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His knot was swelling rapidly now, the bulbous mass catching on my rim again with increasing insistence. I could see it growing larger with each thrust, and could feel the pressure building as my body prepared to accept it once again.

"Going to knot you again," Kieran snarled, his control slipping as his wolf nature took over. "I’m gonna breed you so fucking good.”

"Yes," I gasped, my cock jerking against my stomach. “Give it to me!”

"I'm going to fill you up again," Kieran growled, his voice dropping to a register so low I felt it vibrate through my entire body. "Going to pump you so full you'll feel me for days."

With one final, powerful thrust, he forced his swelling knot past my stretched rim.

The pressure was exquisite, a perfect fusion of pain and pleasure that had me crying out, my back arching off the tile.

My vision blurred as his knot locked inside me, expanding to its full size and pressing relentlessly against my prostate.

"That's it," he rumbled, his massive frame shuddering above me. "Take all of me."

I felt the first hot pulse of his release flooding my insides, triggering my own orgasm without a single touch to my cock.

I came with a hoarse shout, painting my chest and stomach with rope after rope of cum as my body convulsed around his knot.

Each contraction of my muscles squeezed his cock, milking more of his seed into me.

"Fuck," I gasped, my voice barely audible over our combined panting. "That was… even better than the… first time."

Kieran leaned down, his muzzle brushing against my neck as he scented me. "You smell like you belong to me now," he murmured, satisfaction evident in his tone. "Marked inside and out."

The possessiveness in his voice sent an unexpected thrill through me.

This was supposed to be just another anonymous hookup at the bathhouse, a way to blow off steam before returning to my mundane life.

But something about Kieran felt different.

Almost dangerous in a way that had nothing to do with his claws or fangs.

We stayed locked together in the pool, the cool water lapping around us as our breathing gradually returned to normal. His knot kept us joined, ensuring every drop of his seed remained inside me. I could feel it, warm and abundant, filling me in ways I'd never experienced before.

"Hey," Kieran said after several minutes of comfortable silence, "I’m going to pull out now, okay?”

I nodded, keeping my eyes closed. “Alright.”

It took a little work, but after a minute or two Keiran managed to work his knot back out of me.

The moment his cock left my ass it was followed by a rush of his seed running down my ass and onto the floor surrounding the pool.

He took a step back while I laid there panting, my body trembling with aftershocks of pleasure.

I expected him to stay in the pool, to stay with me for a little while.

But only a moment later I heard him step out, water pouring off his fur onto the floor as he headed for the door.

“Make sure you take it easy tomorrow,” he said softly, the possessiveness in his voice replaced with a caring tone. “Your body will need time to recover.”

I managed a weak nod, my body still floating in the afterglow of the most intense sexual experience of my life. "Yeah... I'll try to remember that."

He paused at the door, his massive silhouette backlit by the dim hallway lights. For a moment, I thought he might say something else. Maybe he’d suggest we meet again or exchange numbers. But he simply inclined his head in a slight nod before slipping out, leaving me alone in the private pool.

The water lapped gently around me as I stared at the ceiling, trying to process what had just happened.

My body ached in the most delicious way, stretched and used beyond anything I'd experienced before.

I could still feel him inside me, could still feel the ghost of his knot pressing against my prostate.

And deeper still, I could feel his seed, so much of it that my stomach felt slightly distended.

With a groan, I hauled myself out of the pool, my legs trembling with the effort.

Water and cum trickled down my thighs as I reached for a towel from the nearby rack.

My reflection in the mirrored wall caught my attention.

My skin was flushed and marked with the imprints of claws, my hair was plastered to my forehead, and my eyes were still dilated with pleasure. I barely recognized myself.

"Holy shit," I whispered, running a hand over the marks on my hips. They would bruise beautifully, a temporary reminder of tonight's encounter.

I dabbed at the mess between my legs, wincing slightly at the tenderness. He hadn't been kidding about taking it easy tomorrow. I'd be lucky if I could walk straight by Monday.

After cleaning up as best I could, I wrapped the towel around my waist and made my way back to the locker room.

The bathhouse was still bustling with activity, men and creatures of all descriptions engaged in various states of pleasure.

But I barely noticed them now. My body had been claimed so thoroughly that the thought of another encounter tonight seemed almost sacrilegious.

In the locker room, I showered quickly, washing away the sweat and chlorine but unable to remove the lingering scent of wolf that seemed to have permeated my skin. Not that I wanted to. There was something comforting about carrying his mark, even if just for a night.

As I dressed in my simple gym shorts and t-shirt, I couldn't help but wonder about Kieran. Who was he? Where did he come from? And why had he chosen to tell me his name when names were so rarely exchanged in this place?

I shook my head, dismissing the thoughts.

It didn't matter. The bathhouse wasn't about connections or relationships.

It was about release, about escaping the mundane realities of everyday life for a few blissful hours.

Kieran had given me exactly what I came for, an intense, mind-blowing experience that would fuel my fantasies for weeks to come.

Still, as I dropped my locker key in the drop box and made my way to the exit, I found myself scanning the lobby for any sign of him.

The same bored attendant was still at the desk, barely glancing up as I passed.

Through the glass doors, I could see the parking lot was still full despite the late hour.

I paused at the threshold, my hand on the door handle.

Part of me wanted to turn back, to find Kieran and.

.. what? Ask for his number? Suggest we grab coffee?

The very idea was absurd. This wasn't a dating app or a nightclub.

This was the bathhouse, where anonymity reigned supreme and connections were measured in minutes, not lifetimes.

The cool night air hit me as I stepped outside, a stark contrast to the humid warmth I was leaving behind.

My body protested with each step toward my car, muscles I'd forgotten I had making their displeasure known.

I fumbled with my keys, my hands still slightly unsteady from the evening's exertions.

“Still shaky?” a deep voice said behind me.

I spun on my heel, keys between my fingers as I prepared to fight for my life.

But instead my gaze came to rest on Keiran standing under the light of the streetlamps, his eyes throwing a green-ish reflection back at me.

He was wearing a pair of jeans and a black tank top, his fur still damp from the pool.

“Sorry,” he said immediately, holding his hands up. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

I felt my panic recede. However, it was quickly replaced with a strange sort of excitement. “Were… were you waiting for me?”

Kieran reached up, scratching the fur between his ears. “I… yeah. Yeah I guess I was.”

He looked almost shy, which was bizarre given his massive frame and the dominant creature he'd been inside. The contrast was strangely endearing.

"Why?" I asked, genuinely curious. This wasn't how things worked at the bathhouse. You fucked, you left, you never saw each other again. That was the unspoken rule.

Kieran shifted his weight, his claws clicking softly against the pavement. "I don't usually do this," he admitted, his deep voice rumbling in the quiet parking lot. "But there was something about you... I couldn't just walk away. Not without trying at least.”

I leaned against my car, partly because my legs were still trembling from our encounter, partly to appear more casual than I felt. "You mean besides the fact that I could take your knot?"

His muzzle pulled back in what might have been a smile. "That was impressive, but no. It's more than that." He took a step closer, and I caught his scent again, musky, wild, intoxicating. "You smell… right to me."

"I smell right?" I repeated, raising an eyebrow. "What does that even mean?"

Kieran ran a massive paw through the fur on his head, looking uncharacteristically uncertain.

"It's a wolf thing. Hard to explain to humans.

But when I scented you in that sauna... something clicked.

" He shrugged, his massive shoulders rising and falling.

"I just wanted to see if maybe you'd like to get coffee sometime.

Or dinner. Something that doesn't involve me fucking you senseless in a pool. "

I couldn't help but laugh at his bluntness. "Though that was pretty fantastic."

"It was," he agreed, his amber eyes gleaming in the dim light. "But I'd like to know more about you than just how you sound when you cum. If you’d like.”

I should have said no. This went against everything the bathhouse represented, the anonymity, the no-strings-attached encounters, the clear separation between pleasure and real life. But something about Kieran made me hesitate.

"I don't usually do this either," I said slowly. "The whole... dating thing."

"Who said anything about dating?" Kieran replied, though his eyes betrayed his hope. "Maybe I just want to see if you're as interesting with clothes on as you are with them off."

I snorted. "Smooth."

"I try." He took another step forward, close enough now that I had to tilt my head back to meet his gaze. "So what do you say? Coffee? Tomorrow? Or is that too soon after I've been inside you twice?"

The crude reminder sent a shiver through me, my body remembering the exquisite fullness of him. "Coffee sounds good," I heard myself say before I could overthink it. "But you're buying. I think you owe me after what you did to my ass."

Kieran's laugh was deep and genuine, showing off his impressive fangs. "Fair enough." Then he paused for a moment, shifting nervously.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“I uh… I was just wondering…” He took a deep breath. “Can… Can I kiss you?”

The question caught me off guard. After everything we'd done in the bathhouse, after he'd claimed me so thoroughly, a simple kiss felt strangely intimate. More personal somehow than the raw, primal fucking we'd shared.

"Yeah," I whispered, my voice barely audible in the quiet parking lot. "You can kiss me."

Kieran's massive paws came up to cup my face with surprising gentleness, his claws retracted so only the soft pads of his fingers touched my skin.

He had to lean down considerably to reach me, his muzzle brushing against my lips in a tender exploration that was nothing like the dominant creature who'd knotted me twice.

His lips were softer than I'd expected, warm and careful as they moved against mine.

There was no urgency, no desperate claiming, just a sweet connection that made my chest tighten in ways that had nothing to do with physical arousal.

When his tongue swept across my lower lip, I opened for him willingly, tasting something wild and clean that was purely him.

The kiss deepened slowly, his tongue exploring my mouth with the same thoroughness he'd shown my body, but with infinite more patience. One of his paws slid down to rest against my chest, over my racing heart, while the other remained cradled against my cheek.

When we finally broke apart, I was breathless for entirely different reasons than I'd been in the bathhouse. Kieran rested his forehead against mine, his amber eyes searching my face.

"Definitely coffee," I said, my voice rough with emotion I wasn't ready to examine.

"Good," he rumbled, pulling back slightly but not stepping away. "There's a place called Moonbeam Café on Fifth Street. Do you know it?"

I nodded. It was one of the few places in the city that catered to both humans and supernatural beings, with reinforced furniture and a menu that accommodated various dietary needs.

"Two o'clock tomorrow?" he asked.

"It's a date," I said, then immediately flushed at my choice of words. "I mean?—"

"It's a date," Kieran agreed, his muzzle pulling back in what was definitely a smile now. "I'll see you tomorrow, Ty."

He stepped back, giving me space to get into my car. I fumbled with the keys again, hyper aware of his gaze on me as I finally managed to unlock the door. As I slid into the driver's seat, I looked up to find him still watching me, hands tucked into the pockets of his jeans.

"Drive safe," he called as I started the engine.

I gave him a small wave and pulled out of the parking spot, catching one last glimpse of him in my rearview mirror before I turned onto the street. My hands were still shaking slightly as I drove home, but now it had nothing to do with the physical aftermath of our encounter.

What the hell had I just agreed to?

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