wanted to calm your racing heart, what if he's ignoring you because he thought you rejected him? And he told his entire family? You wanted to tell him everything. Your worries, your feelings, and to reassure this perfect silly wolf.
You knock on his door twice, pressing your ear against his door. Nothing.
“Valko?” you knock again, a bit harsher this time. Was he already asleep? He usually stays up late.
After impatiently waiting a few minutes, you take the spare key he has granted you, a ‘just in case’ key. “sorry to barge in…” you muttered to yourself while twisting the door open.
It felt like a horror movie. Why were all the lights off?
You move straight to his room, peeking through the already creaked open door.
You almost want to sigh in relief when you see his still figure on the bed, thinking he was asleep–
Wait a minute.
You squint your eyes to focus, (creepy), just to realize he was panting quietly like he was… Sick? Having a fever? Hold on… Why does he have one of your missing shirts pressed into his face..?!
Before you could think or even breathe, Valko's head snapped up. Ears up like he sensed something dangerous, and his pupils turning into slits, a sight you've never seen before. Like he was a predator instead of someone you recognized.
A step back was taken without thinking, and you don’t even register how he’s jumped from the bed to grab you inside and shut the door.
“Don’t go—“ his arms are caging your entire figure against, nose pressing into your neck and shoulder like he was going to go crazy if he doesn’t take you in.
“I mean, why are you here?” The tone comes out whiny, ears flattened as he mentally fights the inner voices. To claim, to mate, to mark.
“Valko!” your voice snaps him back to reality, “you have a fever! You're sick and you didn't think to tell me??” oh no, you sound angry. He doesn’t want that. Not now.
“your scent is making me dizzy, princess.” that stupid petname comes in again, but you try to not fucking giggle when you think your friend is here suffering. “What are you talking about? This is no time for jokes.” you press the back of your hand to his forehead, all the way to his neck. Goodness, his entire body is burning.
“Gosh, I wish I had explained this to you before.” he sounds parched, eyes unfocused as they meet yours again.
“... Is it a wolf thing?”
He nods, fingers brushing strands of your hair, to admire your face even better.
“I'm going through a rut.”
Okay. Okay. Calm down. You've read about those in books. Although you don't know the symptoms, you know that they need to mate, yes, mate–
The imaginary light bulb above your head breaks before you slowly look back up at the almost drooling beast. You chuckle nervously.
“So you need a mate–”
He presses his lips close to your ear to whisper, “i need to fuck. Now. With my mate.”
Your heart drops to your pus–feet. Surely he's not referring to you as his mate? (the doubt creeps in again.)
“Oh gosh, I'm so sorry.” Valko physically rips himself away from your body to circle around the room in frustration, it doesn't really help when your scent is attacking his too sensitive nose.
How can he even explain now that it's also a wolf thing that you're his mate? Great, now he's scaring you even more.
Or so he thought.
“Why didn't you tell me?”
“i was terrified. Terrified that if I told you, the friendship we built through years of laughter, the quiet moments would be swallowed up by the beast.”
“Val,”
“Yeah?” he's back to invading your personal space with just one word, like he was a puppy at your command.
“I'm not afraid of you.”
The crickets are too loud outside.
“... I mean, I like you—want you, too. I want to cross that invisible line.”
The bed creaks are about to be even louder.
— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —
Your leather jacket is off in seconds. So is his shirt.
Your first kiss was hesitant at first, soft and questioning, at least Valko was sane enough to take it slow at first. Such an angel you are to help him.
His lips felt warm, and slightly dry from dehydration caused by his ‘fever’.
Valko breathes your name against your lips between kisses, each one growing slightly less hesitant as you don't push him away. His hands slide back into your hair to keep you from potentially running away.
His nose brushes yours as he angles for a better fit, the kiss deepening naturally despite his lack of experience with this affection between the two of you.
He tastes faintly like chocolate and something uniquely him. Warm, the forest, and slightly salty from fever sweat.
Valko makes a soft, pleased sound in the back of his throat when you grip on his skin, like an eager puppy finally getting petted. His kissing improves rapidly now that he's encouraged; lips parting slightly to deepen the kiss more confidently.
One hand slides down to support your lower back while the other stays tangled gently in your hair, massaging lightly at your scalp without thinking. He is in heaven.
Since when did you reach his bed?
“I-it must be painful going through it,” your breaths come in quick breaths when those same warm lips meet your jaw into another round of featherlight kisses, his other hand busy with trying to get in contact with the skin underneath your shirt.
“It hurts, a lot.”
“Where? Do I need to do something?”
“my dick.”
Oh…
He laughs into your skin while nuzzling his nose against your neck, your face now as hot as the rest of his body.
You cover his mouth using the palm of your hand, but a swipe of his tongue against your palm makes you retract it quickly.
“You're such a dog.”
“woof?”
At this rate, everything he is doing or saying is making your heart race tenfolds, are you going crazy?
“If you could just read what's going through my head… And the things I want to do. You'd hate me forever.”
“There's nothing you can do that will make me hate you.”
Bullshit, he wants to voice out. But his voice quickly dies when he realizes you weren't wearing a bra underneath your white shirt.
He swallows at the sight of your pebbling nipples peeking through your shirt, “I'm… at my limit.” he growls before lifting your arms up to get rid of any barrier that's stopping him from pressing his face in between your tits.
Your scent is everywhere. Just how he likes it, on his sheets, his skin, and soon, your scent will be covered with his.
Valko laps at one of your nipples, how can your skin taste so sweet?, and you immediately melt at the stimulation that's causing you to clench your thighs together, a hesitant moan leaves your parting lips.
“Come here,” he guides you on his lap as he gets handsy down your ass to part both of your thighs apart. He's hard. Painfully so. Can you even take it?
Both pants are off in the next few desperate kisses of tongue and teeth, and valko wastes no time dragging a finger along your clothed slit to make sure you were enjoying this as much as he was, just to find that you were embarrassingly soaked.
Your brain is too foggy to even register the rip of your panties, flimsy fabric tossed to the side. His breaths are only getting heavier mixed with low growls as he pushes in two fingers at once without warning.
“Mmnh–!” you slightly jump from his lap as he starts pumping and massaging your slick walls with consideration to go slow at first, you do nothing but take it. Face pressed onto his shoulder while you grind your hips into his fingers, his palm pressing firmly at your clit to drive you to your first orgasm.
Your poor beloved has lost it, eyes unfocused as he starts drilling his fingers faster into your soaked cunt while curling his digits in that perfect spot to make you see stars. Your toes curl as you ready yourself for the upcoming release, “grind yourself into my palm—yeah just like that good girl.” you didn't need to be told twice to bounce on his fingers like a cat in heat, chasing your high so fast it makes your ears ring when that knot in your abdomen finally breaks loose.
Valko wishes he can give you time to recover, but he will cum in his pants if he doesn't have you in the next two minutes.
He presses you into the harshest position, legs pressed into chest completely until your knees are nearing the sides of your head. You mewl and scratch at his back, silently begging at this point for him to take you. You can tell he's still hesitant about it all, even as he teases his cock to slide along your slit, still refusing to just push in.
“Val,” you whisper breathlessly into his dimly lit room, a hand cradles his cheek as another buzzing whimper vibrates your palm. “My precious, don't say my name like that unless you want me to fuck you until the sun rises.” the tone is too innocent compared to the words… Your lips form an invisible zipper anyway.
A gasp is too quick to leave your lips when the fat tip finally meets home, stretching your pussy open to accommodate the monstrous girth and length of it.
Your back arches as you shake your head from side to side, “F-fuck you,” you pant and cry out, and the bastards fangs show with his tail thumping and swaying wildly in return.
“Already on it,” he pushes the last of his length before you're met with the enlarged base of his cock that immediately makes you freeze. “... What's happening?”
Valko huffs, “My knot. Don't worry, I won't do anything you don't like.” he reassures with a wet kiss on your forehead, but it doesn't calm your throbbing cunt or racing heart.
One thing you should've realized when having sex with Valko for the first time is that he would be loud. Whining. Snarling. Whimpering. Moaning. He wants you to know that he is enjoying it, and you are loving every second of it despite your reddening ears.
“d-don’t go,” his thrusts are erratic and inconsistent, as if he was rutting in rather than properly thrusting in and out.
His grip underneath your thighs are accidentally too harsh, like he was preventing you from pulling away, like he was making sure your bodies are locked.
“I'm not going anywhere.” you gently pull his face up from your chest, the spot a drooling mess but you choose to ignore it for now. “easy, easy. Take your time.” you mutter softly before taking one of his hands to interlock your fingers. His panicked expression quickly dies down as he presses his forehead against yours.
This pouty wolf.
He thrusts in again, testing how the swelled base of his cock tries making its way in. “y-you gonna come?” you attempt to ask with a broken moan, eyes rolled back when he angles his hips to perfectly press the head along that spongy spot inside.
“Can't–can't–i want to mark you, to knot you until—” he bites on his lower lip enough for it to almost bleed, but you press your thumb against his lips to stop him from potentially hurting himself.
“will you give you whatever you want, okay?” you assured, his tail wags even more in response. “only if you stay a good boy, don't think too much, don't hurt yourself.”
Valko’s eyes turn into big boba eyes. “your… your good boy, yesyesyes, please,” his pleas don't fall on deaf eyes as your lips meet in another dance of affection, spit, and moans.
The slaps of skin against skin only gets louder, and so does the rhythm of his hips thrusting in and out of you, his balls meeting your ass in lewd loud smacks.
Then it comes in without a warning, his cum fills you up so much that you swear it fills your whole womb and spills out. Dripping down the sheets, and making a mess along your inner thighs.
Valko doesn't stop rutting his hips into you, slowly this time, and you're confused if he's lost in the feeling or–
There it was.
“Oh my fuck—!” you nearly scream, nails digging into his back as his knot finally pops inside, it drives you to your next orgasm as your cunt spasms and milks his entire cock for all its worth.
“Nonono, I'm sorry, does it hurt?” those stupid innocent eyes locked at your face study your pained expression, his hands cradling your face to litter soft kisses all over.
He stops moving all together, giving you a moment to breathe because you definitely feel KO’ed.
You slowly blink to clear your blinding vision, only to be met with a rather concerned Valko.
“you idiot.”
“i know, i know!”
“i can't even describe it. I'm… I'm filled!”
“i will eat it out of you. We smell good together–”
“Valko!”
— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —
The red head doesn't stop blaming himself all morning, even after taking a shower together (an innocent shower, that is.)
“i should've told you and stopped playing that guessing game between us,” Valko continues rambling on while you open the small bottle of birth control pills, and just as you were about to take one in, you hear a loud smack coming from your left.
You head snaps with wide eyes before squinting at the red handprint on his cheek, did he just slap himself?
“carry on.” he waves it off, turns around, and shuts the door to give you privacy inside.
While his inner voice definitely wanted it to take last night, he wants to make sure he enjoys every moment with you before taking that next step.
Continuous Series (Chapter 1) Parts 9-12 | Divider Credit
The bedroom was a sanctuary of deep shadows and soft textures, illuminated only by the intermittent, cool flashes of lightning from the storm outside. I carried you in, your weight a familiar, grounding comfort against my chest, and lowered you gently onto the expansive mattress.
I didn't immediately follow. Instead, I stood at the edge of the bed and shed the last remnants of my corporate life. I unbuttoned my shirt completely, letting it drop to the floor, followed by my watch and belt. Free from the constraints of the tailored clothes, my shoulders expanded, and my tail gave a long, fluid sweep through the cool air, completely unburdened.
I crawled onto the bed, a massive, dark silhouette shifting over you. The mattress dipped under my weight as I settled between your legs, resting my forearms on either side of your head. In the dim light, my golden eyes caught yours, burning with an intensity I no longer had to hide.
"You look beautiful like this," I rumbled, my voice thick and low, vibrating in the quiet room. "In the dark. Away from the rest of the world."
You reached up, your fingers tracing the sharp, masculine lines of my jaw before sliding into my burgundy hair, gently cupping the base of one of my wolf ears. I leaned into the touch, a massive, involuntary purr starting deep in my chest. My ears flattened happily against your palms, and my tail began a slow, rhythmic thumping against the heavy duvet.
"You're a menace in the boardroom, Valko," you whispered, a teasing smile playing on your lips. "But you're just a big wrap-around blanket in here."
"Only for you," I growled softly, the sound entirely affectionate. "The rest of the world gets the iron. You get everything else."
I lowered myself completely, letting my heavy, muscular frame rest over yours, careful to distribute my weight so I wouldn't crush you. I tucked my head into the crook of your neck, wrapping my arms tight around your waist. My tail looped over our legs, binding us together under the heavy blankets.
Outside, a violent crack of thunder shook the glass, but inside the circle of my arms, the world was perfectly still. I closed my eyes, completely surrendered to the steady, comforting rhythm of your heartbeat, finally at peace.
Part 10
The storm outside reached its peak, rain drumming a chaotic rhythm against the glass, but inside the sheets, the world had shrunk to just the space between us.
I shifted slightly, letting my weight settle completely into the mattress beside you, though I didn't break our connection. I rolled onto my side, pulling you with me until you were tucked securely against my chest. My large hand rested flat against your lower back, the heat of my palm seeping through your clothes, while my tail looped loosely around your calves, a heavy, warm barrier keeping the rest of the universe out.
"You're remarkably quiet tonight," you murmured, your voice soft and heavy with sleep as you traced a slow circle over my collarbone.
"Just thinking," I rumbled, the vibration deep and resonant in the dark room.
"About EonCore?"
"No," I said instantly, leaning down to press a firm kiss to the crown of your head. My wolf ears twitched as another flash of lightning illuminated the room, casting long shadows across the walls. "About how easily I could just stay right here tomorrow. Let the markets do what they want. Let the board scramble."
You let out a soft, sleepy chuckle, your head moving against my chest as you looked up at me. "The great Chairman Valko, playing hooky? Your stakeholders would have a collective heart attack."
"Let them," I growled softly, though a fond, lazy smile touched my lips. "They think they own my time because they pay for it. They don't understand that the only thing keeping me civilized out there is knowing I get to come back to this."
I tangled my fingers in yours, squeezing gently. The wild, restless instinct that usually demanded I remain on high alert, the predator's edge that made me a titan in the business world, was completely dormant. Under your touch, the beast wasn't suppressed; it was entirely fulfilled.
"Sleep, Valko," you whispered, your eyes closing as your breathing began to slow, syncing perfectly with mine. "I've got you."
"Yeah," I breathed, closing my golden eyes as the tension finally left my jaw. "You do."
With your scent filling my lungs and your heartbeat steady against my ribs, the storm outside didn't matter. The concrete jungle could wait. For tonight, the alpha was exactly where he belonged, safe, surrendered, and completely at peace in your arms.
Part 11
The first light of dawn broke through the scattered storm clouds, casting a pale gray glow across the bedroom. The rain had stopped, leaving behind a crisp, quiet stillness. I woke up exactly like I always did, all at once, my senses immediately snapping to full awareness.
But I didn’t move.
You were still fast asleep, curled tightly against my side. One of your hands was loosely clutching the fabric of my gray t shirt, and your breathing was slow and shallow. My tail, which had stayed wrapped around your legs all night, gave a tiny, careful twitch so as not to wake you. My wolf ears pricked forward, listening to the quiet house, then relaxed, pinning back softly against my burgundy hair as I looked down at you.
The morning ritual from yesterday, the explosive push ups, the heavy liquid silver Metallization, the cold efficiency, felt miles away. Right now, looking at the soft rise and fall of your shoulders, the corporate titan felt incredibly distant.
Carefully, easing my massive frame out from under the blankets with a predator's fluid silence, I slid out of bed. I tucked the duvet securely around your shoulders, leaning down to press a feather light kiss to your cheek. You let out a tiny, contented murmur but didn't wake.
Padded on bare feet, I walked into the kitchen. The air was cool, carrying the scent of the washed city outside. I started the espresso machine, the low hum the only sound in the penthouse. While it brewed, I cracked open the laptop sitting on the kitchen island.
An influx of emails from the EonCore board was already waiting. Hunt: Urgent clarification on the Q3 rollout. Legal: Stakeholder buy out contracts prepared.
I stared at the screen, my golden eyes cold and analytical. Yesterday, I was ready to tear through them. Today, looking back toward the dark hallway leading to our bedroom, my priorities were entirely different. I typed out a single, curt response to my assistant.
Push the morning briefings to 11:00. I'll be late.
I shut the laptop with a soft click. The concrete jungle could wait an extra two hours. I poured two cups of coffee, the rich aroma filling the kitchen, and picked up a tray to start breakfast.
The beast was fed, the empire was secured, and this morning, the Chairman was staying right where he belonged.
Part 12
The kitchen was filled with the rich, savory aroma of thick cut bacon and toasted brioche. I moved around the island with practiced, silent efficiency, keeping my ears swiveled toward the bedroom to catch the exact moment your breathing shifted from deep sleep to waking consciousness.
When the telltale rustle of the duvet finally echoed down the hall, I picked up the wooden breakfast tray. Two mugs of steaming coffee, perfectly poached eggs, and fresh fruit.
I nudged the bedroom door open with my shoulder. You were sitting up, blinking against the soft morning light, your hair a beautifully messy halo. The sight of it instantly brought a low, warm purr to my throat.
"You're late for work, Chairman," you noted, a sleepy, teasing smile tugging at your lips as I set the tray across your lap.
"I rescheduled," I said, climbing back onto the mattress beside you. I didn't care about the tailored trousers I’d have to iron later; I just wanted to be near you. My tail swept lazily across the sheets, its heavy weight settling over your ankles. "The board can survive without me for two hours. I decided my presence was required here."
You laughed softly, taking a sip of your coffee before leaning your head against my bared shoulder. I wrapped an arm around you, pulling you into my side, completely unbothered by the ticking clock or the notifications I knew were multiplying on my phone.
We ate in a slow, easy silence, watching the city below wake up through the clean, rain washed windows. The towering skyscrapers of downtown glinted in the early sun, a sprawling reminder of the empire I ran. But looking at it now, wrapped in the warmth of our bed with your heartbeat steady against my ribs, it just felt like background noise.
By 10:15, I finally had to pull myself away. I stood in front of the full length mirror, buttoning up a crisp white shirt and fastening my watch. The wolf ears pinned back, the tail slid through the hidden slit of my suit pants, and the easy, relaxed smile vanished, replaced by the sharp, unyielding mask of EonCore’s Chairman.
I walked back to the bed, leaning down to capture your lips in a deep, possessive kiss that left us both breathless.
"I'll be back by six," I murmured against your mouth, my golden eyes flashing with absolute devotion. "Don't miss me too much."
"No promises," you whispered.
With one final, lingering touch, I turned and walked out the door. The concrete jungle was waiting, and its apex predator was finally ready to hunt.
Chapter 2 will be next.
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