Page 24 of Big Bad Wolf

I have to bite my cheek so that he can’t see my big shit-eating grin when he inevitably climbs off of me and looks at my face. Yeah. I did that. And, sure, he’s a virgin and I hate to even contemplate how long he’s been living alone in that weird cottage, but I’m pretty proud of how I got mine before giving him the best—and, okay, only—he’s ever had.

And that’s when I notice something really weird happening down below. He’s huge. I mean, duh. Wolf basically has a third leg and I’m kind of impressed I was able to take him as well as he thought I could. All of a sudden, though, it seems like part of him… down by the base of his dick where he’s still buried deep inside of me… is getting even bigger.

Not only that, but because he’s swelling, something is happening to me. I… I can’t get off of him. It’s like we’re stuck, the two of us locked together, and as I contract my vaginal muscles quickly, trying to figure out what the hell is going on, Wolf utters another groan before collapsing on top of me.

He’s careful enough that he takes us both to the dirt together. His broad chest and narrow hips serve as a blanket for my back, his body heat scalding me as he lays down on top of me—with his dick still stuck in me.

Welp, I wondered what could go wrong when I decided to fuck a half-wolf monster.

Looks like I just found out.

I wish I had my phone. Or a watch. Something. I’m only guessing how long it takes, but it’s at least fifteen, maybe twenty minutes before Wolf stops nuzzling my back and finally lifts up and off of me before jerking his hips, his spent dick finally sliding out of me.

Because I’m suddenly terrified that he’s going to shove it back in and I’m going to get stuck to him for another half an hour or something, I scramble up to my hands and knees before hurrying to my feet.

Wolf is still on the ground. Sitting there, a lazy yet satisfied smile curved around his fangs, he holds his hand out to me.

Uh-uh. No way.

Shoving my hair out of my face, letting the tangled mess settle down my sweaty back, I snap, “What the hell was that?”

From the way that Wolf laid sprawled out on top of me once he was finished, I kind of suspected that he went right to sleep after popping his cherry for the first time. I didn’t know how it worked for werewolves, but apart from nuzzling against me and rumbling softly, I didn’t think he was up to an interrogation as to why I couldn’t get away from his cock even after I’m damn sure he came inside of me.

Besides, up until he finally pulled out, I was suffering severe anxiety that we’d be stuck like that for good. He was a virgin, right? Maybe he didn’t even know that would happen, and I didn’t want to mess with his afterglow by demanding he rip himself out of me when he obviously couldn’t.

Now that we’re separated at last, I trip over my boots to put a good amount of distance between us before I point an accusatory finger at him, waiting for his reply.

With my other hand, I do my best to right the dress as best as I can to cover myself. The way that Wolf’s looking at me now… yeah, that’s probably a good idea.

He frowns when I don’t come any closer to him. “What was what?” he rumbles.

“Don’t play coy with me, Wolf.” I twirl my finger, circling his cock from a distance. “What the fuck was that? It… I don’t know… it, like, blew up inside me and we got stuck.”

He nods. “Yes. Wolf knows.”

I’m sorry? “What?!”

He shrugs, the gesture too human for this conversation. “It is what a cock does.” At my bewildered look, he adds, “During mating, a wolf’s knot ties him and his mate together so that she gets all of his seed. Wolf gave Red his, and his knot swelled inside her cunt so that it stayed where it belonged. In his mate. That way there will be pups some day.”

You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me. Set aside how proud Wolf looks to be explaining that to me. Oh, and the fact that I have no interest in procreating with a mythical wolf-man who lives in a forest who shouldn’t exist… I mean, thank God for birth control, right? But whether that’s something that happens here or not, I’ll tell you one thing.

“That is not how cocks work, Wolf.”

“Red—”

I ignore him. “No. I mean it. I’ve fucked plenty of cocks⁠—”

It’s Wolf’s turn to interrupt me with a growl as he leaps to his feet, his cock bobbing noticeably as—holy shit—it begins to harden again.

“Red is the only one who’s ever taken Wolf’s cock. She was made for it, the only one who could receive Wolf. Red is human. Wolf understands this. But if any other male touches his mate now that Wolf has claimed her, Wolf will…” He snaps his fangs before slashing his claws through the air in front of him.

Good going, Char. He’s the big, bad wolf, all right, and having sex with him when he’s convinced I’m his mate was a colossally stupid idea. Rubbing his face in the fact that I’m definitely not a virgin… another mistake. He’ll probably only get even more possessive over me, and I’m supposed to leave Blackmoor in less than two days.

Good thing that’s not a ‘today’ problem. I still have one more full day left in Blackmoor, and I had been beginning to think that it wouldn’t be so bad to spend it with Wolf, but after that weird locking thing that happened…

While we fucked, Wolf took me from behind. I wasn’t surprised, considering he’s, well, part wolf, but when he had me on my hands and knees as he stroked in and out of me, it was so easy to focus on the pleasure and ignore how different he is from any other man I’ve ever known. But then he swelled up inside of me, and he seems to think that’s perfectly normal, and now I’m pretty weirded out.

Even more because, if that hadn’t have happened, I’d probably be rubbing up against him, spurring him to get ready for round two.