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Klaus

His eyes darkened in a rush as his nostrils flared. The hand on my waist tightened, his claws almost puncturing the fabric of my shirt. I could feel them gently digging into my skin. “You need to feed?”

“Yes,” I answered him honestly, my voice ragged. I did. I’d waited too long. Gone too long on meagre, second-hand meals from motel guests. I was starving.

“Fuck. I’m sorry.” His voice was rougher, deeper. He hesitated and glanced at the door. “I… If you can hold on until tonight…”

I nodded, but the action seemed to cost me something. The discomfort rose back up in a tidal wave, almost threatening to double me over. Fresh slick spilled from me. Brian’s nostrils flared as a wall of my pheromones slammed into him.

“I can wait,” I managed to get out, despite every single reaction my body was currently having telling us both otherwise. I nodded again to try and convince myself. “I’ll be okay. I need to sleep anyway, so I’ll just go home and do that until you come over.”

“Klaus, I’m so sorry.” Brian sounded devastated now, as if this was his fault. I mean, I guessed it wasn’t not his fault, but he wasn’t responsible for the choices I’d made. I’d agreed to the rule, and I hadn’t ensured that I was getting enough nourishment from other sources in the meantime. That wasn’t on him.

“Don’t be sorry.” I gave him another tight, pained smile. “I think I’m just… My body is reacting a little intensely because I missed you so much. Honestly, as soon as I get in my car, I’ll be fine.”

“Are you safe to drive?” he asked in alarm, glancing at the closed door behind me again.

“Yes.” I had no idea. “I’ll be fine. I should go.”

He didn’t look convinced. In fact, he looked incredibly anxious at the idea of me leaving. His clawed fingers flexed at his sides, and his body was stiff and tense.

I looked down. The outline of his hard cock was clearly visible through the thin fabric of his gym shorts. It snaked down his right leg, long and so big that I was sure I could see individual veins throbbing against fabric that was stretched to its limit.

A quiet, helpless groan left Brian as I stared openly, unable to look away. I physically could not take my eyes off his cock. I’d never wanted anything in my entire life the way I wanted it right that second. The chaos inside me seemed to coalesce into a singular tangible need: the thick, hard cock in Brian’s pants.

The next thing I knew, we were tearing at each other’s clothes. Brian literally ripped the back seam of my jeans clean open, puncturing the fabric effortlessly with a claw, then did the same with my underwear. I clawed at his shorts until I could wrench them down his hips, just far enough to free his cock. It bobbed obscenely, bright red and thick at the base from the beginnings of his knot and tapered at the tip. My mouth watered.

I was lifted into his arms, my back pressed against a cold tiled wall. Huge, clawed hands hooked around the backs of my knees and folded me in half so that my needy, dripping hole was on full display between the ripped seams of my jeans. Brian growled—not a rumbly groan, not a lustful snarl. An actual growl from deep in his chest, his upper lip peeling back from his wolfish fangs as he stared at my slick hole. His cock jerked, bobbing in the air, making me whimper pleadingly.

“I can’t wait,” I was babbling, contradicting everything I’d just said. I shook my head, reaching out with trembling hands to grab his shoulders, trying to tug him closer. “I can’t wait anymore, Brian. Please. Please—”

He pressed close, and the tip of his tapered cock slipped inside my needy hole so easily. My eyes rolled back in my head as his big body shuddered against me.

“Fuck.” He pushed deep until I could feel the start of his knot pressing against my rim. It already felt huge, thick and swollen and bulbous.

I wanted—no, I needed it inside me.

Something eased now that his cock was finally back inside my body. A deep sense of relief that was somehow more physical than emotional, like I’d just received a dose of medicine I’d desperately needed and I could already feel it healing me.

That was when I realised.

“Oh shit,” I moaned, my voice wobbling because Brian was already pounding his cock inside me in hard, fast, glorious thrusts. “I-I th-think I’m i-in h-h-heat.”

I was. I definitely was. Suddenly it all made sense. The cramping hunger, the overproduction of slick, the hot flushes and clumsiness and unceasing arousal that had made it impossible to think about anything else. I didn’t know if it was just poor timing or if our no-sex rule and my inadequate nourishment of late had triggered it, but I knew without a shadow of a doubt that I was in heat for the second time in my life, and I was getting railed by a gorgeous werewolf in the locker room of a community centre to mark its commencement.

Right now, I couldn’t think of a better way to celebrate the occasion.

“Fuck,” Brian moaned again, fucking me harder and faster. “Does that… What does that… Are you okay?”

“Just don’t stop,” I panted, grabbing the back of his head between his wolfy ears and dragging him closer so I could wrap my arms around his neck. “Don’t stop. Oh fuck. Brian.”

“Holy shit, your pheromones—” He cut himself off with a ragged groan, and his knees almost seemed to buckle for a second. “They smell different—stronger. Fuck—” He buried his snout in my neck and inhaled deeply. A shudder raced down his spine. His hips sped up, clawed fingers digging into my knees harder to keep me pinned to the wall.

“You’re going to knot me this time, Brian,” I informed him in a breathless, ragged voice. He nodded against my neck, then groaned helplessly as his hips stuttered. “You’re going to push that fat knot inside me and fill me with your cum. You have to. I want all of it.”

“Oh fuck.” He hooked my knees over the crooks of his elbows so he could flatten his hands against the tiled wall at my back for leverage. His cock pistoned in and out of my wet hole, and the slick sound of it was obscene as it echoed around the locker room. “Klaus, I…” He snuffled at my neck again, breathing in, shuddering with pleasure. I heard an ear-piercing squeal as his claws raked down the tiles, carving deep tracks into the smooth ceramic. “I think I—Oh shit, it’s—”

“Come,” I panted desperately. “Come in me, Brian. I need it.”