Page 11 of A Wulver for the Week (Pine Ridge Universe)

I have to tell her. What if I don’t tell her? She doesn’t need to know I’m a wulver. Not tonight, anyway.

I could make love without knotting. Hundreds of supernatural beings go about their lives—including their hookups and random dates—without revealing the truth. But Minnie’s more than random. We work together. We’re here together. I offered her forever and a day, no, forever and a week, and she didn’t say no.

I have to tell her something. “I’ve been wishing you were mine since the day we met,” I tell her as we topple into the hotel room, the last bits of sand falling from our clothes and hair. “I didn’t come on this trip to try to woo you, but it happened. This isn’t just part of the vacation for me, Minerva. Not just part of the act. If you don’t feel the same, you have to tell me now.”

There. That’s a good start (even though it feels terrible, like I took all the risks in one heady breath between feverish kisses).

Minnie nuzzles her face into my chest as her dress drops to the floor. My hands rush to catch her perfect breasts, plump, full ovals with such tight, crinkly centers. My cock threatens to muscle its way out of its confines, conscience and moral codes be damned.

“I want you, too, not only as a cover. I’ve been telling myself for weeks that if I’d just opened my eyes, if I’d just been more observant, I could have had you here with me as my real partner. I feel like an idiot that someone so amazing was right under my nose the whole time.” She looks up at me with her dark lashes floating over starry, wide eyes. “I tried to pump the brakes, to tell myself to slow down. I asked myself if I was settling for a sweet, supportive man like you when I still wanted someone who could make my heart race. And then you showed up in my dream and made it come true... Oh, Craig!” Her voice soars in sudden giddy happiness that lights my soul. “Someone who can make me feel safe and excited? That’s something I stopped looking for. They’re all bad boys or boring guys, and nothing in between. And then I found you.”

“Oh, sweetness. I’m in between, all right.” Between a werewolf and a human, between ready to ram you into next week and ready to drop on one knee as soon as you smile at me. “I’m not so very exciting. I am rather boring. But I’ll chase you down whenever you like, and I’ll never say no to trying to make you happy.” I release her breasts as her dress falls to the floor. “Unless y’ want me to share,” I warn, eyes suddenly narrow and brogue coming out in a snarl. “I want you to be mine. All for me, d’ye ken?”

“Whatever that means, yes. I want the same things. Loyalty and love and...” Minerva’s hand boldly slides into my khakis and grips my rigid cock, “and this monster. Holy shit, Craig. Are you for real?”

“Some people might not think so,” I let out a strained laugh. “I have my secrets. I think you’re about to discover one of them. D’you trust me?”

“Baby, you’ve been keeping my secrets for weeks. Lay it on me.”

“Well, y’see... I’m built a bit different.”

CRAIG’S COCK IS THE size of the optimistic silicone toy I bought at one of those in-home adult toy parties. You know, the kind that people throw when they’re young and naughty or older and done pretending that toys aren’t awesome accessories that belong in every bedroom.

I tried to use that toy once—I believed the adage of bigger is better.

No. It wasn’t.

Not then, anyway. In the dark, I run my hands over Craig’s thighs, feeling the dips of muscle that surprise me. He looks like such a mild-mannered desk jockey most of the time. Seeing his four-pack abs at the beach was a shock, but feeling the ridges and hills of muscles that exist all over his body...

“Perfect specimen. Anatomy model, aren’t you?” I purr, working my hands to the main event, that massive member. “Is that the secret? You’re a fitness model? You’re a gym rat?”

“I belong to a local club. A neighborhood watch, you might say. I do a lot of walking and uhh... Well, it’s kind of like parkour, I guess.”

“Makes sense. How you could run so fast on the sand,” I trail off with a cluck of my tongue and then wrap my hands around the long, wide shaft. A dim sliver of yellow light flows around the half-closed bathroom door, and I can see that he’s not quite what I’m used to. He’s not deformed, but he’s different. The head of his cock tapers and is almost heart-shaped, with slick, pink skin. As my mouth descends around the tip, my hand halts at something hard and fleshy.

A cyst? A massive cyst?

“I... Some people in my family have these spare bits of erectile tissue, love. Bulbis glandis , I’ve heard it called. A scientific term for a ruddy big knot on the shaft. It’s nothing harmful or contagious. It certainly doesn’t have to end up inside you. If you don’t like it, I bet there are other things we can do,” Craig tells me, his breathing ragged as I flick the tip of my tongue over his head and keep my hand gliding up and down.

“That... That thing goes inside some women?”

“Only when they want it. Depends on how much you like being filled,” he explains.

The way he says “filled” is orgasmic. An actual shudder and ripple rolls through my hips as I slide my mouth over him and start to suck in earnest.

Craig’s hands tangle in my hair, and he lets out a groan that they can probably hear down on the beach. Don’t give a shit. Too busy wondering why I’m about to come just from his cock jabbing the back of my throat, why I like the sudden loss of breath, how come I want his hands in my hair— “Ow! Your ring is caught in my hair, babe,” I say as my pump and suck abruptly comes to a halt.

“Let me just—”

“I got it.” I grab the ring and twist, working to free it from his hand first and my hair second.

And when I do—something happens.

Something I can’t blame on alcohol or sunstroke or even jet lag.

Craig has the head of a wolf—but an intelligent, human-like wolf, something out of a fantasy novel or video game—and his body is the body of a man.

He’s the wolfman in my dream.

“Minerva?” he whispers.

“What is that?” I ask, pointing to his face.

“I tried to tell you.” He gives a helpless shrug, stepping back. “I’m a wulver, but everything I’ve said about loving you is true.”

A broken laugh bubbles out of my throat. “That’s not possible.”

“Then I’m impossible.” He steps towards me again, grabbing my wrist and pulling me forward. He retrieves the ring from my hand and slides it on—but the illusion is broken. I see Craig for what he is. Some handsome half-man, half-wolf.

I should scream. Run. Freak.

And all I can remember is my dream. “Were you in my dream? Was that real?”

He shrugs. “Most people can’t see unusual beings like me. Oh, they see us physically, but they don’t notice what we truly look like. The mind tries to fit everything into neat boxes, and paranormal creatures break out of them. I’m willing to bet your subconscious has always picked up on my true appearance, and I just appeared in my true form in your dream.”

“You say people can’t see beings like you. Aren’t you a people? I mean, a person? You’re not some animal.”

“No, I’m not an animal. I’m a person, but not all human. I’m in between man and beast, a wulver, like I said. Wolfman, if you’d like.”

I shake my head to clear it. This is the cue to end things, right? Or to seek medical attention, because when you think your fake boyfriend is half-wolf, you’re not firing on all cylinders.

But all I can think of is that Craig is Craig, and he has been hiding something from me.

Something magical—and let’s face it, there are not enough women who look like me in fantasies and fairytales. Maybe the pretty, delicate blonde princesses of the world would run from the wolves.

What if Little Red carried her own axe and wasn’t afraid to use it? What if she grabbed that talking wolf by the muzzle when he told her to take the shortcut and said, “Let’s go back to my place instead?”

My head is spinning, but it’s spinning in one direction—toward Craig.

I stand up and wrap my arms around Craig’s neck, letting him kiss me, marveling that his muzzle turns and locks with my mouth just right. His arms wrap around my thighs as I climb him like a tree. He holds me up and rubs his thick shaft against my soaking heat, a happy grunting purr reverberating from his chest into mine.

“You don’t care that I’m like this, Minerva?”

“I care. I need more details. I need to know what else I’m missing that’s right under my nose—but you’ve been there all this time, and I’m not missing you for another second. The wolfman in my dream turned me on. You turn me on. You’re literally my dream guy, and how many women get to make love with the man of their dreams?”

“I’ll tell you anything you want to know, I swear it. I promise, the outside never changes the inside. My heart has belonged to you for months. Years. I thought you’d never come to claim it.”

My God. I wouldn’t care if he had the head of a lizard or a mouse at this point. I’m going to husband this boy up if the rest of him is as talented as his tongue. “Well, I’m here now,” I whisper, wriggling pointedly against him.

“You don’t want to wait a bit? Get comfortable with the idea?” he asks, his hands trailing softly up and down my legs as they latch around his waist.

“I’m beyond comfortable with this idea.” I kick my legs down lightly and balance on my toes to pull him with me. Down on the bed, him over me, kissing me.

My hands burrow in the long, thick hair, only now I know it’s fur. The beard? More fur, working its way down his neck and ending in a thick V at his sternum. He’s different from me, different from any other men I’ve seen, but he’s gorgeous. Some enchanted being is in my bed—and he’s in love with me.

“Do you turn back one day?” I ask. Could making love break some spell?”

“No, pet. I was born like this and will always be like this.” He strokes my cheek. “I understand if you don’t want to be with someone like me.”

“I love the way you look,” I say firmly. “It’s not what I was expecting, but it’s beautiful. You’re beautiful. Handsome.”

And oooh, Lord. When he smiles? All the white teeth glitter, little white daggers, and a flash of pink tongue. Golden eyes glint, and the fire in his eyes is deeper than hunger. Deeper than lust. Craig holds my gaze like no one else ever has, like his soul is flowing into mine while stealing pieces of me for his very own.

One of his hands slides down my arm, then brings it up over my head. My other arm follows naturally, and I’m surprised when Craig clamps his palm down over both of my wrists, sandwiching them under a tight, unnaturally strong grip. “You’re the beautiful one. They should have named you Venus, beauty. But Venus was too shallow, love. She only liked the pretty men. Minerva, now she was wise enough to love with her mind and soul, not just her eyes.”

“You have to stop talking,” I gasp, arching up as his other hand plays between my thighs while his chest rests on mine.

“Why?”

“Because every word makes me fall more in love with you!” My eyes close as his fingers stroke insistently.

“Then, you’ll never shut me up—unless, of course, my mouth is otherwise engaged.”

“I’d pull your mouth down to a certain spot, but my hands are out of commission.”

“All you have to do is ask, Minnie.” He smirks. Yes, I can tell a smirk on his face as plain as if it was a human face with strictly human features. My conviction that this is right (not normal, sure, but right ) strengthens.

“Well, then. I’m asking,” I hint, bumping my hips to his and shivering a little when I feel how hard he is, his length brushing against my belly as he shifts over me, kissing my neck, then my breast.

Another smirk, this one marred by the fact that his tongue is swiping across one of my nipples, shooting tingles down my spine. “By the time I’m done, I’ll have you begging.”

OOH, MY GARDENIA, MY sweet blossom... Minerva is just waiting to be plucked. Her nipples are like dark, sweet cherries that I can’t stop tasting. I suck on one, then the other, while my thumb slowly teases her clit, pushing it back and forth while I feel her wetness turning into a flood.

“Please... God, Craig, please. Inside of me, now.”

“That’s near enough to begging—but I’m not done with you yet.” I change the angle of my hand and press my fingers into her hot, silky entrance, almost coming on the spot when I feel how tightly she grips my fingers. This. This is the fruit that tastes the sweetest, the tight bud I can’t wait to open.

My fingers lay the groundwork, pumping in and out of her as her breathing changes, goes rapid, then ragged. “Patience. Don’t force things. Don’t rush things.”

“I’m not rushing, I’m ready. Desperate for you, Big and Bad,” she teases.

“I heard women need lots of stimulation before the climax. I got lucky down on the beach. I’m not trusting to luck again. I want to drive you to the peak and send you over when I plunge inside,” I whisper.

HE SAID HE’D HAVE ME begging, and damn it if he’s not right. His pumping fingers tease and touch, pushing my limits but not sending me past them. “Afraid I can’t handle that big cock?” I challenge, biting his lip in between kisses. “Or afraid you won’t last inside me?”

“Don’t tempt me. Wulvers can’t wait to mark their mates.”

A shiver zips down my spine and bursts in my middle, making my pussy flutter around his fingers. Marking? Mates? “How does that happen? Some sort of bite? A scratch?”

“My knot, locked inside of your walls, while my cum fills you so full that you can’t help but come again and again. But that’s not for tonight.”

“Why not? I’m on the pill.”

With a grunt, Craig pauses over me. He finally lets go of my wrists so he can use his hand to stroke himself as he kneels over me. His other hand leaves my pussy and flies to his mouth. A long, agile tongue wraps around his soaked fingers, licking my juices from his skin.

I might come just from the show that man puts on, stroking himself while sucking my essence from his hand. “Fuck,” I hiss.

“Sure that’s what you want? Even this?” Craig’s hand glides lower, cupping the thick, veiny bulge at the base of his shaft.

“It’s you, isn’t it?” I make a grab for him, my fingers pushing in underneath his so that we stroke his hard length together.

That’s all it takes for him to slide in, stretching and filling me one delicious, tortuous inch at a time.

The first few take my breath away, and the next couple bring it back in a moan.

“Good?”

“Amazing.”

SUCH A TIGHT LITTLE hiding place, I think as I push my way inside, knowing I’m lucky to be allowed access to such a paradise. Minerva’s walls strangle me, imprisoning my cock in hot, wet softness. At first, I don’t think I’ll be able to move. I definitely don’t think we can lock together with my knot inside of her, but the more I thrust, the more she arches, and the deeper my cock disappears. “You have a magic pussy, beauty,” I grunt, holding myself deep inside of her. “Swallowing me whole, aren’t you?”

“You didn’t give me a chance to do that.” Minnie licks her lips, and I laugh.

So happy. Can’t believe this is real. Maybe it isn’t. Maybe it’s an erotic dream that feels like reality.

If that’s the case, I’d better make the most of it.

“I’m going to pound you until you come. And then pound you until that sweet little secret paradise of yours can’t resist me for another second and lets me in. Can you feel how your pussy kisses my knot? Tease. Giving him just a little lick when he wants to be buried inside,” I rasp as I lift her legs, bending them back at the knees so they fold to her chest. With her hips up, I slide in deeper than ever, feeling my cock pressing against her cervix, then shifting to find the little pocket of space I can burrow into just beneath it. I know Minerva would know the technical term. She’d probably also point out something medical, like how stretchy the human body can become with practice and time.

I like to think that it’s magic. That we’re meant to be.

THIS MAN IS GOING TO turn me inside out. He holds my legs to my chest, bending me double. It’s hard to breathe as the stretching sensation of his cock inside of me makes my eyes roll back. All I can do... is let go and enjoy.

For someone who wants to be in control, who has been marching along to her own drum, making things happen on her own terms... It’s bliss. “Fuck me, hard, just like that,” I moan, gripping his forearms as he works away inside of me, softening me up on every thrust. I can feel the pulsing in my pussy becoming erratic as his tempo speeds up.

“I want to feel you come on my cock,” Craig growls. He maneuvers to support his weight on one hand so that the other slides to my folds, centering on my clit. He rubs furiously back and forth while he’s buried so deep inside that it flirts with pain.

But pleasure is the winner. My softened, stretched walls begin to constrict with a purpose, and the wetness pooling to ease his entry makes slick splashing sounds as his fingers fly back and forth over my nub.

Craig does something—not sure what. He’s back on his knees, pulling my ass up into his lap while my legs are still folded to my chest. I’m a pretzel of pleasure—no, one of those pretty, swirly pink seashells. “What?” I pant, the only word that works with the crushing sensation of being fucked and folded and thoroughly loving it.

“Want you to come on me. Come properly.” Craig’s voice is equally broken from exertion.

I don’t know what he means. Come hard? “I’m close,” I grunt through gritted teeth, feeling the familiar ripple of pressure that radiates from deep inside to my external pleasure center, my clit, where Craig’s fingers are slowing slightly.

“Have you ever given a good gush when you come?” he asks.

“Gush?”

“Push out and down like you have to have a wee.”

“A wee what?”

“A... Never mind, push out and down.”

I’m going to ask later where he learned this because Mr. Mild-Mannered Secret Wolf should not also be Mr. Sneaky Sex God.

Although, if he is, I’m not complaining.

With a sudden snarl that makes my eyes go wide, Craig lunges forward, hips up and scooping into me as his palm flattens to my belly. The orgasm that was building in me doesn’t just arrive—it attacks. The spiral of pleasure in my pussy becomes a tourniquet under my clit, a throbbing, pulsing need that comes out of me with a banshee scream and a long, hard rush of fluid. First one, then another, and finally a third before my brain can ask if peeing orgasms are a thing or if I just had the “I thought it was fake all this time” squirting experience.

“That’s it! That’s perfect!” Craig crows and yanks me up to his chest as he flops back. We’re still locked together, but now I’m on top, too weak to ride him. My legs are made of jelly, and I don’t think they’ll be back until tomorrow.

“Baby, I... What?”

“Gravity, Minerva,” Craig whispers, eyes shining, and pulls.

“Ohhh!” I screech in surprise as my soaking, spasming slit gives under wulver strength and gravity.

My mind fizzles out.

I think Craig just managed to stuff his whole knot inside my pussy.

And I didn’t die.

What’s more... I think this thing is going to make me come again.

MY FATHER WOULD KILL me. He has always said partners have to work up to knotting unless I were to marry an Orc, shifter, or wulver maiden built to accommodate such things.

Humans aren’t. Fortunately, knots can squish down a bit once compressed.

Minerva’s pussy is doing a grand job strangling my knot as her walls milk me and her cum drips down my chest.

“Did I pee?”

“Squirted. But if you had peed, I wouldn’t care. It was because you were coming so hard.”

“Is... Are you stuck in me? That thing—the knot? It feels like it’s wedged in me so tight it’ll never come out.” Minnie rocks on me in bliss, her passion-wrecked body shimmying weakly, sliding against me as she supports herself with her palms on my chest.

She looks so beautiful on top of me. Under me. All over me...

“Not that I’m complaining. This... I feel like I’m going to come again already.”

“You’re probably going to come a few times over the next hour,” I say, my jaws clamping down. When she shifts forward, it’s like a hot, wet ring of suction around my knot. I can imagine Minerva sucking my cock. I imagine her wrapping her hand around my knot and squeezing it, pumping and stroking every inch of me while she looks up at me. I tense my muscles to stop from shooting right then.

“An hour?”

“I’ll come, and then my knot will shrink down. But it doesn’t happen fast. But, on the other hand, you’ll have a nice hard cock inside of you for a while.” And a puddle of cum that would fill a champagne flute.

Oh, fuck, I’m a dirty-minded monster right now, because I suddenly picture Minerva sipping from a champagne flute filled with my—

A howling snarl rips from my chest as cum floods from my cock. Her walls immediately throb with my release, and I can feel her coming again, her harsh curses fading in and out of my ears as my brain damn near short circuits from the overwhelming relief of letting loose in her hot, pink tunnel.

She topples back, but we’re stuck together. For a moment, I get a heavenly view of her stuffed pussy, strained and spread until her lips are shiny from stretching around my knot. Not a drop of my cum escapes, thanks to how I’ve plugged her.

Marked her. Mated her.

“Was that good?” I ask.

Minnie just moans and shifts forward so that she can lie on my chest. “Incredible. And crazy. And hot. Are we really stuck together for an hour?”

“Give or take.”

Minnie props herself up on me, her elbows on my shoulders as she looks down on me. I can see her lips tremble, and then she bites down on her lower one as another spasm of pleasure rocks her. My hands come to rest on her hips, and I rub us together, hoping to keep her pleasure going for longer as I rock her pussy against my lower abdomen, my cock still buried inside of her. “You should stop,” she whispers, but her face is slack with bliss.

“But I want you to enjoy our first time so much that you’ll want to do it again and again,” I whisper.

“Oh, honey. That’s a given. No, you need to stop because I have you right where I want you.” Minnie gives me a playful smile and wedges her elbows down harder. “You’re pinned, mister, and now I can interrogate you. I want to know everything about wulvers, monsters, and all the other things I’m missing.”

I smile and sigh. “That’ll take way longer than an hour, love. Good thing I’m yours forever.”