Rorick knew that others could hear them. Ophelia never shifted her canine ears away, and this far into their territory, the others likely would not either. And the worst part was that it pleased him. That they would all know the amount of pleasure he gave his mate. So, when Keres sang for him, showed that she loved how he was treating her, loved being fucked like a wolf, it was explosive. The kind of pleasure that made it hard to focus on anything else. And when his knot swelled to keep his seed inside, when her walls squeezed back against the pressure like a promise to do the same, he was content.
Except, he could not stop himself. There was only one thing he was meant to do now. Breed his mate. He let go of her hair, sliding the hand down the curve of her spine until it joined the other gripping her ass. He spread her, let himself look at where they were now locked together and at the little hole he knew should not fill him with a perverse thrill, but did. There was barely anywhere to move inside of her, so he rocked his hips. Felt the pressure as he tested if it was even possible to pull out of her. It wasn't. Not even close. But, he liked the way it made her entrance stretch just a little.
"You have a great ass, wife. Maybe I'll fuck it next." It was an empty threat, if it even was a threat. He felt little licks of liquid pleasure down his spine with each rock. If she were not his mate, he would have gone soft like any human. With her, it would not happen any time soon. So, all he could think to do was wrap an arm around her waist and guide them both on to their side. His nose found her throat, rubbing against it possessively while his hips rocked gently, coaxing more of that intense pleasure from him.
"We can do this as often as you want. You can feed..." Just the thought coaxed a growl from him, his arms tightening on her waist. "I can fuck you. God, I want to keep fucking you." The entire time, he continued that rocking, grinding with his hips. From the sounds that tumbled from deep in his chest, she got a moment of warning before he nuzzled his face against her skin and groaned.
Another flood of hot seed spilled into her. How long this could last, even he had no idea. All he knew was that he would likely not finish with just two. He wanted to fill her as much as possible. Make every inch of her completely his. A soft bite on her throat, his tail flopping from side to side. "Do you mind? Just staying like this?"
That others could hear them didnโt occur to her. Vampires lived longer, stayed young longer. They were faster than humans and stronger. Compared to wolves, speed was all they had. Supernatural hearing? No. The fact that his sister or his pack members kept ears? No, it didnโt register. So had she been in the right mindset, she still wouldnโt have considered it. As his knot expanded she whimpered. Full, so full. His free hand slipped to her rear and Rorick ground against her. Little flicks of pleasure trialing along her nerves.
A laugh, husky and pleasure soaked left her when he threatened to take her ass the next time. The idea wasnโt unappealing. Still on the high of blood from the vein rather than a bag, she wasnโt sure if she was in her right mind. Keres didnโt know why it was taboo, maybe it was the lust that came with it. Their bodies shifted as he laid them down, his larger frame sheltering her.
Buried inside her still, Keres found it oddly comforting. His nose brushed against her throat, even as he rocked his hips. Her little gasps and the way she squirmed against him told him that she found it pleasant. His words became growly and his arms tightened. Maybe that was why. Was their bite addicting? Maybe. Problem was the idea of fucking Rorick was appealing to her too. Her husband. Sheโd thought him handsome, though sheโd never considered theyโd find themselves here. His hips still rocking against her ass, and then that hitching of his voice as he came inside her again. She could feel it this time, how full she felt of not just his cock and knot, but his seed as well.
Teeth scraped her throat and she moaned softly. The little rocking of his hips only extended her pleasure. Each little movement making her squirm against him with a small gasp or moan. โDo I have much of a choice?โ she teased, filling how full she still was of his cock and knot. It was clear she didnโt mind with how she pressed back into Rorick and her hand slipped along his arm, nails trailing along his skin. โIs the floor okay?โ Her voice was softer now, more than aware of where they lay within the closet.
She slept there daily, but he was likely unused to such things.
Sweet and addicting. That was what Keres was. It was not the act of biting that had turned him on like this, nor why he was so eager for more. It was all her. All his mate and her delicious scent and cute little pointed ears. Her curved fangs that should spark some kind of ancestral terror in him. Especially the way she felt curled up against him while he rocked his hips. All of Keres was what he was addicted to.
When she asked if they had a choice, he could only chuckle against her throat, pressing his nose close to her scent point again. Still, she did have a point. If they were not stuck, maybe he should at least pull himself free. It was difficult to think about anything with her gripping him so tight. So, Rorick pulled back a little. His thick knot spread her wider, but he barely moved before her walls clenched tight around him, resisting the sudden stretch at the entrance. It drove the breath from his chest, his cock so impossibly sensitive that he could not stop another few searing pulses of cum. His mouth opened and his lips claimed half her throat to muffle to groan of pure pleasure, panting against her skin.
"The floor is fine. I don't think I could stand with you squeezing me like this." The words were rough and lusty, his fingers moving down to her thigh and holding tight.
Only, instinct was taking over again, and not just his need to breed her. It was that human urge to chase pleasure. So, he pushed himself in again, her entrance squeezing tight around the base of his cock while the knot stretched her deeper. He growled again, core muscles squeezing tight as he fought the urge to cum over and over. Instead, his small grinding and rocking turned into a steady motion. Back and forth, his knot forcing her open then pulling back to try to spread her entrance again. It would never slip free, but the way her body fought to keep him inside was so good.
"I don't know if I can stay sane like this." The words felt more than a little hollow as he moved himself faster.
Soon, he was practically ramming his cock against her back walls, trying to get a little more motion. But, between her vice grip on his base and the size of his cock, he was never able to shift more than half an inch. Back and forth, more and more desperate with each second, Rorick let out more cum inside Keres than he knew he could produce. It was like his body had begun to prepare the first moment he smelled her scent. Both hands slid up to her small breasts, grasping roughly and pulling her nipples in equal measure. Her pale skin flushed red from how rough he was becoming. Words were lost as he shuddered and spilled inside again.
One hand rose higher, pushed his fingers between her lips, spreading them so her tongue could flick between them, so that her fangs were pressed on either side of them. His body was stuck to her own, heat pouring onto her cool skin. Rorick had no idea how long it all lasted. All he knew that was even his knot could not prevent seed from running down Keres' thigh as he shuddered and released for the final time. His knot was still swollen, but there was nothing else left to give her.
He was sweating, her question about the closet long forgotten. Closet, bed, none of that mattered. He needed his mate and she was right here. The drifted off without even realizing he had closed his eyes, arms locked tight around her shoulders and waist, her body pinned against him.
Laughter rumbled against her back and along her neck as he chuckled. Keres liked his laugh.. She liked him. It was in part why she had been so hurt by the way he seemed to hold his breath around her. To avoid her. Animosity between their kinds was not new, but he had sought his arrangement. Keres had not expected this but she had hoped for friendship. She had accepted that no one would accept her. She was a vampire among wolves. But even a friend would have meant the world to her.
Now, though, she had her husband buried to the hilt in her, his knot locking them in place. After fucking her so thoroughly that the entire house had heard them. Not that she knew that little detail. As he pulled, she groaned, the pressure and the feel of him sending licks of pleasure up her spine. His mouth clamped on her neck and she felt his groan echo hers, rumbling along her skin โI donโt think we are coming apart, Rorick.โ His name was all but a purr from his mate.
Chuckling, she squirmed back into him. โSounds like a challenge for another time then.โ She teased. One large hand slipping along her thigh. Keres made a sound of pleasure, not sexual, but happy instead at the little touch.
Her body rocked forward and she gasped, her eyes closing. The little grinding motions became more until she was panting, her overly sensitive body slipping toward another orgasm. โFuck.โ She gasped. โRorick, fuck.. Please.. Please.. Please..โ that little mantra came faster as he said he couldnโt stay sane, his hips moving faster until he was ramming into her so hard that her breasts bounced
Pain and pleasure clashed as he pulled on her nipples. She enjoyed it though, if the way he moans spiked was any indication. She came again, shuddering, his name on her lips. Her cunt still twitching around him as he pushed fingers into her mouth. Licking along his fingers, she felt him still moving, her body welcoming the friction. Her mouth was unable to close with his fingers in it, her cries were louder still.. Her next orgasm came before his own and she laid panting against him.
Sleep slowly claimed them, the mated pair exhausted and thoroughly satiated. His warmth enveloped her as she slept and even as his knot softened and his seed spilled from between them, she didnโt pull away. No, Keres snuggled closer. Fingers curling into his own, their legs tangled.
Sun spilled through the high windows, but never came close to the sleeping pair. It was late afternoon when she stirred. The heaviness of an arm around her waist made her snuggle closer to him and then she stilled. The nightโs events coming back to her. The feel of him inside her, the way she had come undone for him.
It was the ache though that made her whimper. Sweet and painful. Turning in his arms, she looked down at Rorick. Slumbering, he was just as handsome. Fingers brushed along his throat, tingled green where his blood flowed. Her mouth brushed his. An image flashed into her head, provided to her by a cheesy romance book sheโd read while living with the humans. Riding him till he woke up.
Too delicious to not give into, it was the pain that rippled through her as she moved that caused her to stop and she whimpered. Maybe he would take a bath with her? For a moment, worry popped up, that heโd not want to be more than fuck buddies. Could she accept that? That worry was on her face still as he woke.
Rorick slept like the dead, which was a rarity for him. More accurately, he had not slept this heavily since he first settled into his role as Alpha of the pack. The sex had been enough to exhaust him, given that no amount of warning could have prepared him for what his body could do when he was with his mate. But, what kept his asleep was being covered in her scent, breathing her in with every inhale and feeling her cool skin against his searing body. It was pure pleasure to simply hold her.
When she finally stirred and turned herself in his arms, Rorick was so comfortable that he barely stirred. When her fingers brushed his throat, he let out a content rumble, his mouth opening for her when her lips touched his own. Everything about his body seemed to respond to her, eager to feel her again. It was not until she was half straddling him, lost in her own worry, that his eyes slowly opened. And the first reaction was the let out a pleased rumble from his chest.
Rorick lifted a hand and touched her cheek, rubbing his thumb over it as he took her in. When he finally processed her expression, their new position, he lifted himself to look closer at Keres. "Is something wrong?"
His thumb went to brush over her bottom lip, looking for an answer to his own question. It struck him a moment later, or his idea of what it could be. Leaning in, he pressed his face into her neck, guiding her own to his throat. This close, he could not resist his mate's skin, his mouth pressing against her as he dragged his tongue against her. She tasted like sweat and Keres, making him growl with pleasure again.
"Are you still hungry? I don't mind if you want to feed from me again." Hands moved to slide up and down her back, feeling her spine and sliding to her shoulders.
Rorick was addicted to how she felt, holding her close again while he waited for her to decide on her meal. He could feel her soft little breasts against his chest, could not resist letting his hand drift down to her ass and giving it a squeeze. He could never tell her that she was his mate, never force her to stay, but Rorick was not strong enough to stop his hands. And, to his own shock, he was getting hard again, his own body aching from how thoroughly he had abused them both. Which brought another thought to his head.
She was not a wolf, not tied to scent and taste and feeling. So, maybe he was offering her something she did not want. Another greedy lick along her throat, then he pulled back.
"Or... do you want me to take a shower first? I'm sure you don't enjoy my scent the same way I do yours."
Warmth brushed her cheek and Keres nuzzled into his palm, the pain between her legs forgotten for a moment. She liked the way he touched her, the gentleness. Keres also liked the way he responded to her. The pleased rumbles.. His question had her eyes opening once more. Sheโd closed them when heโd stroked along her cheek. Looking down at him she shook her head slightly. She might have answered him, but his thumb brushed over her lower lip. Her lashes dipped again, a soft purr escaping her. Then his warmth ate along her skin as he leaned closer. Her purring grew louder.
Guided to his throat, she pressed a kiss to the strong vein there. His own mouth tasting her skin. It sent licks of desire through her. Strong hands stroked along her back and she nuzzled closer to him, ignoring the pain for the moment. His reaction was more than she could ever hope for. Morning would have cleared his head, had it been something from her own bite. This was a desire to be with her, bite aside, wasnโt it?
Her arms slipped around him, tentative at first. Her nails trailed along his spine from the nape of his neck to the tip of his tail. His words made her still and she pulled back some. The little bubble was not broken and she huffed out a laugh before kissing him. โI donโt smell like a wolf, Rorick.โ His name was that little purr. A caress of affection. โI smell blood, power and I can hear your heart..โ As she said that a hand slipped to rest over his heart. โBut I do like the way I can smell you.. Very much.โ It beat strongly beneath her palm and she brushed her nose to his.
โI wanted to wake you.. In a way I read in a book once.โ Her lips brushed his, their breaths mingling. โBy riding you until you woke. Finding pleasure and climax together.โ She kissed him chastely. "That was my plan until I moved.โ She admitted against his lips. โBut.. Um..โ Her cheeks heated and she rested her forehead to his. โI. Um.. was a virgin..โ There was no hiding the shyness in Keresโ voice. โBefore last night.โ
The soft purrs complimented his pleased rumbles in a way he could never explain to her without using the term mate. They were a pair, unlikely as it seemed. Rorick had not know vampires could be mated to a wolf. It would have been a ridiculous thought before he met Keres. After all, mating was a biological phenomenon. It was his instinct locking in on a single person, rewiring his brain to make her the most important thing. But, it was also about breeding. A wolf wanted nothing more than that. To breed his mate. Vampires and wolves could not have children. It was genetically impossible and there were lots of morally wrong experiments to prove it.
Yet, there was no denying how well they fit. Her purrs to his growls, the way her fangs felt when they sank into his skin, even the way she pushed his body to fuck her until they were both exhausted. It was a mating bond. There was no other explanation. They were meant for each other. Her lips on his throat felt like heaven and he wanted her to bite, to push him into that frenzy again. It had been what he needed right down to his soul. Her fingers on his skin had his own eyes closing, even as he refused to stop tasting her skin.
And the way she said his name, her explanation about his own "smell" for her? Oh, it was almost too much. He was close to pushing her down and finding out how long he could knot her a second time. Keres only pushed him more. Put her hand over his heart and told him the most sinfully delicious things he had ever heard. He wanted to wake up that way forever. Rorick was on his way to kissing her again after that first sweet one, about to ravage her, when another truth came out.
"You were a virgin? I would say it doesn't matter, but being your first brings me a lot of problematic pride. I got you mark you as mine. That is even better than some human wedding." His voice was turning rough again, mixing with growls as his tail began to wag.
There was some part of him that registered the pain she must be in. He was rough for any experienced woman, even before he knotted her and abused her entrance by trying to stretch her over and over. However, the wolf part was hard as a rock, wedged nicely between her thighs. He was going to lose control again if he continued. It took a very stern scolding from the rational part of his brain to keep from rolling her onto her back and breaking her in half. Instead he helped her move to straddle him, length now between her cheeks.
"You can wake me up like this whenever you want. I'd offer my bed, but you wouldn't like the windows." Rorick laughed softly even as he began to kiss her again.
His hands moved down to her ass, cupping it roughly, guiding her to sit a little higher. And, for a while, he just kissed her. Let his tongue play with her own, kneading her ass in his hands as the subtle movement of their bodies grinded his cock between soft skin, hands pushing them tight around him. Then, so slowly, Rorick moved her higher until she was practically straddling his stomach, and canted his hips so the tip of his brushed against her messy cunt.
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