Page 14 of Accidentally Wedded to a Werewolf (Claw Haven #1)

“Shit,” she hissed. “Oliver. Get in me. Come on, you want it just as bad, I can feel it. I can feel—”

She broke off on a groan as Oliver pressed inside. He echoed it, the bond thrumming between them. He could feel her tight walls around him, but he could also feel how it felt. Getting fucked.

“So weird,” Luna whispered gleefully. “Ohhhh man. I feel awesome.”

“Yeah,” Oliver said nonsensically and pulled her further onto his cock.

Luna jolted. Her spine arched, teeth flashing up at him. “Give me all of it.”

Something snapped inside of him. He pulled her up, locking an arm around her torso to hold her up.

He plastered his chest against her back, hips jackrabbiting into her.

He usually took it slower than this, but he could feel her emotions through the bond: shock, joy, hunger so deep it made him bare his teeth.

“Oh, fuck,” she gasped. “Oh shit, Oliver—”

He growled, crushing her closer. He shoved his nose in her hair, breathing in salt, roses, the shitty soap they stocked in the guest bathrooms. His first time with someone wasn’t usually like this.

Before, he’d always been quiet, cautious, searching.

Stopping to try out different positions and angles, seeing what made them moan.

There was no stopping this. The bond was too powerful.

Oliver could do nothing against it but hold her and fuck her and groan like an animal, arms clamped around her torso.

And all the while, Luna’s pleasure flowed through him: her utter joy at being fucked, her dazed excitement at feeling what it was like for him.

An echo chamber of ecstasy, dragging them higher and higher.

Oliver came first, holding her close as he pumped into her and stilled, shaking.

The bond echoed his orgasm between them.

He was fucking her, and he was being fucked.

He was Oliver and he was also Luna, and when their visions tunneled, they fell down the chasm together, entwined so close they couldn’t tell each other apart.

* * *

Oliver woke up an indeterminate amount of time later, still inside of her.

“Whassapaning,” he mumbled against her shoulder.

“Mrgh,” Luna replied, muffled against the pillow. She was underneath him, her back pressed into his front. “Gedoff.”

He lifted himself on wobbly elbows. He felt strange. The bond was still there, a warm glow in his chest. But it was tamer now—sated—no emotions leaking through. His cock was soft inside of Luna, except there was a strange throb at the base. It felt tight. Swollen. Almost like…

He froze. It couldn’t be.

“Um,” Luna said. She squirmed, and the movement made his mostly soft cock twitch inside of her. “What’s happening? Are you hard again?”

“No,” Oliver said, hushed. “It’s…a side effect.”

Luna frowned. “Of the bond?”

“I guess.” Oliver waited, hoping against hope that it would go back down.

Luna squirmed again.

Oliver winced. “Just a second! It’ll go away.”

“Seriously,” Luna said, still moving against the mattress. “It feels like… I don’t know what it feels like. Did you get bigger?”

“I didn’t mean to,” Oliver managed.

Luna tried to push herself up, gasping in pain when the giant bulb at the base of his cock stayed inside her. She fell back against the bed. “Oliver! What is with your dick?”

“It’s a knot,” he said miserably. “It’s…locking us together. For, you know.”

Luna froze. “That condom will hold, right?”

“It’s reinforced,” he said. “Built for any sized knot.”

“Thank god for werewolf-reinforced condoms,” Luna muttered. “Remind me what this is again? They didn’t mention monsters in my sex ed class.”

“You know,” Oliver said desperately.

“I know it’s for breeding,” Luna replied with a wince. “But, like…how long will it be like this?”

“I don’t know,” Oliver admitted.

“You don’t know?”

“It varies,” Oliver said, trying to remember the most mortifying of his wolf lessons. “Maybe ten minutes?”

He dropped his head onto the pillow above her, mortified.

He was knotting her. What kind of stupid werewolf biology was at work inside him?

Did it sense a bond and think alright, time to go?

Knotting was supposed to be something impossibly intimate.

Some werewolves never knotted. And here he was, knotting a woman he’d literally run away from an hour ago.

It didn’t matter how gorgeous she was, or how her dimple made him want to pin her to the wall and scent her until she was covered in him.

He didn’t know her. She shouldn’t be stuck under him, unable to move while they waited for his knot to go down.

“Fuck,” he spat, cheeks burning. “I’m sorry. This has never happened before. It’s not supposed to happen like this.”

Luna chuckled. “Bet you say that to all the girls you knot.”

“There are no other girls! This isn’t—” He shuddered as his knot throbbed deep inside of her. “Shit.”

Luna twisted toward him. He avoided her gaze, but they were stuck so close together. It was impossible not to see her small smile.

“Oliver,” she said. “It’s fine. Stop freaking out.”

“I’m not freaking out,” he snapped. He clenched his jaw. “Does it hurt?”

“No.” Luna swiveled her hips experimentally.

He gasped, another wave of unbearable pleasure rolling through him. “Stop moving.”

Luna stilled. But not for long.

Oliver frowned as she pushed at him. “What?”

“Roll over.”

Oliver glared at her.

“Not a dog joke this time,” Luna said. She kicked his leg. “Seriously, do it.”

Oliver turned onto his back as carefully as he could. Luna followed clumsily, still locked onto him. She straddled him, hips working gently back and forth. The long line of her back was mesmerizing.

Oliver groaned, grabbing her thighs from behind. “What are you doing?”

“What does it look like?” She turned to shoot him a wink, leaning down to scratch her manicured nails through his leg hair. “I mean, since you’re already stuck in there.”

She rolled her hips harder.

Oliver made a noise like he’d been sucker-punched. His cock twitched again, growing ever-so-slightly thicker.

Luna grinned. “Sensitive?”

He nodded wildly. The bond made Luna’s emotions bleed through once more: bone-deep satisfaction, hunger, and an odd tenderness about seeing Oliver so vulnerable.

Then Luna rolled her hips again, and the tenderness was swallowed up by renewed hunger as Oliver groaned.

“Good,” Luna said sweetly. “Me too. Now be a good boy and hold still while I get myself off.”