Page 25 of Big Bad Wolf

What makes it worse is that Wolf… one look at the way his cock is stiffening at an impressive pace and it’s obvious that he is ready.

I hold up my hands, warding him off in case he gets any funny ideas.

“Back to the knot thing,” I say because no one can ever accuse Charlotte Linden of being subtle. So I’m changing the subject and, hopefully, distracting him. I’m still trying to figure out how exactly that thing works.

For a second, Wolf’s features sharpen as though he’s remembering how carelessly I mentioned all the other cocks I fucked, but then he takes a few careful steps toward me.

I suck in a breath, waiting to see what he’s going to do.

“Wolf can show you.”

A hollow laugh escapes me. “If that’s your way of asking me to bend over so that we can do that again, I’m good.”

He shakes his head, shaggy hair falling forward into his eyes. He shoves it roughly back before dropping his hand by his groin. “Wolf doesn’t need to mate to show Red his knot.”

Oh. In that case… wait. What?

I find out what Wolf means a moment later when he grips his cock and slowly, leisurely, seductively begins to jerk-off.

And me, being the not-so-well-adjusted slut that I am, I watch the practiced motion of his hand, fucking mesmerized.

The rasp of his palm against the skin. The way his breath quickens, and my pulse pounds. His eyes locked on me, my gaze stuck on his monster dick as his claws touch, keeping them away from his skin as he works his arm.

My mouth fills my moisture. I swallow before wiping the corner of my lips with my thumb. Shit. There’s something so erotically intoxicating about the way that Wolf handles himself without an ounce of shame. In fact, he looks like he’s getting more pleasure at the way that I’m reacting to him masturbating out in the woods than the act itself.

“Can Red see?” Wolf growls. “Look. Here.” He lets go of his cock for a second, pointing at the slightly bulbous growth ringing the base of his dick where it connects to his groin. It’s fucking amazing how, for such a furry creature, I have more hair on my genitals than he does. No pubic hair or fur at all near his groin, making his dick seem even larger in comparison without a bush.

I guess I understand why now. If there was anything there, it might interfere with the knot forming in the exact spot. This way, I can see it as it slowly grows, but I don’t understand how that tiny difference managed to keep me tied to Wolf for as long as it did.

And then he says, “Keep watching, Red. She must watch her Wolf.”

I’m watching, and maybe that was a mistake because I’m so focused on his dick that I don’t really understand how he goes from being over there to right next to me until he’s so close, I could finish the job for him if I wanted.

I don’t. I keep my hands to myself as Wolf digs his paws into the earth, quickening his pace until his big body shudders and jets of off-white semen come splurting out of the end of his dick.

He turns from me, spraying on the dirt in one direction. With a spin, still stroking himself, he sends some in the opposite direction.

And then, before I can react, he faces me, sending the last of his jizz right in the middle of the crumpled black nightie.

“What the fuck?” I blurt out, stunned that he just made it a point to come on me.

“Wolf’s knot,” he says proudly, letting his hands settle at his side while his dick still points at me.

Okay. I see what he means. It doesn’t quite look like there’s a donut under his skin, but it’s close. That’s how big the knot became as soon as he orgasmed, which makes sense when I realize we didn’t get stuck until he finished inside of me.

But now he finished on me.

I gesture angrily at it. “Yeah, great. Wonderful. But what the fuck was that?”

Wolf drops down to a crouch in front of me, his dick still bobbing way too enticingly. He reaches out, using the side of his thumb to rub his spunk into the fabric.

“Piss marks Wolf’s territory, warning other beasts away. Seed does it, too, and now all beasts will know that Red belongs to Wolf.”

My eyes flutter closed as I resist the urge to scream.

Did I honestly forget for even a moment that Wolf wasn’t a fucking wolf?

Yeah. Never again.