šØ LINKON CITY ALERT: The Wolf Man Returns! šØ
Heās back! And heās here to claim you as his mate! But youāre not gonna go down without a fightāand this time, youāre ready. But itās hard to focus when your body completely betrays you, screaming for the exact predator you're trying to hunt...
MDNI (long, 3K) First post here
A week passes, and your mind still clings to the window frame and the stained floor from that night. You scrub the apartment from top to bottom, forcing the bristles of the brush against the wood until your knuckles turn white. Itās spotlessāhas been for days. But in your head, that single patch of the loft remains the dirtiest, most compromised spot in your entire home. Youāve had seven days to steel your mind, yet the lingering thought of him still haunts your insides.
As much as Caleb cares, your brother canāt stay with you all the time. His duties as the fleetās Colonel keep him tethered to Skyhaven. He can only drop by every few days, offering a brief, comforting presence before he slips out before dawn to report back to HQ.
Left alone, you carry your Association-issued Hunterās gun clipped to your waist at all times. It stays there while you cook, while you clean, and even when you twist uncomfortably in your sleep. You keep remembering the promise he growled that nightāthat heād come back.
And this time, you tell yourself, youād finally be able to shoot him down.
The drone of the news anchor in the background only feeds your agitation. Such a striking, massive man with distinct wolf earsāhow hard could it be to find one in the streets of Linkon?
You grit your teeth, pushing the brush down with a harsh, scraping sound. "That fuckerā¦"
If you thought heād only come during the nightāyouāre totally wrong. Once again, the unlocked latch has made it effortless for him to slide inside.
Your focus narrows instantly. You spin on your heel, eyes locking onto him. The ears and tail are goneārendering him entirely human to the naked eye. For a split second, you wonder if last week was just some fever dream. But your instincts react before your brain does. Your fingers fly to your waist, unholstering the weapon and leveling the muzzle directly between his eyes.
Valko freezes, his gaze widening slightly as he stares down the barrel.
"A gun? Hahā" The cocky remark dies in his throat. His head hangs low for a second, his arms crossing over his chest as a sudden tremor runs through his massive frame.
But what breaks the silence isnāt a plea for mercy. Itās a low, vibrating, sarcastic laugh that rumbles from deep within his chest.
You stiffen, your finger tightening on the trigger. Is his Evol mimicking Sylusās regeneration? The kind of energy that simply stitches wounds back together the moment theyāre torn open, rendering injury completely meaningless? Is that why he doesnāt care?
"Go ahead." His head snaps back up, his eyes sharp and taunting beneath his messy hair. A wide, arrogant smirk stretches across his lips as he takes a deliberate step forward. You immediately match his movement, taking a cautious step back. "Shoot."
Your index finger pulls back hard. The trigger clicks, but the sound of it signals something forebodingāthe firing pin delivers nothing but a hollow thud. Damnit. To get a mechanical jam at the worst possible momentā
"It isnāt jammed, you know," he murmurs, his tone dripping with amusement as if he can read your mind.
Before you know it, heās already inches from you, his scent hitting you immediatelyāwarm like open sunshine, but thick and heavy with something primal that you refuse to acknowledge. It causes your lower abdomen to tighten into a hard, aching knot, a sudden physical betrayal you canāt blame on mere ovulation.
"Hey, I came back just like I said I would." He takes a sharp, deep breath, inhaling the air right off your skin. You try to scramble backward, but the solid wall hits your shoulder blades. In a flash, his palms slam against the surface on either side of your head, trapping you completely within his shadow. "And you smell incredible today. Are you in heat?"
Your head jerks up to snap at him, but you canāt exactly see him when the movement only gives him the perfect angle. Valko steals the words right out of your mouth, crushing his lips against yours in a bruising, feral kiss that tastes like copper and his intoxicating scent.
"Fuck," he growls against your mouth, his breath hitching as he pulls back just an inch. "Youāre driving me out of my goddamn mind. Do you want to get knotted right here? Tone down that scent."
Apparently, he smells something from you too. Your face burns scarletāDo I smell? You donāt even realize his canine ears have snapped back into existence until you feel his tail brushing, swishing roughly against your bare leg in sheer excitement.
"Come on, donāt lie. Last time was incredible." His sharp teeth graze along your jawline, and you can see the dark veins beginning to map across his neck as he drinks in the scent of your pulse point. "The markās still here. Good."
But as a hunter, you donāt survive by relying on a single weapon. You always have a contingency planātactical gear and items that aid your mission by miles, the very reason youāre one of the top hunters in the Association. While his head is buried in your neck, your fingers blindly trace the edge of the nearby console table, sliding into the open drawer.
The sharp, metallic rattle of chains makes his ears twitch, but you don't give him the chance to prep his stance.
With a practiced, violent twist, you snap the heavy steel tactical collar you normally use on anomaly wanderers around his neck. The lock clicks into place, the heavy chain securing him to your hand. Using the momentum of the wall behind you, you drive your foot straight into his sternum, kicking his legs out from under him.
Valko hits the floorboards with a heavy, breathless grunt. Before he can roll over, your foot plants firmly on the center of his chest, pinning him down.
His upper lip curls, sharp fangs baring in a reflex of aggression. You don't flinch. Instead, you shift your weight, your toes tilting his chin up so heās forced to look at you. You let out a cold, angry breath. "How does it feel to be on the receiving end for once, you fucker?"
"Hahāā his eyes widen, then his mouth, āhahahahaha!" He lets out a loud, genuine bark of laughter, his chest vibrating beneath your sole. "I swear, you don't make this easy for me. But god, I love it."
"Come on, baby." His large hands move up, not to push your foot away, but to steady it against his chest, completely indifferent to the pressure. His other hand slides slowly up your calf, his rough palm dragging against your skin up toward your thigh. "I know we started off on the wrong foot, but stillā"
"If that gun worked, youād be full of holes by now. Iām dragging you straight to the Association," you growl, yanking the lead chain hard enough to force his jaw shut.
"Fine. You leave me no choice."
Valko tilts his head back slightly. The heavy steel links around his neck don't shatterāthey simply dissolve. It'snot the kind of element that burns, as the chain in your hand liquefies instantly, turning into silver droplets that slide harmlessly off his skin and drip onto the floorboards. Your eyes widen in realizationāa Metal Evolā¦!
Before you can process the threat, he sweeps your ankle, throwing you off balance. But instead of letting you hit the floor, his massive arms catch you mid-air, pulling your weight flush against his chest.
"Easy," he smirks, his voice low and vibrating. He has held the upper hand the entire time, thoroughly amused that you thought otherwise.
Before you can even draw breath to curse, his mouth crashes back down on yours. Itās rough, the pressure of his canine splitting the corner of your lip. You wince at the sharp sting, your palms hitting repeatedly against his back before your fingers knot into his hair, pulling hard to force him off. But the sheer physical disparity is too much, your strength does nothing to shift him.
Worse, that strange, intoxicating musk he radiates are beginning to cloud your senses. The air feels thick, drying out your throat and making your vision blurry.
"My mate... you did this to yourself," he murmurs, breaking the kiss to drag his rough tongue over the split on your lip, then down the line of your throat. "Youāre calling out to me. I could smell it from blocks away."
His thick fingers slide down, unbuckling your belt with a tug. His hand slides straight inside your denim, his calloused palm cupping you through your underwear, smoothing over the slick moisture gathering there. "Donāt lie to meāyouāre fucking wet down here."
He hauls your body off the floor in one smooth motion, carrying you through the apartment. The sudden shift in perspective makes your head spin, the hallway blurring past until he throws open the bedroom door and the shadows of the room swallow you both. You hit the mattress on your back, the breath leaving you in a short gasp. Before you can even blink, his heavy frame looms over you.
His hands pull at the fabric of your clothes, tearing through the denim and shirt with terrifying ease, leaving the ruined fabric in tatters on the sheets.
"Stop it!" You slap his hands away, trying to cover yourself uselessly, your voice cracking with an defensive anger. "Why are you doing this to me??ā
"I told youāyouāre my mate." He leans down, planting his large hands on either side of your hips. The concentrated scent of pine and wild pheromones fills your nose, making your head spin. "How long are you going to fight it? Look at how your body responds to me."
It hits like cold water. Heās right. You arenāt moving with the swift and precision you use against Wanderers or street criminals. Every defensive movement you make is slow, heavy, and thick with hesitation. You couldāve pulled the trigger before he even talk, or just kick him in the ballsābut you didnāt do it. It doesnāt help that thereās an agonizing, deep-seated ache between your thighs that demands the very thing you are fighting against.
His fingers trace your jawline, forcing your eyes up to meet his. Valko stares down at you, the wild amusement completely vanishing from his expression. There is a dark, heavy seriousness in his gaze now. His palm cradles your cheek with a sudden unexpected gentleness that catch your defenses off guard. It feels like a key turning in a lock, releasing a wave of liquid heat through your veins.
When his lips find yours for the third time, the resistance is gone. It feels terrifyingly natural, the way your tongue dances against his, eliciting a satisfied grunt from his chest. He shifts his weight, anchoring himself with one forearm so he doesn't smother your frame, while his free hand trails down your collarbone, mapping your curves until he cups your breast and squeeze.
The sound that breaks from your throat is no longer filled with restrain, but a soft, breathless gasp of total indulgence. Valko drinks in the sound, his mouth traveling lower, nipping along your skin until his lips close over your tight and sensitive nipple.
"Thatās it," he growls, his canine lightly scraping the sensitive peak before he begins to suckle heavily. "More. Mmālet me hear you."
"Hng.. ah.." The small moans slip out uncontrollably, sounding like honey to his ears. His wolf ears twitch with every hitched breath you take, his dark eyes watching your face intently, studying how your body reacts to the sharp friction of his rough tongue.
"Do you remember my name, my girl?"
"VaāValko.." The name tears from your throat like a confession, and the sound of it only makes his grip tighten on your hipsāhe finds it more arousing than if you were screaming his name.
And god, his tongue feels like magic, moving with precision, tracing a wet path down your ribs, over your stomach, and directly into the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. He looks up at you through his dark lashes, entirely unbothered by how desperate heās making you. You arch your back off the bed, your fingers knotting into the bedsheets.
"Iām sorry about how rough last week was. The moon affects my behavior," he mutters, his breath hot against your lower stomach as he parts your thighs further. "But your scentāfuckāIām trying to be gentle here."
He has to suppresses the urge to bite your clit, pressing his tongue inside. The rough, unnatural texture of his tongue strokes over your slick center, scratching an itch that makes your entire lower half twitch. Instead of easing the tension, it only makes the emptiness inside you unbearable. Your hips roll blindly, trying to force him deeper, and a low chuckle echoes against your skin, the vibration make your spine tingles.
"Patience, girl," he whispers, pulling back. You let out an involuntary whine at the loss of contact.
Standing at the edge of your bed, he discards his trousers. The massive, fat length of his cock springs free, dark and fully engorged.
You catch your breath, your eyes wide as you look at the same thick, heavy ridge that had stretched you apart days ago. He sinks his knees into the mattress, the springs groaning under his immense weight as he inches back over you, the hot tip of his length hovering just inches from your face.
For a long moment, the room goes completely quiet. Without thinking, your hand reaches up, your fingers hovering just over the pulsing vein along his shaft. Almost, before you see his heavy tail swishing between his thighs.
The spell breaks. You pull your hand back sharply, your mind screaming at you. What the hell are you doing??
"Hey, donāt back out now," he huffs, his voice thick with arousal. "Stop fightingāaccept your desire."
Fuck. He sounds like a predator trying to coax you out of a cage. The heavy tip in front of you twitches, glistening in the light, begging to be touched, to be hold, to beā
Your senses are so entirely saturated by him that before your brain can stop you, your tongue licks along the heavy ridge of his shaft.
"Fuck...!" Valko grunts. He grits his teeth, the vein in his jaw popping.
You abandon the last of your hesitation, letting the musky, metallic taste of him fill your mouth as you drag your tongue all the way up to the crown.
"Yeah... just like thatāssshit!"
Your lips part, enveloping the thick head before he can even finish the sentence. The girth stretches the corners of your mouth to their limit. He is too thick to take normally, so you force your throat to relax, widening to accommodate the invasion.
"Thatās enough. Fuckā" he chokes out, but even as the warning leaves his lips, his large palm cups the back of your head, guiding you firmly down to take him deeper. You can barely draw air into your lungs. "Y/N... shit... stop, Iām going to come..."
The mention of your name registers dimly in your mind, but you canāt voice the question with your mouth completely stuffed.
Valko suddenly pulls away, his breath coming in ragged, heavy pants. He hooks his hands beneath your knees, pushing your legs back until your thighs are pinned flat against your ribs in a brutal mating press.
"You're going to regret teasing me like that," he growls, his voice dropping into a register that is entirely animal.
He aligns the heavy, wet head of his cock with your opening and drives forward in one massive, unrelenting thrust. The blunt force of it knocks the air straight out of your lungs. Every heavy plunge causes your breasts to jiggle up and down under his gaze.
"Fuckālook at you. You look so beautiful like thisāhahādo you like my cock now? Tell me." Every word comes in perfect rhythm with his thrusts.
"Mm... mhmmhmhmm!" Your eyes roll back into your head, your fingers clawing at the fabric of the mattress, tearing the sheets completely free from the corners of the bed as he bottoms out against your cervix.
"Should've just done this from the start," he grunts, his pace turning frantic, his hips slamming hard against yours with a wet, heavy rhythm. "But I like the fight in you. Youāre mine now. My girl. Iām never letting you go."
He pulls back nearly all the way (looking at your flushed face, messed up hair, scent thick with sweat) and you instantly whine, your hips lifted off the bed in a silent, desperate plea for the pressure to return.
"Come on, please...! Just let me cum!"
Valko grins down at you, flashing a wild, possessive look in his eyes. "You'll get it."
He adjusts his grip, locking your legs over his broad shoulders to open you up completely before driving back in with everything he has. You scream his name as his massive girth completely rearranges your insides, hitting a depth that makes your entire body shudder.
"Donāt you dare stop!" Your nails dig deep into the muscle of his shoulders, drawing thin lines of red. A low, vibrating growl rumbles in his throat at the pain, but your vision is already fracturing into brilliant bursts of white light. Your eyes roll back as the intense friction pushes you completely over the edge.
You cry out his name one last time as your walls contract violently around him.
The sudden, intense compression triggers him completely. With a guttural roar, Valko drives himself in to the absolute hilt, and you feel a sudden, massive swelling at the base of his shaft. It expands rapidly, locking him firmly inside your body, sealing the exit completely. An instant later, the thick, blistering torrent of his release fires deep into your womb, the intense pressure filling you to the point of aching fullness, with nowhere for the fluid to escape.
The room falls into a heavy silence, broken only by the sound of your shared, ragged breathing. Valko collapses slightly forward, shifting his bulk onto his elbows so he doesn't smother you, his chest rising and falling heavily against yours while the knot keeps you pinned beneath him.
He looks down at your flushed face, a slow, thoroughly satisfied smirk returning to his lips. He reaches up, lazily tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear.
"So," he murmurs, his voice still rough and scraping from the growl. "I guess I donāt have to use the window next time?"
Mmhmā¦ *smacks lips* you can come here whenever you wantāIāll be waiting with legs open š«¦š·āØ
