pant, staring up at the corded muscles of his throat.
He makes a pained sound and tucks his chin to his chest, growling as he draws back his hips and flattens over me, starting to hug me to him.
As he does, there’s suddenly a weird, firm tug on my insides. It has me sucking in a breath. “Stop!”
Lucan has already stopped though. His face is a mask of, if not pain, then discomfort.
I can’t help the tiny burst of panic. “Are we—”
“I’ve knotted.”
I clear my throat, preparing to seek further confirmation of what my body already knew. I slip my hand between us, and he shifts himself above me to better facilitate my access, his abdomen twitching against the back of my wrist. I find our connection, my fingers bumping his shockingly hot cock where it’s locked tightly against my swollen lips.
On the inside, I feel him, swelled up huge, jammed in place.
My pussy is in shock, a little scared that it’s crammed full and we can’t escape. “So… we’re stuck together?” I ask, voice tight.
“Yes. We are.” Golden eyes flash to mine. His face is tight with worry. Or discomfort. He shifts, sitting up, his knees adjusting near my ass.
But just this little movement has his cock shifting, and when it does, I feel a strong… snagged sensation. “Don’t! My vagina is caught on you. Like a fish on a hook.”
Lucan blinks down at me. “Is now an acceptable time to tell a crappie one-liner?”
I stare into his face, gaping at him. “Was that a fishing joke?”
He nods warily.
I reach up and cover his mouth with my hand. “No. Nope, you don’t need to tell bad jokes to de-stress right now.”
“Sorry,” he says softly into my palm. His eyes are so luminous and earnest.
A little afraid to hear the answer, I stroke along his fully bearded jaw, asking, “How long will it be before we’re unstuck?”
Now he looks away, his gaze falling between us—but then he’s squeezing his eyes shut and grimacing.
Inside me, I feel everything becoming tighter. “Are you getting bigger?”
Through a hiss, he nods. It isn’t a blissed-out, excited sound.
“Does this hurt you?” I question.
He nods again. “In the best way, but… yeah.”
“Is there a way to make it better?”
“Kiss me,” Lucan says, sounding a little ill.
Only hesitating a little as his fullness tugs at me, I take his arms and drag him down over me until his chest hair is tickling my nipples—and I gasp.
Like this, my g-spot is thrilled by the pressure.
Our mouths meet, clumsy. His lips soften after a moment, and he angles his head, his tongue tentatively running along the seam of my lips until I part them, and he strokes his tongue along mine.
As he does, some of the stinging, stretched-sensation at my entrance eases.
Better.
“Touch me,” he whispers, and I run my fingers over his shoulder, up his neck, into his hair. I hug him to me, stroke his back, drag my nails over his skin.
His knot’s swelling goes down considerably. He’s still hard as a rock though, something I can’t say I don’t appreciate. I’m getting that slow-build excitement tingling behind my pubic bone. A few more minutes of his curved cock’s hugging attention and I think I could come from this.
I slide a hand between our chests and tangle my fingers in his pelt, tugging on it, making him suck in a breath. “If I could reach your balls,” I whisper, “I’d do this.” I rake my nails down his shoulder blades. “See if you liked that.”
The idea must sound really exciting. Because without warning, he rams himself forward, knot shoving deeper, balls spanking me, making me squeak in shock—and he freezes, holding himself deep as a jet of fire-hot cum splashes my insides.
“Annh!” I shout, or maybe he does. I definitely make a sound when I’m hit with a second spurt of hot werewolf cum—and that’s when my orgasm, the one his cock had been nudging me towards, breaks over me. It’s the light-up-your-world kind, and my pussy clamps down on Lucan so hard that I get kicked with the biggest fire-hot jet.
He’s emptying himself inside me.
And rather than spilling out like cum should, it stays trapped, filling me up, so hot it’s scalding. “Lucaaaan,” I moan, my insides quivering.
“Sorry,” he pants into my neck, and then he kisses and even licks my throat. “Sorry if I hurt you.”
He feels great on top of me. He feels amazing inside of me. His dick is twitching, strong thumps inside my pussy,