Page 30 of Below the Shadow of the City

Maddox leans in close and his fangs brush against the shell of my ear. “Are you willing to let me take the lead here?”

“By all means.” I can barely get the words out without them sounding like a needy whine. I’m trying to play it cool but I’m failing miserably. Stupid hormones betraying me.

“I need a yes, Sigrid.” He growls my name.

“Yes. Fuck yes.” His grip around me tightens with my answer and I tremble.

In any other circumstance being pinned down by a beast as large as he is would be something from a horror movie, but instead it’s the hottest thing I’ve experienced in my twenty eight years thus far.

Feeling the heat from his core, smelling his all encompassing pine scent, and sensing his erection pushing through his jeans as he grinds against my waist is about the hottest thing I’ve experienced. Even the sensation of his dull claws pricking my skin as he holds tight onto me sends a strange pleasure straight between my legs.

Two clawed fingers slide my jeans down my thighs as he lets out ragged growls that he’s trying to stifle by biting his lip. All night, Maddox has been a perfect gentleman, kind, sweet, upstanding. But this animal that’s slipping through is so fucking arousing. My stomach is twisting, my underwear is soaked through, as are my jeans that he casts aside before burrowing his head into my thighs. He’s hungry. Wanting. Exactly like I am.

The roughness of his tongue felt delicious when we were kissing, but as it drags across my thin cotton underwear it brings about a nearly unbearable pleasure that. I lean into his claws digging into my skin, the pain swirling with pleasure in the best possible way.

I hear a ripping of fabric and feel a cool breeze between my legs. I prop myself up slightly as I watch Maddox’s head emerge from between my thighs and fling the small piece of fabric across the room. “Did you—did you just rip off my underwear with your teeth?” I pant.

Maddox cocks his head to the side. “It seemed like the quickest way to get them off of you,” he emits a sound that’s a combination of a laugh and growl. “Now lay back down,” he waves me off and I oblige.

“So good,” he groans, muffled by my thighs. His tongue loops around the swollen cherry of my clit and sucks with a reverence like it’s his last meal. The heat of him between my legs is almost too much to bear, my thighs are already trembling from his ragged breathing and fervent licks. The tip of his nose presses into my clit and every time he moves his face against me it sends fireworks to that little bundle of nerves.

My hands splay across his bedspread while I search for a place to rest them. My hands desperately grasp for something, anything. His headboard is hilariously flat against the brick wall and made of wood more expensive than I could likely fathom. My eyes flash to him, he grunts a smile and his eyes warm to mine. I track them to the top of his skull, where nature-made handlebars are sticking out. I couldn’t…could I?

They’re not too far above his shoulders, and I mean, they’re kind of perfect.

“Grab ‘em,” he briefly grunts when he emerges from my core, watching my eyes flick back and forth between them and his eyes. Save a horse, ride his face.

I wrap my hands around their base. They’re cold to the touch, which I find myself surprised by, not that I have any experience gripping horns. I hook my legs over his shoulders, spreading them apart further. He tilts his head back in bliss and partially pulls me with it. I’m quaking with bliss as he tastes every millimeter of me, his tongue thrusting deeper than anyone’s has.

Coursing over me in hot waves, I orgasm. Whimpering moans escape me without any control, and I twitch and shake and sob like I’ve never been touched before. Maddox crawls on top of me, letting his body drag over mine. He braces a knee on either side of me and grabs the sides of my face, pulling me into a kiss. I taste the remnants of myself on his lips.

“I’d give you the moon right now if it means I get to keep seeing you like this. God, Sigrid, you’re going to be my downfall.” He whispers and brushes my flushed cheek with the tip of his claw. “So tell me, what do you want?”

“You,” I shakily say, still coming down from the orgasm. “I want all of you.”

“I’ve been dying to hear you say that,” he growls. “Ever since I heard your voice the night we met you’ve been haunting me.”

He stands before me and I’m aching for even the smallest touch from him. My hips involuntarily twitch in his direction, I need him so badly it’s painful. He snarls and pulls his shirt off in one swift motion. His chest is covered in the same dark fur that spreads across the rest of him, but is notably shorter here than it is on his arms. I can see the outline of tight abdominal muscles beneath it. The fur swirls into little tufts on his chest, hardly obscuring two dark nipples.

I push myself up onto my elbows to get a good look at him as he slides off his jeans, then his black boxer briefs. I could feel how big he was through his pants as we were grinding against one another, but seeing it now, I’m almost taken aback.

His cock is thick and a dark brown, much like his fur, which spreads at its base. There’s a large swollen bulge at the bottom, which is something that makes me mutter, “oh, oh” at the very sight of it.

“That is…my knot,” he says, waiting for a reaction. I’ve read enough omegaverse fanfiction in my lifetime to know exactly what I’m looking at. “You don't have to take it, if it’s something you’re not ready for or…” He trails off.

“Will I be bound to you through some ancient mating ritual? Or be bred by you if I do?” I chuckle. I’d asked him in jest, but there’s truth behind my questions. Yes, I want to climb all over him. Yes, I would let him do anything to my body. Mate bonding and kids though? Definitely not something I’d want out of a one night stand.

He nervously runs his fingers through his mane. “No—No. It’s, um, added pleasure…for me.” His eyes darken as they look me up and down, “and for others, so I’ve been told.”

The way he speaks sends a flood between my legs. I’m quivering at the thought of his cock deep inside of me. If his tongue brought me to orgasm so quickly, I could only imagine what the whole experience would bring me.

“Then I definitely want all of you. I want you to stuff me to the fucking brim until the only thing I can think of is the feeling of your cock inside of me.”

“Oh, Sigrid,” he rumbles, “when I’m through with you the only words you’ll be able to utter are ‘fuck’ and my name.” Fuck. He’s good.

He pushes me back down onto the bed and spreads my legs apart. I’m completely soaked thanks to my own lubricant coupled with his saliva. He tears the condom open with his teeth in a swift motion and I’m nearly starstruck as I watch him slide it on. It’s flared at the base, covering his knot entirely. I'm impressed by how they’ve modified birth control methods to accommodate more unique physical traits.

Maddox rubs the tip of his cock along my opening. I whimper as he runs the rest of his massive appendage between my folds, giving a hint of what’s to come. The preparation alone is incredible, feeling something so large that is threatening to rip me apart.