“I think it might be someone you work with.” He asked, coffee mug in one hand and baby in the other.
You brought in a basket of bread and rolls. “You think, Rowan?” You set the basket down on the table and Rowan brought his face close to sniff them.
“Smells good.” He set his coffee down and quickly you snatched the basket away.
“Who is the girl getting courted here?” You huffed.
Rowan smirked, patting the baby he held against his shoulder. “Obviously it’s me.”
Scoffing, you look back down into the basket of bread in your hands. Moving to Hearthway Hollow, the plan was to help out your sister after having her baby while you set up your business of custom dresses.
“Do you have any guesses who it could be?” Rowan asked.
You snapped out of your internal monologue. “Oh uh. Kind of.” You started putting the bread into the bread box, noticing there was already bread from yesterday’s courtship ritual inside, and another full bag next to it.
Rowan gasped. “Oooh! Then tell me! Spill the tea as the kids say.”
You gave him a glare, aware he couldn’t see it, but hopefully your silence said it all. “Would it be weird if I asked him about it? You’re the werewolf in the house.”
Lacey came out from the shower. “We don’t know if Avi is one yet.”
“C’mon, look at this creature.” Rowan held the baby aloft. “This is a werewolf if I’ve ever seen one.”
Lacey came and took the baby. “Have you ever seen one?”
Rowan just grinned. “You know I haven’t!”
Lacey rolled her eyes and turned back to you. “I hope we didn't keep you up last night. Avi has been pretty fussy.”
You shook your head. “I’ve kind of gotten used to it. I wake up for a second, then Ifall back asleep pretty easily. How are you feeling?” Your eyes flicked to Lacey’s healing c-section wound.
Lacey’s hand rested over her belly. “Oh, I’m doing fine. You and Rowan have been wonderful through all this.” She sat down with Avi and began rocking her. “Oh, did that dress lead work out?”
You frowned.
“Oh. Sorry, sis.” Lacey murmured apologetically.
You sighed. “It’s okay. My boss at the bakery said I could keep my signs up as long as I needed.” You reached for your backpack. “I’ve got more flyers I can put up too. And with my next paycheck I can get some nicer fabric to make examples with.” You slipped your backpack on and pouted a little. “If werewolves don’t want my dresses then maybe I can bring back the online shop.”
“You hated that though,” Lacey joined you in pouting.
You shrugged. “Life eh? Well, I’ve got the shopping list for today. I’ll stop by the market on my way home.”
“Tell whoever is courting you that I like rye bread!” Rowan called as you shut the door behind you.
You got onto your motorcycle and drove into town.
Lacey, your sister, had moved to Hearthway Hollow a few years ago for work. She did nothing but brag about how nice the town was ever since. When complications arose during her pregnancy, you decided to take the hint and move there to help out. Lacey was overjoyed to have family in town, especially since recovery was taking its toll on her, no matter how much she argued otherwise.
Your research on Hearthway Hollow had shown you some strange websites, claiming the town was cursed and all that set foot into it turned into wolves. There were also similar articles and websites about the mysterious events that happened around Hearthway Hollow. Werewolves, snake-men, ghosts, oh my.
You didn’t believe a word of it. Until you experienced the anomalies for yourself.
“Good morning!” Your chipper and sunny boss, Sunny, was already hard at work doling out dough onto the converter belt.
“Morning,” you replied to her.
Sunny’s Side Up Bakery has several employees that could be the werewolf courting Rowan. It wasn’t Sunny, of that you were sure. She was already happily married. Was polyamory a thing with werewolves? You pondered the thought for a moment.
“There’s snacks in the break room, and I brought in some Cthulu Brew for everyone.” Sunny had the arms of a Greek god, able to knead and sling dough while looking like she was flexing.
You looked up exasperated. “We have that fancy coffee maker! Why do you keep getting the Cthulu box?” You asked, hanging your coat up on the rack then taking down your apron.
“It’s so good! Besides, we get a massive discount since they buy our baked goods now.” Sunny set her empty bowl down and went to reach for another.
You tied your apron as you headed towards the front. There was a line of customers already emptying out the supply of goods that were displayed on the counter.
Sunny’s husband, Sonny, was busily wrapping bread into paper while also working the cash register.
“Good morning!” He sounded much sleepier than Sunny. “We’ve been busy today.”
You took over wrapping up the bread in parchment. “People want their bread before we close for that family reunion of yours.”
“That’s Sunny’s family, mind you.” Sonny yawned loudly.
“Why don’t you go back and get some coffee, I can handle the front for the time being.” You told him. Surely it wasn’t Sonny, unless that polyamory theory was a thing.
“Thanks.” He waved you off, finishing a sale before heading back.
You busied yourself wrapping bread, sliding open the cabinet, tapping on the old-timey cash register.
“Hot bread coming through!” Mitchy came running up, a pint sized college student who worked the extremely early morning prep shifts with Sunny. Behind her was the towering form of Derek, Sunny’s little brother who handled almost any job the business threw at him.
Could be Mitchy, you thought to yourself. She’s way too young for me though, and she’s way too goal oriented. You didn’t think she would have time for you. Your gaze flicked up to Derek and his dark eyes darted away from you.
It’s gotta be him, you thought.
“Excuse me?” A customer asked shyly.
Once again, your internal monologue was cut off and you returned to the task at hand. “Yes! What can I get for you?” You got back to attending the seemingly endless line of customers.
A lull finally came, and the bakery was quiet for a spell. You went up to the front, double checking the mannequin you had set up with your prototype dress. You frowned as you thought how nice it would be to finally get a few dress orders in.
Maybe werewolves don’t need dresses, you thought in defeat. That one lady canceled her order as soon as it was even made. Maybe she didn’t like the designs you showed her. It’s funny how a month of fishing and catching no fish can get to a person.
“Here.”
You looked up at Derek standing over you, handing you a cup of coffee. Goodness he was a big boy. Tall, broad, dark, he was almost the opposite of his sister, save for the fact they both had the same muscled, gorgeous arms.
“Thanks.” You took the cup, afraid your thoughts had been lingering for too long.
“You’ll get orders soon.” He sounded shy.
You looked into the cup. The coffee certainly looked exactly the way you liked it. “I sure hope so. I miss working on my sewing machine for hours and hours, my fingers aching, my back sour, my legs numb.”
Derek’s dark eyes gave you a concerned look.
You chuckled, taking your lips off the rim of the mug. “I’m not making it sound fun am I? But I swear, it’s the best!”
Derek gave a small, shy chuckle. “If I could wear dresses, I would have you make me one.”
You nearly choked on your second sip of great coffee. “I don’t just make dresses!”
“Wh-what else do you make?” He sounded caught off guard.
You wiped your mouth and whipped out your phone, scrolling to the album with all your past works. “I make button ups. I’ve done cosplay attire for guys too.” You held up your phone to show him, getting in close to his side. “See? This one I made using quilting techniques my grandma taught me. I made it for my dad for father’s day a few years ago.”
Standing right up beside Derek, it was overwhelmingly obvious how big he was compared to you. Hell, his bicep was probably bigger than your thigh. But it wasn’t all muscle, he was soft, like a big, pillowy behemoth.
“And this one is a three piece suit I made for one of my old roommates from scrap materials we got at the thrift store.” You held your phone up even more, and Derek’s hand held yours so he could hold the phone steady.
You became fixated on the size of it. His hand enveloped yours, covering it completely. You could be a dainty little doll compared to his impressive form.
“That’s really cool. But I’m not exactly a fashionable guy.” Derek chuckled. He pulled back, tapping his chest. “I don’t think I’ve dressed in anything but t-shirts and jeans since Sunny opened this shop.”
“That’s because you can’t find anything that fits you.” Sunny said as she filled the counter with sweets. “The only thing the big and tall shop carries you even like are the flannels, and you get too hot for those even in winter.”
A deep, rosy blush cast over Derek’s dark olive complexion.
“You should really take her up on making you something!” Sunny said brightly. “I keep telling you it would give you more time to-”
“Sunny!” He hissed.
She rolled her eyes. “How about I commission you to make a dress shirt for him? We’ve got our family reunion coming up and we’ve got all sorts of people coming up from Greece who are gonna ask you why you don’t dress up for them. You know they’re going to pinch your cheeks and ask why you aren’t married too. Then tell you if you dressed nice then maybe a girl would-”
“Fine!” Derek huffed. He rubbed his face, pushing back the hairnet on his head. “If you’re paying for it I guess I can’t say no.”
“That’s a good boy!” Sunny cheered as she finished setting out the cookies. “What do you need to make this shirt?”
You were stunned. Your mind had been racing away the whole time on the best way to make a shirt for Derek. What color would suit him best? Maybe a pattern? How much fabric? Goodness! He would need a yard at least for his back.
“Measurements!” You blurted out when you realized they were both staring at you. You glanced nervously up at Derek, fearing you had shouted too loud.
“Then measure him up!” Sunny clacked her tongs before heading back into the kitchen.
“I uh-” you hesitated and swallowed. “All my stuff is at my sister’s house. Uhm… maybe you would be more comfortable if I did the measuring at your place.”
His lips were firmly pressed together. “Sure. If that works for you.”
“It’s Sunday tomorrow. We’ll be off so-”
He nodded. “Yeah.” He rubbed at the back of his neck. “You know where I live.”
“Upstairs yeah.” You broke into a happy smile. “I’m excited! I haven’t made much since I moved here. I mean… I’ve been afraid I’d bother the baby with my sewing machine so I’ve been doing a lot of hand sewing. But Rowan said I could use the basement since he won’t be down there much anymore.”
Dereks’ thick brow furrowed. “What does he do in the basement?”
“He says he plays pinball but I think he’s pulling my leg. I think it’s just storage from stuff his family left behind when they brought over all the baby stuff.”
Derek nodded. “Well uh… if you ever need a place to work I have a spare room upstairs I never use. It’s just some storage from here in the bakery.”
“Thanks, that’s sweet of you.” You remembered there was a coffee cup in your hand and you quickly drank, but it was still very hot and it scorched your tongue a little.
That night, you had a dream. You were Little Red Riding Hood, carrying a weirdly large bag from Sunny’s Side Up Bakery. The label was bright and glaring, as if the sun on the logo was alight. You were walking through the woods, leaves kicking up unrealistically behind you. You came upon a large stone with a massive, dark wolf sitting upon it. You locked eyes with him, and suddenly the scene shifted, looking very much like the one from the Dracula movie from the nineties. You were laid on a stone slab as the werewolf pressed himself deep inside you. Deeper, harder His thick cock throbbed inside you.
There was a loud crash and you woke up. Avi was crying and you could hear Rowan and Lacey shifting as they woke to tend to her. You sat up in bed, rubbing your eyes. You checked the clock, it was quite early in the morning.
Standing, you became aware of the wetness between your thighs. Damn stupid sexy dream. You got up, heading to the kitchen to start coffee so everyone could partake of their own accord.
The motion light was on outside. You stepped before the sliding glass door, watching as the werewolf from your dream was struggling to pick up your motorcycle.
“What was all that racket? Did you do something?” Rowan yawned as he stepped into the kitchen. He then sniffed, his head following yours. “Is there someone out there?”
“Yeah,” you murmured.
“What’s he doing?”
“He dropped my motorcycle I think.”
Rowan scoffed, throwing up the sliding glass door and stepping out. “Hey! You’re supposed to leave gifts, not property damage!”
“Rowan!” You snapped at him, trying to claw him back into the house.
“I’m sorry!” the werewolf whined.
“Get back in the house!” You shoved Rowan inside and shut the glass door behind him. Now it was just you and the werewolf. There was a basket like all the days before sitting on the porch, filled this time with muffins and brownies.
“Sorry,” the werewolf muttered. “It was an accident. I slipped off the stairs and I grabbed onto it to keep from falling.” He picked up the motorcycle from the ground, but it didn’t look any worse for the wear. You’d had the old thing since you pulled it out of your dad’s garage in high school.
“It’s okay.” You glanced at the basket. “So… you like me?”
The werewolf was quiet.
“I’m not from around here obviously. I don’t know what the rules are because I’m pretty sure Rowan is making up half the things he says.” You stepped closer, coming to the top of the porch stairs. “I have to admit, it’s weird. Werewolves and all-” you glanced over his hulking, furry form. “Even seeing you now is strange. I can see you and even I can’t believe it.” You motioned over to the basket. “I was coming over today. You could have waited instead of getting up so early to make these.”
The werewolf was quiet, still.
“Want some coffee, Derek?”
He sighed. “You knew it was me?”
“It wasn’t too hard to narrow down.” You came further down on the steps, coming eye to eye with him. “Unless Sunny and Sonny are into polyamory.”
Derek frowned, shrugging. “You mentioned you weren’t a big meat eater, I thought the baked goods would suit you better.”
“Thanks for that. I don’t think I could stomach seeing a deer on the lawn.” You got the feeling someone was watching you, and when you turned back to the door you saw Rowan standing there, fogging up the glass.
You frowned. “On second thought, maybe we should take a small walk and avoid my brother in law.”
“Oh- okay.”
“Let me go get dressed and get my things.” You slammed your hand into the glass to startle Rowan before you walked inside.
A few minutes later, you were dressed and had your supplies in your backpack. You joined Derek, and began walking with him.
“So, what do you like about me?”
Derek bristled. “Well uh… it’s hard to explain.”
“I know that werewolf courtship is sort of weird for humans to understand. It’s like an internal response right? You just knew when you saw me?”
“Yes but uh… it’s more like… when I first caught your scent. When you were having your interview with Sunny. I caught a whiff of you and I knew.”
“And what do I smell like?”
Derek grumbled. “That’s also hard to explain. Uhm-” He paused on the path. “Like a closet.”
You furrowed your brow. “I don’t know if that’s good or bad.”
“No, no. I mean like… sheets that have been shoved in the back for too long. They have that closet smell, it’s comforting. The smell is soft and cool, breezy, but also warm like a hug.”
You chewed on your bottom lip. “And that scent was enough for you to know?”
Derek nodded, his head lowered slightly down. “It’s hard to explain, trust me.”
You folded your arms across your chest. “You didn’t know me though. How does that even work? How could you be sure I would even like you or accept your feelings?”
His dark eyes flicked away. “I know it sounds like a gamble. But it’s proven to be a very good method for a lot of people here in town.” He nervously fidgeted with his hands.
“You are my type.” you admitted, shyly. “Your instincts work quite well.” Your face was growing warmer.
His body stiffened and the fur around his neck fluffed up.
You pursed your lips as your mind went back to your Little Red Riding Hood dream. The wetness was still there, chilling the crotch of your underwear. “How about a date then? A regular one for my sake?”
Derek nodded. “Yeah! I can do that. What would you like to do?” His tail wagged behind him, and you almost hated how cute you found it.
“So!” A bowl of dough dropped down loudly before you on the counter. “You and my brother? Eh?” Sunny was standing there, kneading another bowl in the crook of her arm.
You had never had the shotgun talk before. Hell, you’d never even talked to a boyfriend’s dad before, let alone get this conversation from a sister. You took up the bowl, understanding the battlefield would be much easier fought if you took her commands.
“You knew he was courting me, right?” You asked, fumbling at first with kneading the dough.
Sunny smirked. “I did. He’s been so starry eyed and cute ever since you came here.” She slammed the dough so hard down into the wooden bowl you thought she would crack it into a million little pieces. “But, he’s my baby brother. I have to be protective of him.”
You could picture Derek as a giant high schooler, slightly tubby, while a tiny, feral Sunny protected him from whatever bullies came his way.
“You’re a hard worker, and talented. But my brother is a gentle lamb under all that wolf coating.” She slammed the dough again. “I need to make sure he’s not going to get eaten. So to speak,” she capped off her threatening aura with a sweet giggle.
“This werewolf thing is all new to me,” you admitted, finding rhythm with the dough. “I like Derek, he’s been so sweet and understanding while I get used to this.”
Sunny chuckled. “I remember when I was courting Sonny. He was here doing an internship with the nature reserve.” She sounded so sweet, so airy. “I first caught scent of him at the dollar store and I knew I had found my one and only. He reminded me of Nonna’s baklava.”
“How did he take it?” You asked.
“I was lucky. Apparently Sonny had a furry phase in high school.” She looked off wistfully while her kneading hand worked on autopilot. “There’s more I could say but I don’t want to embarrass him.”
You were pretty sure enough was said for that already.
“So, you like Derek? How much? Do you like-like him?” She sounded like she was teasing but you didn’t want to test that assumption.
“Yes,” your voice cracked as you spoke. “I mean, I do like Derek. A lot actually. I’m going to be taking some fabric samples over to his place tonight and he said he’d cook dinner for us.”
Sunny smirked. “He’s a good cook. He learned from the best.” She gently set her bowl down and took yours from you.
“You?”
Her cute face scrunched up. “No! Nonna.” She slammed the dough again like she was trying to beat it into submission. “Anyways, you should know that Derek is over the moon about you. He’ll do whatever he can to make you the happiest mate in all of Hearthway Hollow.”
Mate? That word struck a chord. It rattled around in your head the rest of the day, conjuring images of what it could mean when there was nothing else to think about. Hell, it brought up images even when there were a million things to think about.
As you were leaving for the day, hanging up your apron and dusting crumbs from your pants, y your mind began swirling with that word again. Mate. Mate. Mate. Friend. Breeder. Mating press.
Mating press.
Mating press!
Then there was a warm, gentle shadow behind you.
“Oh hey.” You smiled shyly, though your face was blooming bright red. You swallowed and tried to play it off. “Still six tonight right?”
Derek nodded, brushing his hair out of his face. “Yeah. I’m looking forward to it.”
Your guts were squirming, your mind was that of a horny teenager. Derek was so big! His hands, trained by years of kneading dough that turned his arms into soft but chiseled stone. How would they hold you? He was certainly gentle. But could he get rough? Could that strong hand grasp around your throat while you moaned in pleasure, while he makes you take him deep inside?
“Uhm-” Derek’s unsure voice interrupted your all too sure mind.
“Should I bring anything?” Your voice cracked again.
Derek shrugged. “I have everything, I think. Just bring yourself and the fabric you want to show me.”
You nodded, hoping he didn't notice how red your face was. “Okay, great. Wonderful.” As you cleared your throat, you noticed his nostrils flare slightly, as if he was sniffing something. You grabbed your helmet and hugged it in your arms. “Six it is.”
His olive cheeks were beginning to darken. “That’s right.”
“Six!” You waved as you opened the back door. “Bye!” You put your helmet on and raced to your bike, yelling from embarrassment as you cranked it. (yelling at yourself?)
Once you got home, you checked on everyone to make sure they were okay. Lacey was napping while Rowan was quietly going over paperwork by the crib, his fingers delicately going over the rail.
“Hey you!”
You jumped out of your skin, turning around and glaring at Rowan, who seemed to have manifested directly behind you.
“You’re too quiet!”
He smirked. “The baby.” He then placed his hand upon your shoulder. “I know you’re not my sister, but she recently went through this as well. When a girl gets her werewolf it’s a beautiful and powerful experience.”
You grabbed his hand and shook it. “Ew! No! I don’t want this talk from you!”
Rowan was smirking. “You aren’t even curious about it?”
“No!” You darted into your room, glaring at him as you shut the door. He couldn’t see it, but you hoped he could feel it. You sighed, glancing towards the fabric samples on the bed, as well as a stack of clothes you had gone through to pick out the perfect outfit for tonight.
You wanted to look cute, but not like you were trying too hard. You wanted to dress up and impress, but you didn’t want it to seem like you were aiming for something specific. Different enough that he took notice but not so different that he’d get the wrong idea.
“Fuck,” you grumbled under your breath.
You eventually settled on a pair of patchwork pants you made, paired with a crocheted halter top that tied in the back. Your leather jacket would hide the open back until you needed to reveal it, for that ‘boom pow’ moment.
“He likes me,” you said to yourself. “Maybe I don’t need to try too hard.” But the outfit spoke for itself. You looked good, great even, and it gave you a boost of confidence.
Mating press.
Mating press!
Mating press!
“Shut up!” You forcefully thought to make your mind shut up.
Later, you stood outside Derek’s door. His apartment was just above the bakery, so the scent of the late night baking was wafting up and making you hungry.
“It’s fifteen till six. Am I too early? Maybe he expected me sooner. But I don’t want to seem eager, even though I am.” You fumbled with your thoughts until the door opened. Derek was standing there, shirtless, holding a trash bag.
Your eyes made direct contact with his chest. Dark, thick curls. Impressive volume.
“Shit!” Derek exclaimed. He shut the door then instantly opened it back up. “You can come in! Sorry.”
“It’s okay!” You laughed to try and soothe the mood. “I’m a little early.” You stepped inside his place, which was aromated with a magnificent bounty of delicious smells. Whatever he was cooking had to be the best food you could ever imagine.
Hehurriedly tugged a black shirt over himself that seemed to fit a big snug. “I’ll be right back. Sorry! Make yourself comfortable. The garbage I-” he darted out, seeming to be afraid of saying more.
You exhaled a deep, long held breath. He was hairy, thick, and way too hot. You weren’t prepared for that horny jumpscare. You set your large bag down, looking around his place. He had lots of Greek decor. There was a desk before the window, and a rather nice computer setup. Maybe he gamed as well as worked up here. The living room area also had a nice big couch which took up most of the room, and his entertainment system was loaded with movies, board games, and all sorts of music media. The record player was already going, playing Fleetwood Mac’s “Rumors.”
“I like that,” you murmured with a smirk. You wandered towards the dining area, seeing he had the table set up with wine glasses and candles. “Clever boy.”
The door opened and Derek stepped back inside, scanning around until he found you. “Sorry about that. I usually cook without uhm-” he tugged at his shirt, which made it ride up over his belly. “I gotta get some clothes on, I’ll be right back.”
Or don’t, you thought as you watched him walk down the back corridor.
“If you’re still cooking I’ll hold off on showing you the samples till later,” you hollered. The kitchen was covered in mosaic tiles. They all seemed mismatched, though they were thrown together intricately to make the kitchen so unique and cute.
“That’s fine.” He came out wearing a deep green button up that was too short, with sleeves that were almost too tight. “I don’t really have many dress shirts. Hence why you’re here.”
You smiled, admiring the quick peek between his shirt and pants. “I’m surprised there isn’t a big and tall shop here.”
“We gotta go to Asheville for that,” he chuckled. “And with the bakery it’s hard to get out of town sometimes.” He went to the oven, checking over the pots on top.
“Well, I’m here now. I may be a little more expensive than just going to a store, but you’re sure to get a shirt that was made for you and only you.”
“That’s worth it to me.” He turned from the stove, rubbing his arms. “Where are my manners? Can I take your coat?”
The boom pow moment. “Sure.” You turned around, extending your arms slightly so he could easily take off your jacket. Your back tingled as his eyes fell upon you. You held your breath to wait for his reaction. You shivered as his breath shuddered.
“Thanks.” You smiled at him as you turned out. You weren’t wearing a bra, but the weave of the crochet hopefully hid your nipples as they stiffened.
“Yeah.” he swallowed. “You look great. Amazing.” He was breathless.
“This old thing?” You posed slightly, just enough to give him a peek at what skin was bare. “Thank you.”
“D-did you make it?” He went to place your coat on the hook by the door.
“I did. Although, Lacey crochet the top for me. Gosh, that was ages ago. Before she moved here.” You watched his back as he went to the stove again. “Everything smells amazing! Sunny wasn’t joking when she said you were a good cook.”
He chuckled shyly. “Let’s hope so. How about some wine? Food is just about ready.”
“Sounds good.”
The wine was delicious, you sipped it gladly while Derek finished dinner. He asked you questions about your business, you asked him how handling all the odd jobs at the bakery was. Small talk. All the while you wondered where the evening would lead. Would this sort of talk wind up with you back at home or in his bed in the morning?
The first dish he served was Sagnaki, which was drizzled with honey and sprinkled with roasted nuts. It went so well with the wine. You must have finished that first glass in moments. Then he served a lentil salad, followed by Dolmades, which you could have eaten until you were round enough to roll down the stairs. He ended the evening with Portokalopita, which somehow paired even better with the wine.
“I don’t think I’ve ever eaten so good.” You sighed, dreamy from a legendary meal and some choice wine. “I feel quite spoiled. I don’t think I could ever repay such a feast.”
Derek was smiling, proud of his work. “I can’t take credit for the cake. Sunny actually helped me make that.”
“You’re too sweet. Most guys would take all the credit.” You gazed at him, realizing the wine was making you more susceptible to his charms. His shy expression, his dark curls, his warm, deep eyes, what was hidden under that shirt that was ready to burst open at any second.
A shy chuckle left his lips. “Is there anything you like to cook?”
“Ramen,” you huffed. “I’m afraid I spent all my time learning the art of fabric.”
“Nothing wrong with that.” He took another sip of wine. “Speaking of which, do you want to show me those samples?”
The Chain started playing.
“I love this song.”
“It’s my favorite too.”
You stood up from the table, still holding your wine glass. “Alright, guess I should do what I came here to do.” You walked past him, but his hand suddenly grabbed hold of your wrist. You stood still, heart pounding as you waited for what he would do next.
The blade of his fingers caressed up your spine, making you shiver and hold your breath in. You closed your eyes as his caress went back down. His hand cupped your side, going partially under the top.
He kissed the back of your shoulder, stopping short and grunted. “Sorry.”
“Keep going,” you murmured.
He kissed your shoulder again, his breath shuddering as his lips went to your neck, your spine. He breathed you in, and his hand around your waist squeezed. He then pulled you down into his lap. His dark eyes bore into you, so serious but still so shy. You kissed him first, assuring him he was making all the right moves.
“I don’t want you to feel like-”
“Shh shh shh.” You pressed a finger over his lips. “Don’t talk. It’s good.” You kissed him again, wrapping your arms around his neck.
He plucked at the ties of your top, pulling them away. His strong hands both grabbed at your back, making you arch so you pressed deeper into him. You moved to straddle his lap, letting your top fall away. His eyes were focused on you, drinking you in like that fine wine.
You leaned down to kiss him, cupping his face in your hands while his pet your bare skin. His fingertips trembled until he could take no more and he scooped you up from his lap. His hair was getting shaggier, fuller. His eyes were completely black, while his teeth were sharper.
“Yes!” You thought excitedly as he whisked you off to the bedroom. His bed was neatly made, as if that mattered now. He was on top of you, kissing, nibbling, tasting every inch of skin. His body was warmer, hairier, the beast was upon you.
The wolf rose above you, shirt buttons popping off until it fell open. You bit back a smile, watching him breathe heavily as he tried to regain some bit of composure. You slid out of your pants, presenting him with an offer he couldn't refuse.
“You’re so…small,” he panted.
“I’m not going to break if that’s what you’re afraid of.” You stroked your hand down your body and slipped between your thighs. You were wetter than you expected, and your fingers slipping inside made a squishing sound.
Derek’s ears flicked to attention.
“I’m ready if you are.”
His gnashed his sharp teeth as he reached down to open his dark jeans. The bulge was impressive, but what was it made of?
Pushing down his underwear and jeans, another monster popped out.
“Whoa!” You yelled out of reflex.
His ears went back and a scared look came to his eyes.
You got onto your knees, going to face the one eye. Your month hung open, surprised the monster could hold itself up. If the size wasn’t enough, the knot on the base added to it.
“Look at you!” You put your hand around him. “No wonder you slouch.”
Derek snickered.
“Maybe you will break me.” You put both hands on him. “But I think I’ll enjoy it.” You took his tip into your mouth, moaning softly.
“Ah-” His hips jerked and he pressed deeper into your mouth. “Sorry!” He pulled out from your lips. “I should be doing this.”
He was down between your thighs then, the great beast had your legs over his shoulders as his long tongue began to work magic. Warm, good pressure, thick fingers.
“Oh fuck!” You whined, gripping onto the top of his head. He was so shy! You didn’t expect him to be so good with his tongue. God! And his fingers! He was like a vagina whisperer. Not that you had too much time to think about it. Your arousal from before made it easy for him. You came for him, and it was exquisite.
“There we go,” his low voice rumbled. “Good girl.”
Not the good girl! Was he trying to end you?
“I need you. Now!” He rolled you over onto your belly, then slipped his arm under yor hips, arching your back and lifting your rear. “You’re all I want.” His tip pressed into your rear, slipping against your thigh before finding purchase against your folds. He rutted there, groaning, panting.
You wanted him too! You wanted the beast deep, deep, deep inside.
He stretched you open, slowly sliding in so you knew every inch of him well. He was warm, throbbing, everything a good monster should be.
“You’re so wet,” he moaned. “I want to fill you. I want to come in you.”
He can! Just do it!
He was deep inside, still, waiting. His hitched breath became smooth, he snarled once and then there was the boom pow.
He could be rough. He could be gentle! He was everything as he took you, filling your mind with all those naughty thoughts and fulfilling them perfectly. He pampered you, covered you in kisses, assured every inch of you was loved and touched. You tasted yourself upon his cock, you writhed under every touch.
Then the knot. Oh god, that knot! It pressed and pressed all night, but he never made attempts to push it inside. Until the end. His body was shaking, quivering all over. He had given you everything, and now, it was the end. You couldn’t brace yourself for that final moment. As the knot locked itself inside you, the world was his. He ruled you, owned you.
Mating press.
Mating press!
Mating Press!
You were his, filled with his come, dripping even as he remained tightly inside you. He was growling in your ear, breathing, pulsing.
“There you go.” He brought you fresh coffee. Even though it was late, all you wanted was to stay up and talk to him. You cuddled into his side as his strong warm wrapped around you.
“Smells wonderful,” you purred.
“Family sent it from Greece.” He sipped his cup, tail wagging furiously behind him. He was so happy he couldn’t hold it in.
You sighed in pleasure, relaxed from a handful of orgasms. The coffee was just icing on the cake. “Is that how all werewolves do it.”
“Maybe. Everyone is different.” he sipped his coffee. “Technically, the courtship is supposed to end with me taking you into the woods. But in Greece when we find a mate, we go swimming in the ocean then make love in a tent.”
“Well, we can always try both.” You said with a smirk. His tail started wagging violently, almost knocking pillows off the bed.
The Australian Ballet is doing Alice in Wonderland again and on one hand I’ve seen it before, and on the other, their Queen of Hearts has my favourite costume in anything every
I saw this again on Tuesday so here are some things I’d forgotten about:
This is the only Alice adaptation I’ve ever seen that doesn’t cut the caucus race
The mad hatter wears taps throughout and it’s so jarring and surprising it’s perfect
The executioner shadows almost everyone who dances with the Queen
Lewis Carroll is a character in the ballet and becomes the white rabbit who leads Alice into wonderland which is bad and wrong because Carroll is the dodo but does work very well
They started dropping rose petals from the ceiling onto the audience when Alice looked through the door to the garden and it was utterly magic
The Cheshire Cat is made of about 10 different puppets that dance around the stage
Which reminds me Alice is styled after Alice Liddell rather than the John Tenniel illustrations
I don’t think the king of hearts actually dances he just wanders around looking confused
Corbeau (misspelled as Corriveau in the leaks but way too close to be taken as coincidence) seems to specialize in poison types, we don't see his ace here, but the leaks allege that it's Mega Scolipede
Mabel, girl, what are you doing here? The leaks did say she would be the new Professor, which is like ???? Of all people???? She attempted genocide! She's not even trying to hide her Flare associations with the Team Flare fucking gamer chair????
Emma! It's good to see you again! 🥺
And I like how Mega Dragonite incorporates Dragonair's features.
Edit, updated character info:
One powerful Pokémon Trainer you’ll face in a promotion match is the intimidating Corbeau. While he may be participating as an individual competitor in the Z-A Royale, he also leads the menacing Rust Syndicate. Corbeau specializes in using Poison-type Pokémon during battle, and he seems to be up to his own business in Lumiose City.
Mable is the acting director of the Pokémon Research Lab. Since the urban redevelopment plan began, the number of Pokémon in Lumiose City has surged. Mable is researching the habits of these Pokémon and is looking into the reason for their growing numbers. Mable has a lot of research to keep up with, so she seeks your help in her investigation. As part of this research, you’ll register a variety of Pokémon to your Pokédex by catching or evolving them. At times, you’ll obtain Mega Stones, allowing you to register Mega-Evolved Pokémon to your Mega Evolution Pokédex. You’ll assist Emma by tracking down missing Pokémon, locating lost items, and even taking part in the occasional Pokémon battle! Work alongside Pokémon to solve the problems of people both young and old in Lumiose City.
Emma inherited the head role at her detective agency in Lumiose. She’s the city’s best detective—not to mention a fierce Pokémon Trainer—but that doesn’t mean she couldn’t use a little help. You’ll assist Emma by tracking down missing Pokémon, locating lost items, and even taking part in the occasional Pokémon battle! Work alongside Pokémon to solve the problems of people both young and old in Lumiose City.
“What do you mean werewolf?” You blurted out as your landlord sat there calmly, smiling at you with a knowing look. You couldn’t believe your ears, hell, you were still reeling from the dead deer on your porch!
“You’ve seen the movies, right?” Mrs. Locklear asked, stirring a cup of tea. “Oh, surely a girl your age has read Twilight,” she laughed. “That book is bullshit by the way. I’ve met vampires and they certainly aren’t like that. Oh and don’t get me started on the werewolf shenanigans in there.”
“Mrs. Locklear!” You gasped out to interrupt her ramblings. “Yes, I know what a werewolf is. But that’s just stories! Like…vikings or something came up with those stories. Right?”
“Oh certainly some of the earliest tales of werewolves come from old viking tales. Lots of vikings probably were.” She took a sip of her tea, which you had made before she arrived with shaking hands. “There’s stories of us from all over the world. How could that not be real?”
You grasped your chest. “Us?”
Mrs. Locklear was close to taking another sip before she stopped. “Well, shucks, my bad. Don’t be afraid of me. I’m just an old lesbian. Nothing mean about me except my stance.”
You looked her up and then down. She was far from being a frail older woman. How old could she be? Sixty? Maybe late fifties? No! That’s not what matters, she’s a werewolf!
“How many of you are there?” You felt like you were being squeezed like a dog toy every time you spoke.
“Well, I can’t recall the last tally we did. So many folks have moved in the past few years. Damn covid just about chased all the Northerners here.” She thought a moment more. “Granted, this town was formed as a werewolf safe haven.”
Your eyes could have bulged out of your head. “Please, Mrs. Locklear,” you decided to try bargaining. “Tell me you’re pulling my leg and a deer just decided my porch was the best place to die.” You would do anything to be able to stay in Hearthway Hollow, you loved this place.You loved your job at the daycare. You had thought just this morning how you could stay here forever! The rent was affordable to where you could live on your own, which could never happen anywhere else. The people were nice! Oh god, the people. The werewolves!
Mrs. Locklear put her hand on your shoulder. “There’s nothing to be afraid of. Lots of people here go through this. And us werewolves are just like you, save for being furry once in a while.”
“You said a werewolf left that…deer on my porch.” You pointed towards the sliding glass door which had become one of your favorite parts of your new home. “Why would it do that? Is it a threat?”
Mrs. Locklear smiled. “It’s a declaration of love, actually.”
Your jaw went slack and you had to take a step away to brace yourself at the kitchen table. “How is a dead deer supposed to do that?”
“Look, it’s just a simple tradition here. It’s showing that they want to provide for you and are capable of doing so. Any minute now the local butcher shop will come to take the deer and process it into meat you can cook with. If you don’t want it, they will donate it.” She took another sip of tea. “Also, tell me where you bought this tea!”
“A relative in Vietnam,” you sputtered out. Your head was reeling, spinning. How were you supposed to go to work like this? First it was a dead deer. Now it was werewolves and something about love.
“You’re lucky,” Mrs. Locklear said.
You stared at her in disbelief.
She smirked. “Not many people get courted by a werewolf, you know?”
Somehow, you went into work, managing to put a bright face on for the kids. It was fingerpaints day, and everyone was excited. You got everyone dressed in cute little smocks and sat outside where the concrete slab wouldn’t be harmed by the spilled and excess paint.
“So, are you still enjoying the job?” Julian asked. He was one of the other teachers at the daycare. He was handsome, sweet, and so gentle.
“Yes!” You exclaimed. “This has been, oh my gosh, probably my most favorite job ever,” you said, beaming with pride. “I can’t thank you enough for hiring me.”
Julian beamed right back. “We were so excited to have you here, and the kids like you too.” His eyes cut over to the tables where a kid was complaining about how messy their hands were. “Would you mind going and getting the water buckets?” He asked.
“No problem!” You cheered. “How many do you think we’ll need?”
“How about five. Three kids to a bucket.”
You gave him a thumbs up. “You got it!” You went off towards the shed, stepping out from the shade of the gazebo.
“I was wondering what the noise was.”
You lurched then let out a laugh. “Oh, Kayden.” You breathe with relief while clutching your chest. “You startled me.”
His stoic expression had not once changed since you started working here. His thick brow was set in stone, and his full lips were placed in a permanent half scowl half pensive line.
He bowed his head at you. “I’m a silent walker. I used to scare my mother.”
“I’m sure,” you chuckled. “And yeah, it’s finger paint day!” You said this with a sing-songy tone, like you were still talking to the kids.
Kayden had a handful of jobs at the daycare. His family owned the property so he was part groundskeeper, security, and janitor. He was a jack of all trades to say.
“You wouldn’t think most teachers would be that excited about a mess like this,” he murmured.
“But look how happy the kids are! Not only that, they really let loose and show their creativity. Isn’t that exciting?”
His dark eyes looked you up and down. “I never much liked it as a kid myself.”
You stared at him shocked. “Never?”
He held up his gloved hand and wagged his fingers. It was the closest you had seen him get to playfulness. “I’ve always had a thing with getting my hands dirty. I don’t mind hard work, I just prefer to keep my hands clean is all.”
You leaned closer to him. “Then what did you like as a child?”
His eyes darted aside. “Eating crayons apparently,” he grumbled. “At least that’s what my mother says.”
You tried to keep from laughing, but a giggle escaped from behind your hand. Kayden’s eyes darted back to you and something of a smile appeared.
“What do you need in the shed?” he asked. “I’ll get it for you.”
You were still trying to keep from laughing, but you were bursting. “Buckets,” you sputtered. “For water so the kids can splash around and wash their hands so it’ll make clean up fun.” You said with a bright smile on your face.
“Are you always so chipper?”
The question kind of stung. You tended to keep up a cheery attitude to keep people at bay. If you are happy and sunny no one pays much attention or asks too many questions. “Am I?” You asked, trying to play it off.
“It seems that way. Don’t worry, I’ll go get some buckets for you.” He turned away before you could really see if he was smiling or not.
The paintings were left out to dry, and the buckets of water were used to water the planters all around the daycare. You were wiping down tables while the kids napped, excited for the snack you’d have when you were done. The thought of werewolves was an almost distant thing. Until it wasn’t.
You stalled, looking out towards the woods behind the daycare. You swallowed, thinking that some massive, bloodthirsty creature was watching you from the shadows. Wide, glowing eyes peering at you, wanting you.
“I can help with that.”
You yelped then sighed. “Kayden! You should wear a bell.”
“Sorry,” he murmured.
You shook your head, laughing at how afraid you had been. “Sorry. I’m just a little shaky today.”
His brow furrowed ever so slightly.
You sat down at one of the picnic tables. “I woke up to a pretty frightening sight this morning.”
He was still silent.
You glanced back towards him. “What do you think about werewolves?”
“Not where I expected this conversation to go.” He stuffed his gloved hands into his pockets.
Was he one of them? You thought to yourself. Was Kayden a werewolf? Big, tall, Kayden with the beautiful, wavy chestnut hair. He was lean, but always wore baggy coveralls to hide his form. Then his skin, his lovely skin. You had been wanting to ask him what he used for it, but had been too afraid to.
“You’ll hear a lot of stories about them around these parts.” His eyes darted off into the distance. “Not much you can do to escape it here.”
“Apparently,” you grumbled under your breath. You reached into your apron, taking out the apple in the large front pocket. You picked at the skin before taking a small bite.
“An apple? You really are a teacher.”
You covered your mouth while you chew. “I like them, okay? Don’t tease me about it.”
There it was again, something that could have been a smile, but maybe it wasn’t. “I’ll take care of the tables. You enjoy your break.”
“I don’t mind helping.” You tried to follow after him, but he made you sit back down while he washed off the tables.
Once home you busied yourself with tidying up and washing your hair. Anything to keep your mind off that big glass door. You took to your bedroom, painting your nails and toenails while music played. You heard something rustling, as if dragging through the forest.
You watched your door, which was slightly cracked to where you could see outside the glass door. The motion lights came on and you jumped to your feet. For some reason, you went towards the door. For another inexplicable reason, you slid open the glass door.
The creature was hunched over, trying to pull something along the gravel driveway. It turned around, ears perked up, brown coat bristling along the back neck as it looked at you.
Werewolf!
You froze in fear, unsure why you had been so bold as to come outside.
The werewolf dropped its next gift, which you didn’t even want to focus on. You exclaimed a curse word under your breath as you met the werewolf’s eyes.
“I don’t eat a lot of meat!” You blurted out, once again like you were being squeezed. “I’m barely a cook at all.” You bit your lip. “I donated the deer. I'm sorry.”
The werewolf was frozen in the headlights of your eyes, he’d be caught and he wasn’t sure what to do.
You pointed to what it had been dragging. “What’s that?”
The werewolf’s ears flattened down and he turned away from you, looking down at his feet. “Apples.”
You furrowed your brow. “What?”
He stepped aside, showing you the large burlap bag. “Apples.”
Your mouth opened slightly then closed. “I…I can’t possibly eat that many.” You stepped down towards him. “Did you pick those at Hyacinth farm? That’s miles down the road!”
He nodded.
You were trying your best not to shake. “I do really like apples though. G-good guess. I’ll enjoy them all the same.”
The werewolf was quiet.
You were also quiet.
“Sorry,” he muttered again. “About the deer.”
You bit your lip. “It’s okay. If that’s tradition, I get it. My family has some weird ones.” You then motioned to your door. “Would you like some tea?”
He went quiet again, avoiding eye contact with you.
“I prefer talking to get to know someone who…wants to court me, so to speak,” you laughed nervously. “For starters, what’s your name?”
His tail wagged slightly before curling around his leg. “I’m a bit embarrassed to say.” he followed you, stepping inside and bowing his head to avoid hitting the top of the door.
“Do I know you already?” You asked as you reached for the kettle.
The werewolf looked around, his eyes darting back and forth as he took in your home. He eventually stilled, focusing on you. His eyes looked familiar. You stared at him a bit too long and looked away embarrassed.
“Maybe it’s best I don’t know anyways,” you huffed. “It’s really sweet you’re trying to court me. If it wasn’t so shocking I would be flattered. But it’s okay, you don’t have to do this.”
His eyes flicked up. “What do you mean?”
You fidgeted in place, looking down at the ground. The paint on your toes had gotten smudged when you jumped up. “You don’t have to court me. I mean, it’s a lot of effort. Killing deer, picking apples.” You looked back up and forced out a laugh. “I’m not worth all that!”
He looked at you, his gaze serious and a bit ominous. “Not worth it?”
“You know,” you scoffed, trying to play it off. “There’s better people out there. People who love werewolves.”
His eyes were still sharp. His silence was creeping on you.
You swallowed. “What do you even like about me?”
He snorted. “I wouldn’t be doing this if I didn’t have a lot to like about you. The first time I smelled you, I knew. Your scent is soft and warm, it’s comforting. From there, I found so many things I liked about you. Your hair, your smile. Beyond that, it’s-” His large paw covered his chest and his fingers gripped. “I want to be near you all the time.”
Your heart fluttered. “No. Really?” You murmured.
His eyes were sharp again. “You put up a guard of cheeriness. It’s a wall.”
You shut your mouth tight and grabbed the hem of your shirt.
“No one has to worry if you’re always smiling. Right?” The werewolf stepped towards you. “No one gets too close when they think you’re friendly.”
“So? I am friendly!”
“And you are.” He reached out, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “But you use it as a shield rather than a magnet.”
The werewolf dropped his hand. “If you want me to stop, I will.”
You swallowed and jumped when the kettle whistled. You caught your breath and grabbed two mugs from the counter. “Can’t we just talk? Maybe if we do, you’ll make up your own mind.”
The werewolf scoffed. His gaze was gentle, and that almost hurt the most. “Fine. This isn’t how the courtship is supposed to go. But for you, I’ll do anything.”
Your heart skipped and you had to avoid his eyes to keep from blushing. “You don’t need to go that far,” you replied. “But, I’ve not had company over since I moved. Aside from Mrs. Locklear anyways.”
“How are you liking it?” He asked.
“Oh, it’s wonderful.” You went on to talk about your love of the town. That then led to some idle chat about childhood and the like. You discussed your favorite toys as kids. Both of you had at one point collected Pokemon cards. Yours was sold while you were away at summer camp one year.
When you woke up in the morning you were in bed. Clothed but comfortable in bed. “Must have fallen asleep talking,” you grumbled. You got out of bed and changed out of your old clothes.
After a quick shower, you went into the kitchen. Through the glass door, you saw a cardboard box sitting on the porch.
“Did he leave something else?” You murmured as you stepped outside. You opened the box, finding an old binder covered in various stickers. Inside was a large collection of pokemon cards.
“Oh my gosh!” You gasped.
You spent the Saturday morning going through the cards, reminiscing and genuinely enjoying yourself. You had so many of the same cards, even a special page just for rares to show off. There were also old toys that you went through, happily setting them up in a line on your coffee table.
“I can’t believe he gave me these. This is amazing!” You squealed with excitement, still finding another binder at the bottom. Then your stomach began growling and you made something to eat, having got lost in the nostalgia of everything.
“One last thing,” you sighed, content with a fresh pot of tea and a steaming mug. You took out the last binder, finding it had a bunch of old drawings inside with the cards. The werewolf had attempted to make his own pokemon cards, which was amazingly cute.
One drawing had a signature. Your heart pounded. The werewolf’s name. You were used to reading and translating kid scratch, it wouldn’t be hard for you to make out. You looked away for a moment processing if you wanted such knowledge. You looked back, because of course now you wanted to know.
“You’re kidding!” You yelled to yourself as you held the childhood picture up. You made a quick call to Mrs. Locklear while getting out of pajamas. You then raced out of the house, following Mrs. Locklear’s directions.
Soon, you were standing outside a bright red door of the A frame. The place looked small, even smaller than your place.
Then the door opened.
Kayden sleepily blinked at you a few times. “What are you doing here?” He had on an open hoodie and not much else.
You handed Kayden the drawing from his Pokemon collection. “I really like Mewtwo too.” You stiffened your shoulders, trying to avoid eye contact with his hairy masculine chest.
“Shit,” Kayden grumbled as he looked at the page. “This uhm…this isn’t how the courtship is supposed to go.”
You held up the second thing you brought with you, coffee from the local cafe. “You could have told me!”
“Yeah but tradition is-”
“I like you Kayden!” You blurted out, unable to contain it anymore.
Kayden was silent then again, he was usually always that way so it shouldn’t have been a surprise.
“I like you,” you repeated, slower and softer. You realized it was your first time admitting that to anymore. You always held it in, always happier to be protected from anything too strong. Attachment was hard.
“On my first day at the daycare,” you continued, wanting to keep that strength up. “One of the hamsters died. It was hard and I was given the task of dealing with it while the others talked to the kids. You helped me make a little grave for it. Even though it was really silly.”
Kayden shook his head.
“You didn’t say a word. You helped me. You even found the most perfect little box-” Your voice caught in your throat. “You didn’t need to court me or hunt or anything. I just…I just like talking to you.”
Kayden’s expression changed. For the first time since you met him, his brows moved, his mouth changed. He had this sweet, youthful puppy dog look. His eyes melted your heart. He brought you into a tight embrace against his bare chest. Right! He was practically half naked. Despite that, you hugged him in return.
“Sorry,” he pulled away reluctantly. “I’ve barely slept at all.”
“I kept you up. And you went and got your pokemon collection.” You smiled at him, hoping he knew how much it meant. “If you’re tired. I can go.”
He shook his head. “No. I want to spend time with you. Come in, please.” He stepped aside, letting you into his home.
The A frame had a high ceiling, but there was a loft at the top. The entrance led into a kitchenette and laundry room where dark clothes were shoved and piled into a basket.
“I haven’t had a chance to really clean yet today.” Kayden tried hiding the mess in the sink.
“It’s okay. I came over uninvited.” You blushed, smiling up at him.
“The living room is nice. I did fall asleep in there though.” He took you to the next portion of the main floor where a living room was set up. His television was on, but quiet, displaying a rather cutesy looking anime. He quickly turned that off.
“Your place is cozy.”
“That’s how I prefer things,” he muttered. He cleared off a blanket from the couch. “Sit down.” He then took the little carry case of drinks from you. “I can make something to eat if you’re hungry.”
“I’m fine,” You replied.
You never expected to see Kayden of all people flustered. But he was. He looked so much more boyish now.
“I guess it is late in the day for most people.” He took a seat beside you.
Warmth spread up through your cheeks. “Thanks for putting me to bed last night. Sorry I fell asleep on you.”
He had a smile on his face. “Actually it was nice. I held you for a little bit when you fell asleep on me.” His cheeks got darker. “I didn’t want you to be uncomfortable though.”
“I’m surprised how much I-” You hesitated, realizing now how close you both were. You looked up into his eyes. “How comfortable I am around you.”
He smiled again. Reaching out and touching your face, cupping his large, warm hand over your cheek. That smile was almost too much. After seeing him steel-faced for so long, it was like meeting a new person. He didn’t look any different, but he felt like a fuller version of the Kayden you came to like.
“Is it okay if I kiss you?” He asked, his cheeks growing even darker. “And, if I do kiss you, just know, there may be more than one.”
Your insides squirmed with excitement. “Sure.”
His lips were gentle at first, soft and light. He smelled like pine trees and cold air with a hint of spicy deodorant. Your lips parted with a gasp and he pressed closer. His lips were firmer, his grip was tightening. His hands moved down, caressing your neck and shoulder before resting on your hip.
Something was happening to you. It was sudden and powerful, claiming a tight hold of your senses. It was like hunger, but much deeper. You gasped again and his arm coiled around your waist, pulling you in even more to his body. Your palm grasped his chest and his heartbeat was hammering into your palm.
Your eyes met for the briefest of moments and then, next thing you knew, you were bent over the back of the sofa, your clothes disheveled and pushed up, your hair pulled from the messy bun. Kayden’s hands were fiercely gripping your hips while his nose and tongue were buried inside you, slurping, feasting.
Oh my god! You thought loud in your mind. How did you get here?
Kayden snarled, nipping your thighs. “So soft.” he kissed. “So wet for me.” He let out a raspy chuckle. “This perfect little ass.” His fingers groped, squeezing you. “I can’t believe I’m touching it.” He nibbled on your cheek, licking then biting again.
You got there so fast. It was like your body took over and acted on it’s own accord, overriding any overthinking your brain might have had. You were shocked, but you were enjoying it more than you thought.
“Pretty girl.” Kayden was rising up, kissing up your bare back. “Beautiful.” He kissed along your spine then bit your ribs. There was fur against you, powerful claws holding your hips. The werewolf was out.
“Hmm.” Kayden moaned as he stood up. “Spread your thighs a little more for me.”
You did so, meekly glancing over your shoulder to see if he approved. You watched him shiver, his tongue dart along his sharp teeth.
“Good girl,” he growled. “You’re so obedient.” His grin grew. “I like that, especially here.” he came closer to you, petting your rear. Something warm and hard grinded up against your thigh. “Fuck, I love how soft you are. You smell so good too.”
Oh! Oh! Your mind was spinning. Whatever was against your thigh was…big! Maybe too big? You’d not really gotten to try anything…big. But this was-
Trying to glance back to see what was there, you were greeted by another kiss. Kayden bit and nibbled your lip, lapping your tongue with his. “You taste good everywhere,” he snarled between heavy breaths.
“Kayden,” you whimpered.
“I know, I know.” His hand curled around, groping your breasts. “You need me right?” he moaned, his cock slipping between your thighs. “This usually happens out in the woods. But I can’t control myself. You’re too cute. Too sweet. I need to fuck you now. You make me crazy and I love it so much.”
His words were too much. You buried your face against the couch pillows as Kayden’s cock slipped in and he appeared surprised by the ease at it.
“Fuck, how did you get even wetter?” He moaned into your ear. “How did you know I love a wet pussy like that? Good girl. Perfect girl.”
What was he trying to do to you?
“Can I breed you?” he growled into your ear, his grinding growing more intense. “I want to come in you. Fill you up. I want to see my seed dripping from that perfect pussy of yours.”
What? Your mind was screaming.
“Please,” he whimpered. “Let me breed you, my good girl.”
Your lips parted, mouth dry. “Come in me!” Who was that?
Kayden chuckled in your ear. “I knew you were going to be my good girl.” The tip of his cock tickled along your lips, then it was there, pressing inside. It was easy for him to slide in, to fill you, to make you cry out from surprise.
“Like that?” Kayden whispered. “Did it feel good?”
You whimpered, nodding.
“Werewolf cock, you can get addicted.” He pressed in deeper, reaching parts inside you that felt undiscovered.
“You whimper so cutely. Do it more.” He thrust so suddenly, almost knocking the breath out of you.
You moaned into the pillow, gasping for breath right after.
“Good girl,” he moaned. “There.” he grinded inside you and something was pressing at your mound. “Feel that? Feel my knot?”
His what?
“Once I thrust my fat knot into you, there’s no going back,” he growled. “Until I spill all my come inside you and breed that adorable pussy, there’s no stopping.”
Did you want to?
Kayden leaned into your ear. “Tell me, do you want that?”
“Yes,” you whined.
Kayden kissed you, turning your head back. “Good girl.” He pushed you down, pressing closer, tighter. His knot was thick as it slid in you. At first you weren’t sure it would fit. There was no way! Then pop. It was in place inside you.
Kayden’s fingers tensed on your body and he shuddered. “I’ve never knotted someone before. Fuck. It’s amazing! Your pussy makes me feel so good!”
He was deep inside, making your head spin and core pulse. It was too much, it wasn’t enough at all. He had you crying out, making you climax before you could even think. How he was able to keep going after that, you weren’t sure. But his stamina was unmatched.
The werewolf had you all over his ground floor. His couch, table, on the kitchen counter, even the washing machine. When it was his time to erupt you were balanced on the very edge of the washing machine, legs wrapped around his waist. He was snarling, grunting, his face contorting.
“Hurry,” you whispered. “Come inside me.”
He gnashed his teeth.
“Come for me,” you whispered again.
He locked eyes with you, thrusting harder and harder until he went still. His whole body tensed. He pulsed inside. The jerk of his cock made you shudder.
“Yes!” he hissed. “I’m breeding my mate!”
You were on the pill, it was all just for show. But holy hell was that even better than you expected!
Kayden panted, pulling you off the washing machine and laying you on the clothes below. He was still stuck to you as he cuddled you, nuzzling your soft hair then kissing your cheek.
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