going to spread his legs for any man, they were going to have to put in the work. I was aggressive with each thrust of my cock and I knew I hit his spot every time by how hard his toes were curled.
“Fuck… ahh fuck,” Elliot huffed, then looked at me as if surprised I could fuck him so good.
I smiled. “You look… like… you’re about… ready to burst.”
“Aye, fuck yeah… gonna cum,” he announced.
I nipped at his leg resting on my shoulder and kept up my pace, and a few seconds later, I watched Elliot’s hard cock swell, the tip already purple and glistening with precum. He arched, growling in pleasure as milky white seed flew from the slit, landing all over his chest and stomach. It seemed more squirted out with each of my thrusts. I smiled down at the beautiful site, licking my lips in anticipation of my own orgasm. I could feel my balls tightening, ready to unleash.
“Ahhhh!” I threw my head back, growling as I came, my teeth clenched as the pleasure rocked me to my core. My chest heaved as I quaked and I reached down, pulling my still squirting cock from his hole, and let the rest coat his balls and cock, marking him. I shook as I jerked off until the last drop, then I rubbed the head of my dick over Elliot’s balls, smearing my cum in his hair and wrinkles.
“That was intense,” Elliot said, smiling,
I let his leg go and sat back on my heels, nodding. “You’re mine now.”
“Oh? How?” he asked, one thick, black eyebrow arched.
“Because I said so,” was the only explanation I was going to give him. I stood up and tucked my cock inside my breeches just as my wife entered the dining room carrying a platter of roasted rabbit, right on time, because after the fun I’d just had, I’d worked up an appetite.
Elliot climbed off the floor and got dressed. “Dinner smells delicious.”
Charlene turned to him before walking back into the kitchen. “I hope you enjoy, since it will probably be your last.”
“Temper, darling,” I said as I walked toward the table.
“One can hope,” she shot back, then walked into the kitchen.
Elliot chuckled. “She doesn’t care for me much.”
I sighed and forked some slices of meat and placed them on my plate. “She doesn’t like anyone who can steal my attention from her.”
“Should I help with the platters?” Elliot asked.
“Only because it will bring the food faster, yes.”
I watched him enter the kitchen and a less than a minute later, they both came out carrying more platters and bowls. Bread, potatoes, and carrots completed the meal along with gravy. One thing my wife could excel at was cooking and if this was to be our last meal, it was worth it. Charlene gave Elliot a few cold stares as we conversed and dined and only the occasional insult slipped through. Elliot ignored them, which I found impressive. It was as if he didn’t let little things bother him. That level of patience was a virtue.
After dinner, it was time to join the rest of the pack at the designated spot. We arrived on horseback, dismounting to gather with nearly four thousand other wolves. Many, whom, I didn’t know. It didn’t matter, we would be fighting as one unit on this full moon. We were at our border; the dragons were only a few miles away. I could feel the energy of the moon flowing through me, calling to my wolf. I wanted to release it, the animal inside, and unleash all of the violence I was capable of. I wanted to shred flesh with my claws and teeth and devour the entrails of my enemy. I wanted to prove to my Alpha that I deserved to be elevated.
“Gather, my wolves,” I heard Connor say.
I ran toward the area where my battalion was waiting. Elliot and Charlene at my side as I took my place in front of the wolves in my district who were under my command. Royce, who had full command of the district of wolves I served, stood a few feet before me. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Elliot standing tall, and he looked to be ready for battle. Even though I had only a few hours to train him, I was impressed with his overall fighting skills. But that was as a man. As a wolf, he would have to rely solely on his instincts. We