Fucking psychic bonds. I could have lived without him picking that up.
“I thought you guys only got emotions down the bond,” I said.
“Yeah, and the emotion I’m getting right now is you loving my dick. It’s OK, baby…” He was teasing me, placing little kisses on my lips until I relented and kissed him back. “I love giving it to you.”
I intended to say something brutal, but that was shoved to one side as he did just that, dragging my hips down as his thrust up.
“Oh,” was all I managed to get out instead.
“That’s it, baby,” he said as I began to move of my accord, wanting more of that thick length inside me.
Y’see, I loved all of my mates’
dicks. Many were all-purpose awesome, some were decadent treats I could only enjoy sometimes, some were on the secret waitlist for my first forays into butt sex, and some were gonna be on the outside there—unless I developed a whole lot more sphincter flexibility. But Hawk, just on the down low, was one of my favourites. Because I didn’t get it on the regular, due to the nature of our relationship, but mostly because he had all of Aaron’s girth, filling me up to the point of extreme pleasure shaded with just a little pain, without the tendency to high five my cervix with frightening regularity. His hands tightened around my waist when he worried that I was going to pull off him, but that was not happening. I slid back down, frowning as shivers ran up my spine, my mouth falling open.
“Slade,” he said, darting a look over his shoulder.
I couldn’t wonder why, caught up as I was in this slow, meandering dance of desire, but I soon found out when Slade captured my arms as I raised them above my head. He cupped my breasts as I moved, rubbing those callused fingers over my nipples.
“You’re gonna come for Hawk, aren’t you, love?”
I nodded, a quick frantic thing. His words, his hands slipping down to play with my clit as Hawk focussed on thrusting up into me, forcing the pace to pick up, all of it made that fate inevitable.
“And he’s going to bite down on you right as you come, push you over the edge, mark you as his.”
I kept agreeing, wanting more of this story. It sounded glorious.
“And then I’m going to pluck our exhausted, beautiful mate from his lap and lay her on the bed.”
“To sleep?” I said hopefully. My body was starting to feel the strain of so much sex. My legs were beginning to shake, but I couldn’t bring myself to stop. The burn inside me demanded to be rubbed, pushed, thrust up against, the need almost an entity in itself.
“Soon, love, so soon. You’re doing so well, so beautiful. You look like a goddess, taking her pleasure. Only a couple more to go.”
My moan was an incoherent hymn to pleasure and pain. I was going to come again, that I knew. Orgasm was a sulky beast with Hawk, the sheer friction of him inside me coupled with any kind of clit action was gonna get me somewhere explosive. It just hovered in the corner of my consciousness, but became more and more persistent as we fucked. Like now.
“How you doing, mate? She’s getting close.”
“So am I,” Hawk growled.
He rolled us over and threw me down on the bed without breaking our connection, my legs wrapping around him. “Fuck!” I cried as my spine began to lengthen. It’s coming, I’m coming, so, so close.
“Hawk!” I yelped.
“Gotcha, babe.”
He thrust and he thrust and he thrust, his hard abdomen grinding into my clit with every stroke, and then it happened. He paused for a second, as if to prevent the inevitable.
“I love you so fucking much, Jules,” he said, and then he struck.
My cunt convulsed around him as he pulled screams from me, my whole body shaking with waves of pleasure as his fangs dug into my shoulder.
The bite created some kind of sonic boom inside us. Me, Hawk, we were both picked up and tumbled roughly together, meshed in ways I couldn’t follow as it happened so quickly, and then we were spat out.
I was in Tirian form, and so was he. He was a big, darker grey beast, his eyes glowing like green embers in the darkness. He strode over to my side, thrusting his muzzle into my fur, his teeth closing over my skin. My Tirian growled at that, but he stood firm, not hurting me, but not backing down either. Finally, our head snapped around and our teeth grabbed the same place in his ruff. Each held onto the other until the world shattered.
Where there were two wolves, now there was one. Hawk’s and my consciousnesses collided uncomfortably, doing something we’re not used to, but our Tirians had no such issues with. Their melding seemed almost a natural state, if the steady thrum inside this body was anything to go by. Then we began to run.
So much bigger, so much more powerful, our strides ate the ground beneath us. Wolflantis hovered there on the horizon, coming closer with each thud of our paws. Something shifted in the black water, as if summoned by our previous escapades with the portal, something sinuous. Red lights winked into being all along the far coast, more of those fucking ghost wolves, and we were running straight towards them. The black sun fell lower and lower in the sky, as it always did when we came here, and I felt our body stretch and bunch, running harder, faster to catch it.