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There had been a breach.
LINKON CITY HALL EMERGENCY NOTICE. A HIGH RISK BEAST HAS REPORTEDLY BEEN SIGHED IN THE CITY. STAY INDOORS AFTER DARK AND SECURE ALL DOORS AND WINDOWS.
All Hunters had been posted around the city in search of the missing test subject. The mission file hadn’t said much about the PERP, only his name.
Valko.
I hadn’t been the first to find him. Ruffians and lowlifes took their shot before any other hunter did. Even a few Wanderers tried their luck, but Valko dispatched them all like it was nothing.
We’d fought, and, to both of our horror, had tied. I would’ve tried to get the upper hand and dragged his ass back to the Hunter Association, but another Wanderer had shown up, and, unfortunately for me, Valko had saved my life.
It was a slip-up. A stupid mistake I’d beaten myself up over for the past few days. Because now I owed him. I didn’t know what, but my damn moral code wasn’t going to let me budge on it.
That meant the last time I found him, I couldn’t bring myself to hand him in. Admittedly, he’d seen me coming from a mile away. My ‘elaborate plan’ of wearing the wolf mask and stolen clothes of another werewolf I’d knocked out down an alleyway bordering the N109-Zone had proven… fruitless.
Before I even had a chance to confront him, he’d dropped down, leather hugging his muscular form like a second skin, and had called me out. ‘You think you can be a wolf just by wearing our skin? Too bad your scent gave you away.’
I punched him in the jaw after that. Hard.
Of course he had a better sense of smell. He was a werewolf. But there was something about the way he said it, and the way his eyes the color of sweet honey drank in my own leather-clad form like I was a fucking banquet.
That had kept me up, too.
But I wasn’t going to stop.
Life debt or not, I was a Hunter. He was, as of this moment, my enemy. A job. A mission. I had to bring him in, even if I didn’t fully believe he was the threat Linkon City were making him out to be.
To make matters worse, he had reached out to me. It wasn’t a matter of tracking him down and fighting him on random rooftops anymore. He had reached out to me.
I was sceptical, naturally.
But, being the only apple in the tree currently, I decided to just go for it. There was nothing stopping me, and if he tried anything, I knew I’d be able to win if I pushed myself hard enough, life debt aside.
As it turned out, Valko wasn’t the only wolf, and there was a conspiracy to eradicate all of those like him from Linkon City. I’d heard him out. I’d looked at the evidence. And even played along with his little show, attending the soiree as his ‘assistant’ and wearing his damned ring. But despite the time we’d spent together trying to uncover the mystery, despite me swallowing my loyalty like a ball of lead, he’d played me.
The deal we’d struck was a falsehood. And now I was pissed.
When Valko had told me anyone who followed him would follow me if I wore his ring, I thought it meant metaphorically. Instead, I had a pack of werewolves tailing me all the way to the Hunter’s Association, and I’d been interrogated by my own people.
When they’d confiscated the ring, they’d found his scent trapped inside. He’d marked me.
It took five hours to convince my own people I wasn’t a double agent.
Valko had been using every piece of information against me, and now, it had bitten me in the ass. Hard.
As soon as I was freed from the pearly white crutches of my own work, I beelined straight for my motorcycle. Valko’s territory was on the other side of town, but there was nothing stopping me now.
Trafficking laws were the least of my concern. All I cared about was finding that bastard and giving him a piece of my mind. The ring had been confiscated back at the Hunter’s Association. If he wanted it back, he would have to fetch it himself, but I doubted he’d risk being captured again just for a piece of metal, even if he did seem anxious to part with it.
My bikes tires skidded against the asphalt with a screech, leaving black smudges behind them.
Valko was in the Northside Alleyway. One of his usual haunts.
I ripped my helmet off my head and threw it to the ground before tearing myself off the bike. Valko turned to face me with that usual, lazy grin, and I felt rage boil in my stomach and burn its way up my throat.
“Hey, there, Fangs,” he said the nickname he’d given me after our second fight, when I had posed as one of his kind and lacked the necessary teeth to actually bite him.
He knew it pissed me off. So, naturally, I threw a left hook.
Valko barely dodged the swing and stumbled back with wide, golden eyes.
“What the hell?” he snapped, but I swung again.
This time, my fist collided with his jaw, and I felt the impact almost shatter my knuckles, but at least it hit. Valko spat out a mouthful of blood as his head lashed to the side, but before he could recover, I kicked him square in the chest with all of my might.
His colossal form flew back and slammed against the cold, wet ground. The dull neon lights above us hummed, casting our bodies in an otherworldly glow as I straddled his winded form and pinned his neck to the ground with my forearm.
“Are you insane?” he choked and wrapped his hands around my wrist.
“You set me up,” I hissed through gritted teeth right in front of his face.
Valko didn’t even blink when my saliva washed across him. But his features softened.
“What?” he asked in a quiet voice.
“That ring,” I spat. “It was filled with your scent. Your people followed me right to the fucking Hunter’s Association, and they pinned me as a traitor.”
“You… You got burned?” Valko asked. “Fangs, I--”
“Don’t you dare,” I snapped as I pressed harder on his throat.
I felt his Adam’s apple bob against my arm. Thick bone dragging against muscle.
He was still. Unmoving. And his eyes were wide as he stared up at me like he was seeing me for the first time. But then his gaze hardened, and he shoved at my arm again. That strange, tender moment had ended in a blink, so I lifted my fist up to punch him again, but he snatched it mid-swing.
He sat up without any effort, which made me feel like he had been letting me straddle him, and pinned my arm behind my back.
“Look, I was trying to help, but--” Valko suddenly gasped and buried his face into my hair. “Your scent…”
My breath hitched as his nose dragged along my neck, followed by something sharp. Every muscle in his body stiffened, and his arms around my body tightened like a vise.
My instinct kicked in and I managed to wriggle my arm out of his tight grip and shoved him back against the ground with both hands planted firmly on his chest.
Valko hardly reacted. His breathing was short, laboured, golden eyes darker now, like ambrosia, and hooded as they looked up at me. He grabbed one of my arms against his chest and lifted my wrist to his lips.
“What are you doing?” I asked in a hoarse voice.
Fuck.
Maybe I was more bothered than I anticipated.
Valko pressed his nose to my wrist and inhaled deeply. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, and then his tongue darted out and dragged along my pulse point.
I gasped and tried to pull my hand away, but Valko’s grip was like iron. Tight. Unmoving. Hard.
And that wasn’t the only thing that was hard.
I felt him pressing against my thigh. I couldn’t ignore it, even if I tried. Valko seemed too wrapped up in sniffing me senseless, stuck in some kind of feral haze as he breathed me in like I was a lifeline.
“That… ring,” he panted. “Was the only thing… hiding your scent.”
“What?” I whispered as my eyes widened.
“From me… from… every other wolf.” Valko groaned and tugged on my arm, forcing me to lie against his chest. “I’m in heat, Fangs.”
“You’re…” My words died on my tongue, and I stared down at Valko, now almost nose-to-nose like the predator he was.
His golden eyes were muddied in color, his pupils almost swallowing them entirely. With every ragged intake of breath, my chest moved, too. For a moment, I simply stared at him, paralyzed by shock and a terrifying bout of arousal that shot through my body and pierced straight to my core.
But then my Hunter training kicked in, fucking finally, and I bared my teeth at him again. This time, I pulled away with all of my might, and I gripped his throat with one hand. The other hovered over my pistol, fingertips brushing against the cool metal.
Valko’s eyes fluttered as I squeezed his throat, but not because I was depriving him of oxygen. He let out a low whimper, and his hips bucked up against mine in one short, fast motion.
I gasped again as his clothed cockhead rubbed against my cunt. The friction-- fuck-- I stared down at him in wide-eyed shock, still squeezing his throat.
“Sweetheart,” he purred as he rolled his hips again, this time slowly, languidly. “I gave that ring to you… to protect you.”
“From you?” I asked as I tried to control my breathing, but I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter by the second.
“Yes.”
Valko’s eyes were black now, and I shuddered as his hands trailed up my body to my neck. Not my hand reaching for my gun. Not the hand throttling him against the ground.
He was caressing me, his touch like electricity as it glided over my curves before he tangled his hands in my hair and tugged. I gasped as I was brought forward, but that sound was swallowed by his mouth as it crashed against mine.
I melted like butter on a hot day. Putty in his hands in the blink of an eye. His taste, musky but slightly sweet, filled my mouth and drowned me. Teeth, tongue, I was being devoured by him, and I couldn’t find the will to break away.
My grip on his throat loosened as he wrapped his arms around me and pressed me closer, but Valko growled.
“Tighter,” he hissed against my lips before he slid his tongue into my mouth again.
I obliged. My fingers squeezed around his throat, and the groan that left his mouth made my thighs tremble.
I didn’t realize I’d been grinding against him until Valko used one of his hands to guide my hips. The added pressure of my clothed core against his hard cock made me moan into his mouth, and Valko swallowed that sound down, too.
“Valko…” My panted words were lost against his lips.
No matter how much I tried to pull away, even an inch, Valko’s lips chased after mine.
He consumed.
He devoured.
But I was lost to it now.
Another tug. Valko followed like a dog on a leash.
“Valko.” Smothered words. “Val--”
“Can’t you feel what you do to me?” he breathed against my lips, followed by the lightest brush of his fangs. “What I’ve been trying to fight?”
Both of Valko’s hands gripped my hips and pulled me down against his dick. We both groaned, and I planted my hands firmly against his chest, nails digging into his skin. The werewolf looked down and a lupine smile spread across his face at the pain I was inflicting on him.
Sadist.
“If you think I’m going to let you fuck me in this alleyway… you’re dead wrong.”
A weak choice of words, but I could see where this was going. And I had to tell him before my brain was completely enshrouded by the fog that was claiming it.
Valko’s grin turned even more feral, and he gripped the hair at the nape of my neck hard. He tugged, tilting my head back, and raised his torso from the ground to drag his tongue up the length of my bare neck.
“But you’ll let me fuck you?” he purred against the sensitive flesh.
I tried to squeeze my legs together, but his thighs blocked me. That action only made the asshole chuckle, the vibrations tickling my neck as he nuzzled his nose against my pulse point.
“Don’t try and hide it from me, Fangs,” he whispered with a flick of his tongue. “I can smell how wet you are already.”
My cheeks burned, but I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. The tables had turned, and I hated it. So, I had to find a way to get the upper hand.
Or lower.
I slid my palm down his chest until it met his belt buckle. Loosening that was quick work, and the cocky smirk on his face vanished into wide-eyed stupor as I broke past the restrictive barrier and gripped him.
I could tell how big he was, just from my hand alone. I squeezed him tightly and dragged up, feeling the wetness from his leaking tip coating my palm. Valko growled and bucked against me, but I used my other hand to grip his neck again.
His eyes widened, but he tipped his head back in submission as I slowly pumped him up and down.
“Down, boy,” I whispered against his lips.
That unraveled him. Valko whined, his shoulders sagging as he gripped my hips desperately.
“Please,” he pleaded against me, body limp and pliable beneath me. “Baby--”
That was new.
And a lot better than Fangs.
I squeezed his throat again, and he let out another ragged moan that tickled my palm.
“I told you, Valko.” I brushed my lips against his sharp jawline until they reached his ear. “Not in this alleyway.”
Valko moved before I could even blink. With a feral growl, he scooped me up in his arms, forcing my legs around his waist. I wrapped my arms around his neck, clinging to him like a lifeline as the athletic force of nature jumped onto the pole lining the side of the warehouse beside us and started climbing.
“Valko,” I shrieked as I clung to him tighter as the plummet became taller and taller.
He ignored me. He clawed at the pipe, growling between breaths as he scaled the warehouse like it was nothing.
Heights didn’t scare me. I was a Hunter. But heights with a very shifty grip on a very feral man scared me. One wrong move, and we’d both fall to our deaths.
When he finally reached the rounded rooftop, he kept one hand under my ass to support me and took off in a sprint. His heavy footsteps rattled the metal roofing as he ran, and I buried my face into the crook of his neck in the hopes that if we did plummet through the unsturdy rafters, I’d at least not know until the very last minute.
But then… he stopped.
Valko threw himself down onto his knees and let my back fall against the roof of the warehouse with a dull thud. There was no time to ask him what the hell he was doing, because he was crawling across me. Head ducked, his nose pressed against my body and breathing me in like a drug.
He trailed up my abdomen, along my naval, between the valley of my breasts, to my neck. He pressed hot, wet kisses, peppered from my collarbone to the back of my ear. His breath was hot and heavy between them, and I found the little control I had slipping.
“Why… are we on a rooftop?” I managed to ask as my hands trailed up his bulging biceps.
“It’s not the alleyway,” he purred against my throat, fangs threatening to draw blood as they scraped across it.
I could practically hear the grin in his voice, and I huffed out a weak, strained laugh. He had a point. We weren’t in the alleyway. We were on a fucking rooftop.
I went to open my mouth to speak, but Valko nipped at my jawline. Not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough to hurt. I gasped, and Valko rolled his hips against mine.
He was still painfully hard. I could hear him straining against his leather pants, and after feeling how big he was, part of me wanted to know how much he would stretch me out.
“Smell… so… good,” he panted against my neck before he licked a long stripe from my collarbone to my chin. “Need you…”
“Valko.” I pawed at his chest, making him whine.
He moved lower, fangs scraping against my shirt, and then he buried his face between my thighs. He groaned as he breathed in my scent through my pants, his large nose rubbing directly against my clit.
I gasped, back arching as my fingers threaded through his red hair right between his ears and tugged. Valko growled and pressed his face further against me, his breath warm and hot against my already throbbing core.
“You… have no idea… how good you smell, Fangs.” His voice was muffled against the fabric of my pants, and the vibrations made me squirm. “Everyone in my territory will be able to smell you. Dripping. For me.”
Valko let out a feral growl and started tonguing my core through my pants. I gasped at the strange sensation. Warmth, yet still blocked by a barrier, albeit a thin one.
I glanced down at him, desperate between my legs, rutting against the metal rooftop as he licked at me.
My grip on his hair never loosened, never tightened, I just held like he was an anchor I couldn’t release. And I couldn’t. I fucking couldn’t because if I did, this would all become too real.
“Valko.” My breath hitched in my throat and made me hiccup as I felt his tongue honing in on my clit like a missile. “S-Stop… teasing.”
I was met with a growl in response before Valko tore himself away like he’d been scalded.
“You’re right,” he growled as his clawed hands pulled my pants down in one fluid motion. “If I wait any longer… I don’t know what I’ll do to you.”
I stared at him then, as big as he was, chest heaving up and down, golden eyes smothered by obsidian pupils as he licked his lips at me spread before him like a meal.
The moonlight was the only thing illuminating him. The pearly rock was almost full and unshrouded by any clouds tonight. Linkon City seemed like a distant hum, and even the neon lights of its skyscrapers couldn’t reach us here.
There was just me, Valko, and the thing that governed him watching us like a silent sentinel.
For a moment, a flash of him, the Valko not in heat, appeared. It was a brief, fleeting softening of his features. His eyebrows loosened from their stern frown, gold returned to his blackened eyes, his ears drooped, and his lips unfurled from their snarl bearing his fangs.
But he was swallowed up by the feral beast clawing to get out in an instant.
Valko descended upon me like a crashing wave. His teeth tore off my underwear, a cheap pink frilly piece of fabric a certain someone had bought me before they disappeared again. Discarded and bare with nothing left to hide me, Valko wasted no time in delving his face against my pussy.
I cried out, the sound echoing around the desolate part of Linkon and bouncing back. My heart pulsed in my ears, throbbed in my core, pounded in my chest. I was overwhelmed, and all he had done was taste me.
Fuck.
He was tasting me.
No, feasting on me.
The sounds Valkor made as he lapped at my juices, smothered his tongue and nose as deep as he could into me, a sensual chorus of groans, whimpers, and pathetic whines.
They all made me wetter. I could feel it coating his face as he rubbed himself desperately against me, like he was trying to fuse us as one. His tongue plunged, in, out, while his nose gave my clitoris the perfect amount of friction.
I was boneless beneath him, legs spread wide to accommodate his broad shoulders. My head lolled back against the metal at the cost of watching him eat me alive. But I felt him. It was impossible not to. Every hum caused by his moans, every swipe of his tongue, every nuzzle of his face, bringing him deeper.
His tail wagged behind him in a jerky motion, like he was incapable of controlling it when all of his attention was on me.
“Valko,” I moaned as I tugged harder on his locks.
He growled against my core, nipping at my clit which sent a sharp jolt of pain and arousal through me at once. He buried his tongue deeper, and when I glanced down only to see his eyes closed in pure worship as he ate me out, I thought I was going to fucking die.
“C-Can’t…” His words were muffled by my heat, but I heard them. “Need…”
Valko’s hips grinded harder against the metal rooftop. The metal banged with every needy thrust, and I let out a ragged breath as I realized what he wanted. It was the exact same thing I wanted. No. Needed. All pretense was shattered like glass. It turned liquid, dripping out of me and onto Valko’s tongue still ravaging me like it held an answer he needed.
Even though he wanted it, he still wouldn’t take it. He tongued at my entrance like it was an oasis, so I pulled back the power I’d lost the moment he’d laid me down on the rooftop and crawled over me.
I yanked on his hair, making him yelp as he was forced up. Rather than letting him collapse on top of me, I wrapped my legs around his waist and spun. Valko’s back hit the roof with a smack, and he hardly had time to process the sudden shift as I slid down his body and pulled his leather pants down.
The fabric had stuck to his thighs as he’d grown sweatier, and I was half-tempted to pull my knife out and cut them off when his claws hands quickly reached down and helped me yank them off.
His thighs…
Fuck.
They were pure blocks of muscle. I could see them straining as he reached for the hem of his underwear, of which was being pulled taut by the huge erection straining against them, but I stopped his hand before he could pull them any further.
“You made me wait,” I purred as I pushed his black vest further up his chest so I could see his sweat-slicked abs glistening in the moonlight. “You made me whine.”
Valko tried to jerk his hips up, yearning to inch his leaking tip still hidden by damp fabric closer to my mouth, but I shoved them down with a firm hand.
He could have overpowered me. I knew it. I’d been in denial before, but I’d see what he could do, countless times. But he submitted. His ass stayed flat against the rooftop as he pouted his lips, and I couldn’t fight the grin that spread across my face.
“Good boy.”
Those two words unleashed a floodgate I wasn’t ready for.
Valko choked, head slamming back against the metal beneath him as something white seeped through the dark fabric of his underwear.
His tail lashed between his legs as he squeezed his eyes shut and his entire face scrunched up.
I let out a sharp, short laugh of disbelief as my hand trailed up his trembling thigh.
“Did I just make you come from that, wolf boy?” I asked as I grazed my fingers against his concealed shaft.
Valko whimpered but kept his hips still, and, somehow, he found the strength to glance down at me with obsidian eyes.
“Almost,” he spat through gritted teeth.
“Almost.” I chuckled as I ran my tongue against the wet patch and groaned in unison with the werewolf as I felt the salty taste of his precum coat my tongue.
I swallowed the small droplet, but when I glanced up across the chiseled landscape of his chest and found him still looking down at me with pleading, puppy dog eyes, I knew I couldn’t tease him anymore.
I jerked his briefs down, and his hard, aching cock sprang free. It slapped against his abdomen as the fabric was removed, and I groaned at the sight of him in all his leaking glory.
He must have been at least seven and a half inches. Two prominent veins lined the underside of his shaft, trailing just below the tip before sinking into the soft, pink flesh. He was leaking a steady stream of precum, the tip glossy and swollen. But what surprised me the most wasn’t just his size.
At the very base of his large cock was a knot. Swollen, just like his cockhead, and pulsing with every laboured breath he took.
“Fuck,” I breathed as I brushed my fingers against it. “Valko…”
“Don’t,” he growled as his hips finally jerked up again, causing my fingertips to press harder against the sensitive flesh. “Don’t touch it yet.”
“Sensitive?” I grinned and hovered my lips against the base of his dick.
“Fangs…” he warned through gritted teeth. “Don’t.”
As soon as my tongue swiped across his knot, I was slammed back against the rooftop. I didn’t even see him move, he was just a blur of teeth and fur. Air escaped my lungs with a ragged sound, and the metal beneath my wrists churned before splitting apart and resealing themselves around my skin.
My head snapped down to glare at Valko for using his evol to cuff me to the rooftop, but he was already on top of me. His massive form forced my legs to spread wide in order to accommodate him.
I tugged uselessly, wanting to touch him, feel him before he embedded himself inside of me, but I was trapped. Valko growled with every breath, drool dripping down his chin and dropping onto my shirt. His claws lashed out to rectify the barrier between us, and my breasts sprang free. The sight of them only made him more feral. He buried his face against them, licking, slobbering, and I felt his cock slide between my folds.
The friction made both of us moan, and I bucked my hips to feed more of him inside me, but he bit down on the softness of my breast in warning. Blood beaded around the tiny fang marks, and when Valko licked them clean, his eyes rolled back into his head again.
“Everything about you…” he breathed as he lapped at the forming beads. “Is addictive.”
I tried to pull out of the hard, restrictive grip the metal had on my wrists, but it was pointless. I heard the metal groan under the attempt, but it didn’t budge.
I was an offering. I was at his mercy. I hated it but part of me couldn’t get enough.
This game of cat and mouse had been going ever since we first clashed. Predator and prey, only we were both, always switching, always changing.
Right now, pinned to the rooftop, naked, trembling, with his feral form hovering over me about to take me for everything I had… I was prey.
“I’ve wanted to do this ever since you first attacked me, Fangs,” he said in a husky voice, dragging his tip up and down my slick. “I held off. It took every ounce of strength I had… but I did it.”
“Why?” I whispered as I forced my hips to stay down.
“Because I didn’t want to let this part of me take control,” he rasped as he nuzzled his face into my chest. “I wanted you to trust me. I wanted you… wanted…”
His words died into a long, drawn-out groan.
Valko sheathed himself inside of me in one hard movement. I cried out as his length filled me, knot pulsing against my entrance, while he roared into the crook of my neck.
It burned like holy fire, but it felt so fucking good.
I tugged desperately now, wanting nothing more than to drag my nails down his back and draw blood, penance for what he did to my breast, and hear the sounds it drew from him.
But it was fruitless. Valko’s body pressed down against mine, a heavy, warm weight grounding me as he pulled his cock all the way out until only the tip remained inside. Then, he slammed forward again with a feral growl.
I gasped, wind knocked from my lungs as he split me open once more. He did the same thing, over and over, like he was stretching me out, before he finally built up a rhythm that made my toes curl.
Every thrust made his knot push against my entrance. It was impossible to think how that would fit inside of me when he was already filling me up to my limit.
The tip of his dick kissed my cervix and dragged against my g-spot every time he pulled out, only to slam back in and light my body on fire.
“So good, so good, so good,” he chanted in time with his thrusts. “Can’t stop, can’t stop, can’t stop.”
His hands pawed at me. It was like our bodies had fused together, and every sensation was blurring into one. He was on my hips, my breasts, my neck, my hands. Valko licked at my neck, peppered kisses along my jaw, slid his tongue into my mouth, nuzzled his nose against mine.
I couldn’t think. I could only feel.
“V-Val… ko,” I choked as I felt the coil in my stomach tighten. “I can’t…”
He groaned as my walls tightened around him. I was teetering on the edge already, and I was about to plummet.
“If you come, I won’t be able to hold back,” he warned against my ear, his breath hot and ragged.
“I-I--”
I squeezed my eyes shut as I tried to hold back, but with every hard thrust, I was pushed closer to falling.
“I’ll knot you, Fangs,” he hissed through gritted teeth. “You know what that means, right?”
Of course I did.
I had an albeit limited knowledge of werewolves, but the Hunter’s Association had given us all a dossier on werewolves and their… habits.
If he knotted me, we’d be conjoined. If he knotted me, his cum would be trapped inside of me. If he knotted me… I’d be his.
Marked. Claimed. Not just by his fangs or scent, but by his seed.
I was past the point of seeing reason.
I hardly knew him, yet I couldn’t bring myself to tell him to stop. I didn’t want to. I was being simultaneously torn apart and sewn back together again. I was being devoured, consumed, engulfed in him completely, and I didn’t want to be anywhere else right now.
“Take off the cuffs,” I whispered as I hooked my legs around his waist and pulled him deeper into me.
Valko cried out as more of his knot breached my entrance, and he had to adjust his pace to make sure it didn’t slide in too soon.
He looked down at me then, with those beautiful dark eyes still smothered by obsidian lust.
“You’re sure?” His words were soft, despite the brutal movement of his hips against mine.
I nodded. Words were too cumbersome. But he understood.
The metal churned and I felt their steely grip vanish as they pooled beneath my hands. As soon as my hands were free, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his lips to mine.
Our lips met in a fiery kiss, teeth clashing, tongues battling. His fangs cut my bottom lip, but I didn’t care, even when the tangy taste of my blood flooded our mouths.
Valko groaned with every thrust now, pathetic whimpers mixed in a delicious symphony when I squeezed his cock tightly.
“Fangs…” he whined as his rhythm faltered, knot pushing and pushing closer.
“I told you not to fucking call me that,” I growled against his lips as I fisted the back of his hair and pulled.
An inhuman roar erupted from his throat as he drove himself fully inside of me. His knot popped inside, and my vision was smothered by white as I came from the sensation alone.
Every part of me was set alight, fire dancing down from my head all the way to my toes as I was completely filled by him. The stretch was immense, and I could feel the swollen base pulsating as he came deep inside of me.
His name left my lips like a prayer, reverent and broken, all at once, just as mine left his. Not Fangs. My name.
I clung to him like he was my salvation, our breaths merging as one. My walls trembled around him, legs locked tight to keep him right where he belonged. And I could feel his tail brushing against my leg as it loosely wagged.
He nuzzled into my neck, practically sobbing as his muscular arms wrapped around my body and held me tightly against him. His hips rolled against mine, prolonging the best orgasm of my fucking life, and I felt every inch of him grinding against my sensitive walls.
Our comedown felt like forever, but I was more than happy to stay in this blissful pocket of us for as long as possible.
The tight grip on his hair loosened. Instead, I carded my fingers through his rough locks and scratched the nape of his neck. Valko preened, peppering my neck with soft kisses as his whines died out to a soft, satisfied hum.
“You… should never have let them take that ring,” he mumbled into my neck in between lazy kisses.
I chuckled, the sound vibrating both of our chests, and Valko squeezed me tighter in response.
“Are you kidding, Val?” I smirked as my eyes began to feel heavy. “Losing that ring was the best thing I ever did.”
He was locked inside of me, our bodies fused together as one.
The game of cat and mouse had ended.
For now, at least.