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All it takes is a single whiff.
A single whiff and Valko’s brain switches off. His senses become fully attuned to one singular point, so sure and certain that he can suffer no form of doubt. It is invigorating, it is exact, it completes him.
His grandmother and aunt have told him about this more times than he can remember, especially when he got stronger with age. “You’ll soon find a mate, Valko. And that will be most recognisable through her scent. We’ll know if you hide it from us! ”
He didn’t think it would be this soon.
Especially not while you’re beating his ass.
And now all he wants is to drown in your scent.
You, on the other hand, are wondering why this idiot finds it so necessary to be cheeky. Your hands block his blows and strike when the window opens. But this foe isn’t like all the others you’ve dealt with.
“You sure do pack a punch.” He grins, dodging another one of your swats as he steps back. “Maybe getting in my way wasn’t the best idea?”
Dickhead!
Your fist cracks his jaw hard enough for you to feel it in your knuckles. It won't affect him that much, you know that. However, the pain is so worth it to see that bewildered look on his face. And the slight blush that dusts his cheeks.
“Aw, did you bite your tongue?” You gibe, dropping to slide your leg under his to throw him off balance. “Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to blabber while fighting!”
Somehow, somehow in ways that rattle you, he stumbles back, burgundy eyebrows wiggling as he bares his canines in a smile. “A little taunting doesn’t hurt.”
A little taunting. A little.
You have to laugh. It bubbles out of you in a disbelieving huff, then a low chuckle, growing in hysterics as you rise to your feet. He flinches back, he actually flinches at the sight and his ears— the fluffy ones on top of his head— twitch too, leaning back the more you stagger close. His biceps are tense, veins bulging against his skin, practically itching to engage the moment you strike him with an attack.
“Just a little taunting, right?” The smile stretching your lips is wide enough to make your cheeks ache. “Then take this!”
You aim for his gut and almost make the strike, but he intercepts. He catches your hand, his grip gentle but firm. Good.
In a heartbeat, you’re quick to pivot on your feet and spin back to aim your free arm, elbow-to-face. To a chiselled, pretty-eyed, soft-lipped face. But Valko catches on, his clawed hand already raised to block your elbow from breaking his nose.
He tackles your arm, locking it behind you to keep you from moving. “Smooth,” he says, his tone genuine in his sentiment. “I didn’t think the Hunters trained their own this well.”
If it weren’t for the lack of distance between you, you’d be cussing him out and writhing hard enough to free yourself. The thing is, you can’t help yourself to not do it. His breath falls on your nape so soft and warm it feels like a caress. Your eyes flutter, for a mere moment, entranced by how close he is; enchanted by his grip, so firm yet so hesitant to press too hard.
Your defences soften, sensing that he’s literally looming over you with his height. He’s fucking huge, those muscles in his arms could rival the size of your own thighs— you’d need a more thorough look for that. Waves of heat brush off him directly onto you, toasting you up like a heater in the middle of winter.
“Did you bite your tongue?” He hums. You can literally hear him pout from his high lilt. Fucking tease. A soft, bristly tail brushes your leg, curling up your calf and tensing up your muscles as you squirm.
“Was thinking about biting yours off.” You struggle in his grip, butting your head against the base of his neck, pulling a gasp from his lips— and not for the reason you’d think.
His hesitation is more than enough leeway for you to move. You jab your elbow in his gut and pivot as soon as his grip loosens, turning to face him with your hands shooting right towards his neck. You both tumble down to the wet tar road, his body cushioning you as he groans from the impact.
“Are you insane— hrrrk!” You squeeze his neck tight. The jump of his pulse becomes frantic beneath your fingers as you press him down, your knees bracketed over his hips.
“If that’s what we’re calling an instinct for defence, then by all means.” You snarl, slowly squeezing tighter. A choked gasp coughs out of him as his golden eyes flutter and start to roll back.
Shit.
It can’t be that tight of a hold, you haven’t started interrogating him yet.
Ever so slowly, you loosen your hold to grace him with enough air to breathe. The joints in your fingers barely twitch to ease your grip on his windpipe and, in a single blink, his hand clamps down completely over yours and presses down harder.
“Don’t back out when you’re in so deep.” He wheezes. He can’t stop himself from giving you his signature grin even in this state. It infuriates you almost as much as it titillates you.
“Oh, you are insufferable!”
Despite the fact that you’re on top of him, Valko crunches his weight and curls upwards until your noses are just a breath away from bumping. He nudges his head away, leaning to your ear. “Look, I was trying to help…”
Valko’s breath catches in his throat, and he slackens for a split second, his head bowing to your neck. Right beneath your fingers, his pulse jumps through his veins.
Sniff.
It’s like his whole body freezes up and relaxes, following a single instinct in response to something you can’t notice.
Sniiiffff. His sculpted nose cards up your scalp, deeply inhaling all the way to the soft shell of your ear. And when he finally releases that breath after a tense, bated ten seconds, a soft moan slips out.
“What… are you doing?”
“Your scent.” His whisper brushes down your spine. You can feel something gently pressing against your crotch that wasn’t there before. Your hips circle around it, familiar with the hard tenting ridge greeting you, a knee-jerk reaction as natural as breathing.
“Mm-mm.” You push at his chest, curving your hand from his neck to his nape as he hits the ground, taking you with him. His hands find purchase in your hips, pressing you down onto the throbbing erection beneath you.
It seems you’ve reached the peak of your game for the night. Your dear wolf won’t be able to hold on if you keep going like this.
“I’m sorry, baby.” Valko takes your wrist and presses his nose right there, dragging his flaring nostrils across your skin.
The muscles of his jaw tick beneath the neon street lights, his soft lips parting as his brows twitch. He pouts, tongue poking out to lather your bare skin in his saliva. “You just smell incredibly… good.”
“Val,” You relax completely on top of him, lightly smacking his chest. He’s too cute for you to chastise. “We were almost there.”
“I know,” He sighs that pathetic sigh of his, similar to when he nerds out on something you already know. Poor man loves to impress you. “But you’re so hot when you choke me. Can’t expect a wolf not to react to his mate.”
He grinds his hips upwards, emphasising his point. His cock must be fully hard by now. You can feel it twitching to be freed and reunited with the warmth of your pussy.
“Not to mention how wet ya must be.” It’s now a continuous rhythm, up and down, slow, gracious rolls of his hips into yours to let the electric pulses between your arousals meet. “It smells divine. Wanna drown my face in ya.”
A gust of the night breeze flows through your clothes, whispering a warning of incoming rain. Valko naturally runs hot. The cold wouldn’t bother him nor you. So long as you remain close to him, of course.
Valko, like every other time, does not let anything get between him and you during your fun hours. He won’t let a sliver of light pass through you if he had anything to say about it. He definitely won’t let a few lucky witnesses change the tempo— if anything, it’s a compliment to find themselves witnessing him fornicate with his mate.
“The roads are busy tonight.” You murmur, tracing circles on his broad chest, over his heart.
“Bustling with people.” Valko agrees, nodding his head so eagerly it makes you laugh.
“This alleyway isn’t that secluded from the main road. Anyone could walk by.”
“I think I recall you choosing where we’d play around with our scenario— ow!”
“Say that again for me, baby,” You croon with loving eyes, all while you pinch and twist his ear. “Couldn’t hear you over your tail slapping the road.”
“It is not— ow! Quit it!“
“Sorry, what was that?” You twist harder to hear him whine and jut his hips up harder, and that gives you all the confirmation you need.
Control turns into a concept, curling into the air like smoke. Valko rubs circles into your hips, smiling through the tantalising agony of your teasing. Little by little, he guides your hips back and forth over his own, slotting the slit of your clothed cunt above his length. Just like that.
“We.” He hisses, tongue darting out to collect the drool running down his chin. “You and I chose a risky spot, baby.” He fondles the plush flesh of your ass, letting it ripple in his hands as he pats it. “But it wouldn’t be a first.”
“Yeah?” You follow his rhythm, letting the worry ease away for the thrill to rush in. Thank goodness you opted to wear a skirt. “It’d be such a shame if we put it to waste.”
“Say it like that again.” Valko snarls.
Has he realised how much you enjoy it when he snarls? Probably not. It does something carnal to you, it makes you feral like him whenever he’s in the midst of a rut. Between wanting to tear off his clothes and kissing him senseless, you genuinely can’t pick.
So Valko chooses for you.
“Let’s make the best of it then.” His lips are on yours in a split second, nipping you with his sharp canines exactly how you want it. His skilled hands hike up your skirt, soothing your skin with the heat of his hands as the cool air makes you arch into him.
Down wanders your hand, over the huge muscle of his chest, raking your nails down his sensitive peaked nipples. Valko takes in a sharp breath as you pinch one, rubbing it in small, rough circles.
“Is teasing really necessary?” He groans against your lips, taking the lower between his teeth to graze. Maybe he should make you bleed a little and drink it right from you like the last time. He wants all of it, your nectar. In every form.
“You like to do it,” You lick his teeth as he bites you, and hiss when he sucks the small crimson drops out. Your hands wander down his abdomen, tracing over each ridge until you find the cool metal of his belt.
Clink.
“Consider it poetic justice.”
His laughs fill the nighttime air with unrestrained glee, a contrast to how gentle he is turning you over to your back. His lips find every open patch of skin, sucking and licking his way back to your face.
“Smells like you got new perfume,” Valko’s muffled voice notes, nuzzling into your neck for what won’t be the last time tonight. Your legs hook around his waist with ease, your skirt hiked up well above your hips.
His pants and boxers are shoved down his thick, muscular thighs with haste, and his cock springs out so hard that a steady stream of precum slides down the jugular vein running down his shaft. It’s practically steaming, proudly bobbing towards your pulsating cunt like a compass to its true north.
The power of a mate’s scent has always been known as an excessive stimulant to the senses, which Valko understands. To experience it in practice, even after being with you for months, is still so jarring. He wants to be engulfed in everything that is you.
“Is it?”
“Hmm?” You’d been so blissed out by the sheer heat of his cockhead glossing your lace-covered entrance that you weren’t listening. There's no way you can be blamed for it, especially when you’ve got Valko all over you like this!
“You.” Valko licks a long stripe up your neck to your jaw, moaning at your taste. “Smell.” His nose rubs all over your cheek, deeply inhaling your natural aroma. “Ravishing.”
The gusset of your lacy panties hooks over his finger for him to push aside, and he finally moves.
No matter how often you have sex, the sheer size of him will always make your eyes widen with a pitched gasp. It’s a homecoming of its own lewd design, heavy with its thickness stretching you beyond your mind’s capacity to keep up.
It always takes a minute for you to adjust, barely letting yourself move lest you wish to feel his length nudge every sensitive spot it touches.
“S’it too much?” Valko huffs, his pretty gold eyes wide. The vein on his temple bulges as you clench around him.
“Perfect.” You pull him closer, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, lapping the drool dripping down the corner of his lip. “Might just cum like this.”
He pulls his hips back slowly, dragging each inch of him out until the bulbous tip remains. “Can’t have that, can we?”
He slams his hips into yours, stuffing his cock balls-deep, leaving no space for anything that isn’t him. Moans slip from your lips lustily, punctuated by each deep thrust as Valko picks up the pace. Your neck gets speckled with sharp bites and heated licks, his breath hot and fanning your skin.
The rumble of the nighttime traffic turns into pure noise, a trivial concern second to the spine-shivering pleasure of hearing Valko’s husky, raw groans right in your ear.
“So loud tonight, Ko.” You coo, but your hypocrisy is palpable.
“Not gonna be quiet when you—“ Valko draws his cock back only to swiftly prod as deep as he can go, his heavy sacks roughly rubbing against your mounds. “—are trying to milk me dry.”
His thrusts turn pointed, constantly pounding in that same delicious spot and that makes your eyes roll back in lascivious glee. Every bounce of impact has you skid across the tar and Valko pulls you back to him, hands tight on your waist.
You’re bunching your hands up his top, reaching to claw and scratch the taut muscles from his waist, to his shoulders, marking him in you until he bleeds. “Ssss—oh my—“ Valko hisses and pulls himself up to sit on his heels.
Angling his hips forward, he pulls you on him, raising your rump so high that your back is stuck in a mean arch. He’s back at it, driving his fat cock in and out of your weeping cunt like a piston, relishing the noisy squelches you make for him as he slides right back into your warm, sopping cavern.
“You’re gulping me up,” Valko jerks his head to the side, burgundy hair plastered to his forehead. “Don’t wanna let me leave, do you?”
Barely a short distance away from you, the blinding shine of headlights halt and a car door bangs shut. Low murmurs from two— no, three people catch your wavering attention. You should seriously be quiet, avoid being seen. You really, really should.
But Valko’s so deep inside you, circling his hips ‘round yours nice and slow every time he bottoms out. You can feel him twitching and throbbing, you can feel that mushroom tip bumping each soft crevice of your walls so precisely that you can’t silence the ecstasy he pulls out of you.
Dammit, he needs to feel you cum around his cock. The only thing he can clearly envision is your pretty face going slack, your smooth back arching, your voice pitching up so high only he would be able to hear it.
Merely thinking about it has even more spit slobbering down his chin. Now he has to achieve that at least three times. Fuck the nocturnal snoops lurking by. Neither of you are gonna stop.
They can get a front seat on how a wolf makes his beloved mate cum hard enough to feel like he's in rut.
The noises are getting louder now. Your heart is pounding your chest, anxious with the nerves and the sick desire to be seen with your Valko. What would they do about it?
“…think this is the right way…”
“You sure we aren’t lost?”
“Course I’m sure—“
“Wait. Do you guys hear that?”
Droplets of rain bounce on you, slowly sinking into the fabric of your clothes. Impeccable timing for a shower of rain to come pouring in.
“I told you we should have taken the umbrella!” One voice complains as heavy shoes and heels on gravel crunch closer. Neither of you stop— if anything, you do the opposite.
“Relax.” The other says. “We just need to check if the club’s here, and we’ll be fine.”
“Guys, do you not hear that squelching noise—“
“It’s raining, you’re probably hearing things again.”
“I don’t think I’d be hearing moans.”
“You seriously need to stop listening to those boyfriend audios.”
You raise your leg, pressing it against Valko’s side, and he quickly hooks it over his shoulder. “Val, ohh— we’ve got visitors… passing by.” You tease, barely able to speak through the hiccups breaking through each word.
“Let them come.” Valko throws his head back, groaning so loud you can’t tell if he’s deliberately getting louder or if he’s close.
The telltale signs rush in hastily, his constant rhythm faltering. “Baby— baby!” His thumb finds your clit and presses down, rubbing your sensitive bud in wet circles as his thrusts grow sloppy. “Can you cum for me? Need to feel you, need you—“
You crane your head back, turning it just a bit to see three pairs of legs planted on the tar by the corner turning right in the direction of your copulating forms. The looks of pure shock on their faces are too blurry from the rain for you to see, and yet your back’s arching at the thought of it. You can’t help yourself, you have to writhe and jut your hips for more.
“What the—“
“Holy shit.”
A low, animalistic growl from Valko sends them sprinting back to their car, cussing their disbelief into the air before the engine bursts to life. The dull shine from the headlights disappear not long after, leaving only the crimson shine of the neon lights above you.
“Oh, fuck!” He laughs wildly into the air, skin steaming despite the cool pelts of rain hitting him. His hands rub soothing circles on the swell of your thighs, tugging you closer. “Was that good? I felt so territorial, had my blood boiling seeing them stand there.”
All you can do is nod enthusiastically. You’d been at a loss for words up to this point, with moans and breathless sighs being your only communion to him. Though Valko is fluent in your lustful cadences and joyously obeys your every command.
Scream after a sharp thrust? He’ll do it ten more times, each time harder than the last.
Hum serenely when he stops to kiss you? He’ll slip his tongue in and have you taste him.
Pull his hair? He’ll moan so loud he might as well start howling.
“Oh, so — hah— fucking good. Want your knot—“ You push your fingers into Valko’s mouth before he can speak. “Why can’t it be a fucking full moon— oh…Val—ah! Want you so swollen and full inside you can’t pull out."
“Mmphh—“ His cock slips out completely, hips still bucking into yours without a second thought. The hot, crying, dusty pink tip of his gorgeous, hot girth keeps on tapping your clit with a trail of precum keeping you together.
“Would turn the fucking moon for you, make myself go into rut.” He laps at your fingers, grazing each one with his sharp teeth. “Fuck I’d do it all just to hear you scream my name.”
“You’d do that for me, Ko?” You pout, your hips already sore from bucking back and forth to keep his cock inside. “You’d be such a good boy—“
“ ‘m I not being good already?” His golden eyes are already starting to glow bright. “Thought I was givin’ it to you how you want it? Is my cock not deep enough?”
Those large, hot hands grab at your soft globes, hiking you higher up his muscular, corded thighs. You can barely see his face from how the air that leaves his kiss-swollen lips instantly condenses.
You’re both completely soaked— from the rain, from your sweat, from the sheer arousal pooling out of you both. The sensation of cold is a tickle to you; Valko’s body heat is more than abundant, amplifying the hot burn rushing through you.
“Valko, want you back inside.” You moan, veering your hips up to catch his cock as he grinds, but you miss. And this stubborn wolf humps your thigh instead. He keeps going at it, pressing himself deeper into your flesh, moaning as if pure bliss rests upon you— which it does.
“Is my thigh that good?” You tease, rubbing your ankle by his jaw. The groan that rumbles through his chest vibrates right down to your cunt, gushing out another fountain of slick nectar.
“Every part of ya is,” Valko moans. “Wanna paint you with my cum, with my spit, until ya smell only me.” His hips quiver as the underside of his fat girth rubs your soft, plush skin, slathering you in his pre. You can practically smell it over the rain— he wants you to smell like him.
“It’s more than good,” Valko traces the lightest shapes over your swollen red clit, pressing down in short pulses in tune with his humping. “Love that everything smells like you. But the source is better.”
His fingers trail down the path of your puffy lips, squeezing them, then collects your slick from your cunt and brings his fingers to his nose. Sniff.
Sniiiiiifff. He sucks your milky juices right off his fingers, moaning at the taste. “Fucking delicious.”
Then his fingers slip right into you, three thick fingers, and pump in and out while his cock rubs on your thigh. You arch, drawn tight and ready to burst the second he curves his digits exactly where they should be.
“Valko!”
“Uh-huh.” He nods into your calf, scenting you before he sinks his teeth into you. You yelp from the shock, the pain quickly easing into pleasure as your climax rushes to you in a raging tempest of need.
“You’ll praise me if I put it back in, right?” He nudges his cock on your entrance, missing with every fucking thrust. “Call me a good boy?”
Placing all your weight on one arm, you shoot up and grip his jaw. “You’ll have to prove it, and right now you’re being the opposite.” You take his cheek between your cheek and bite hard. “But you can make up for it. I’m feeling very generous tonight.”
Valko’s chest rumbles with a low, gruff growl. “Harder.” His fingers slip out of you and plunge back in harder, curling up faster than before. “I’ll be good, just hold me harder.”
You squeeze his square, slack jaw and bite harder. “Put it in.”
“Yes, baby, oh fuck yes.” His fingers are out instantly, leaving your cunt gaping and clenching for him. But you don’t even get to whine from the loss— he fills you up just as fast with his cock, pulling you into his lap so every inch of him is completely inside.
“Ohhh, good boy.” You cry out, hips instantly circling above him as he bounces you up and down his cock in time with his thrusts. “So precious… mhm, right there!”
You’re both babbling and clinging, rutting wild and without restraint. Every kiss you share is wet with your thick saliva and the cool rain, the steam rising from Valko’s heated tanned skin mixes with your breathless pants. “So big and strong, my Valko— more!”
“Ya choking me.” Valko smiles into another biting kiss, full of your tongues sliding over teeth. He guides your hand down and presses on your pelvis. Each rut, each grind, has his length pushing and bulging out. The print of him on your hand and his own covering yours completely might be your breaking point.
“Love being good— hnn!” Your foreheads press together, breaths mingling as the world fades to only you and him. You and Valko, that is all there is. “Love you, I love you.”
“Mmh, ‘nd I love you—“ The affirmation triggers the coil to finally snap, releasing a flood of blissful heat. “Fuck!”
You clamp down on him firm and tight, your rain-soaked body tenses up completely in his arms as your nails claw down his face and neck— so tender yet so unrestrained. His creamy sap bursts in hefty pulses, hot and thick, his hips bucking up so much mushroom head keeps butting it.
There are no words that exist other than your name and Valko’s. There is no sense other than that of recognising him and he, you.
Without a single thought in mind, you're both still clawing visible skin, tugging at your clammy clothes, dragging your hands down each others’ faces. The sensation alone soothes the violent pounding of your chest, letting the haze of carnal passion simmer away.
“Wanna stay like this forever.” Valko nuzzles you, hot to the touch, and holds you close. The mere act of flexing his biceps around your waist moves his half-hard cock just a little, jolting breathless croons from you.
“We’ll get sick.” You gently object, poking and prodding his cheeks until a snort bubbles out of him. “Aren’t you feeling cold?”
Valko pouts, pressing sloppy open kisses all over your face. You’re so mean. It’s just a little rain! Since when has the weather stopped him? “I feel like that’s a joke.”
“Might be.” Stroking circles onto his broad back, you let your short pause drag. Let him think you’re considering it. “If you’re up for it—“
The speed that he lights up almost gives you whiplash. His tail slaps the wet tar road, his shaft already thick and twitching in you, ready for another electrifying round. “Can we do it again?”