She was currently quite mad at him. But more than that, she was horribly mad at herself.
At least, she was sure she would be if she had the energy.
They were supposed to talk about what had happened the night before. About how being knotted - knotted - by him apparently made things rather more permanent than she had anticipated. At least as far as he was concerned? Maybe? Or was it more than just a conscious choice and instead something, well, more?
She had so many questions. . .
And she'd fully intended to ask those questions, not intending to let him touch her again until she had answers.
Yeah, that didn't go as planned.
She moaned, utterly wrung out, feeling like not a single muscle in her body had strength enough to move even if she'd wanted them to. And grimaced as the broad chest beneath her cheek jostled her: he was chuckling!
The smug bastard. . .
She grumbled in response, making her feelings very clear even as she struggled not to squirm where she was sprawled across his torso. She was very certain she wouldn't be able to bear another release just yet, and with a knot the size of her fist once again locking his cock inside her? Impossibly thick and still very much hard and pulsing, with her still far too overstimulated? It would be inevitable no matter that the initial inferno of lust had finally banked. Her inner walls fluttered weakly around him, unable to to properly still, overly sensitive and stretched to the limits as she was. Her trembling thighs clamped weakly around his hips, trying to wordlessly get him to stay laying precisely where he was and stop moving.
Thankfully, he took her hint, his chuckles quieting with a satisfied sigh, his arms curling around her. She bit back a huff, struggling to keep her aggravation with him alive despite how inexplicably comfortable she suddenly was.
So much for talking it out.
Although. . .
He was now very much not going anywhere. After all, inexorably lodged between her legs as he was?
He was just as stuck as she was.
She took her cue when her core finally stopped quaking and the tingle beneath her skin finally faded. He frowned, scowling up at her as she pulled out of his arms to sit carefully perched straddling his hips, determinedly ignoring the way her entrance stung at the movement and her cervix twinged at the reminder that his cock was still pressed against it - she was rather limited with how far she could move, after all.
She scowled, mildly annoyed that the knot had so efficiently limited her movement.
But she was willing to work with what she had.
Her eyes narrowed on him, her hands fisting on her hips as she glared down at him.
"Ready to talk now?" He barked out a chuckle at her dry question. Mercifully, the desperate need that had landed them in their current predicament - again, she silently corrected irritably - had cooled significantly, even if the predicament technically had yet to resolve. Though the sight of his impressive torso flexing and the feel of his cock shifting within her as he did momentarily threatened to derail her thoughts, her body had, for the most part, adjusted to the over-stretched sensation between her legs.
It was a close call, though: finally clearing though her mind was, she did have an impressively large cock still proudly buried in her core that her body was very much aware of. She was only human.
Unlike the man beneath her.
"About?"
"You know perfectly well, what."
He grinned, actually grinned, smoothing his large hands up her legs to her hips, caressing and massaging until they met her fists. She squirmed, instinctively spreading her legs wider and pressing herself more firmly atop his hips to settle him more comfortably within her. He groaned, teeth gritting and abdomen flexing as his cock twitched hopefully.
"You said coming on your cock would make me yours. What did you mean?" she ground out. Though the grin that tugged at his lips was smug and the hitch of his shoulder dismissive, his eyes very much were not.
They positively smouldered.
"Exactly what it sounds like." She swallowed thickly at the low, husky tone belying the dismissive reply.
"And if I wasn't looking for a mate?" she bit back. And immediately cursed how breathy and uncertain her voice had come out. His brow rose, his skepticism painfully clear.
His shoulder hitched again. His thumbs had started circling her hips lazily, threatening to drag her focus from their conversation.
"Got one now."
She tugged her hands away from his, crossing her arms over her chest. "And what, exactly, does that mean." He peered up at her, his eyes narrowing and his head tilting as he considered her.
"It means you're mine." She fought not to shiver at the dark, possessive growl even as she bristled defensively. His fingers tightened on her hips, his grip hard enough to bruise. "And I'm yours." And the angry denial that had been building in her chest evaporated instantly. Though the intensity of his first pronouncement hadn't faded, the easy sincerity of the his second left her stunned. . . and abruptly uncertain.
It also had a peculiar, longing warmth blooming in her heart that had little to do with their current state of physical intimacy. Unbidden, her arms uncrossed, her hands dropping to his muscular forearms.
"You're assuming I want that," she said weakly, a lingering spark of denial making a last valiant to stave off what was quickly starting to feel inevitable.
Appealingly inevitable.
He snorted, looking pointedly down where they were joined with a smug smirk. And she was suddenly trying very hard not to think about how dark his eyes had been the night before when they'd met hers over her pubic bone as he'd eaten her out. . .
. . . or how mesmerizing it had been to watch his glistening cock rapidly sliding in and out of her while his strong hands spread her legs wide around his waist. . .
. . . or the way she'd clawed and writhed beneath him as he'd pushed his swelling knot into her for the second time in as many days, desperately craving it even as she'd babbled that it was too much. A flush rose to her cheeks as she remembered the deep scratches she'd painted all over his back in effort to haul him tighter against her that had demonstrated just how much she'd wanted it.
Yeah, it seemed pretty clear that she wanted that side of it with the large werewolf beneath her.
Just as she was starting to realized she craved the other side of it - of him - just as much.
And dammit, heat wasn't beginning to pool in her core again to join the swelling affection that suddenly had the potential to become something much more making her chest feel suddenly tight.
The idea of him becoming a fixture in her life? Of falling asleep and waking up in his arms every day for the rest of her life - because somehow she knew that without having to ask. Of laughing and arguing and eventually loving him? Of building a future with him?
The idea of one day making children together?
She swallowed thickly, suddenly reminded of the way he'd growled against her ear about wanting to see her heavy with the pups he was going to fuck into her as she'd shattered around his forming knot.
She frowned as peculiar swirl of dread and anticipation suddenly twisted in the hollow of her stomach. She fixed him with a narrow-eyed glare, once again bracing her fist on her hips and trying very hard to mask the panic looming in the back of her mind. Because the more she thought about it, the more she realized there was a very real chance.
Appealing though the idea was, she was very much not ready for that yet.
"I'd better not be pregnant."
He shrugged again. "Probably not." She was torn between scowling and rolled her eyes. He really was a man of few words.
"Probably not?" she grit out, her tone demanding elaboration.
"Only way to guarantee it would be to breed you during a Full Moon. Pretty unlikely any other time."
"During a. . ." She suddenly felt faint, a vision of being mounted by the massive wolf form he took once a month playing in her mind's eye.
It was at once horrifying and horrifyingly arousing.
The way her mouth went dry and her core suddenly throbbed needily attested to that.
His deep, throaty chuckle drew her sharply back to the present.
"Don't worry, Pet," he soothed despite the arousal very clearly thickening his voice. His hands slid from her hips to her fists, gently coaxing them to loosen. He then tugged one of her hands down to trace the base of his knot where it rested just within her entrance, "Gotta get you used to this, first." His grin was positively feral, his teeth gleaming in a way that eerily evoked his wolf's fangs.
She swatted his hand away. She wasn't ready for any more of that just yet.
Not quite.
"How much longer," she ground out, struggling to keep the moan from her voice. He valiantly tried to suppress his grin, surprisingly not commenting on how plainly not aggravated she was.
Her sudden filthy thoughts about his wolf and her slowly renewing arousal aside, there was something unexpectedly satisfying about having him firmly lodged between her legs in his current state, even when it temporarily subsided to a mildly uncomfortable tightness. His tilted his head in consideration as he looked down to their joined hips.
"Not long now," he finally decided, recapturing her hands and threading her fingers with his. She didn't fight him. "I'm done spilling and you're no longer screaming out my name every time I move inside you. A couple more hours at most." She fixed him with an unimpressed look, scowling.
"Oh, only a couple more hours?" she scoffed acerbically, but there was no heat to it. He chuckled and tugged on their interlaced fingers.
"Enough time for a nap," he rumbled, his eyes already half-lidded. She couldn't help but agree. The need for rest was beginning to muddle her thoughts once again.
Waiting out a knot was far more exhausting than she'd anticipated.
Stifling a groan at the renewed stretch where the joined, she let him help her lower back down to sprawl across his broad chest. And despite his involuntary groan and her body's own answering tingle at the prod of his cock deliciously deep within her, She let the comforting feel of his arms curling around her lull her into a doze.
Sure enough, as he'd predicted, within two hours his knot had reduced and his softening cock finally pulled free with a soft, wet pop and a sticky rush of his spend.
Unfortunately, the pair of them were far too deeply asleep to notice.