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alternate version without glasses ~ thank you to my wife @ao3rivoli for commissioning me to gift her wife 💕

The dragon's blood regenerates faster than any other blood-creature and out shines even the most succulent of human blood. It’s divine. It’s power. You taste it and something deep and primal in you rouses from the depths of your ancient being.

Countless centuries have come and gone since you were freshly turned, feral and mindless, but when he drags your fangs to his scale-dappled neck you can feel those bygone days drape over you with uncontrollable insistence.

Sylus always does this by dragging you into his lap. A greedy hand settles on your hip, dragging its way down and along your thigh. His claws left light marks on your bloodless skin and pulled a tantalizing mewl from your hungry lips.

"Evil dragon... One of these days might kill you, tempting my hunger like this." You pant, unable to help the greedy roll of your hips along the two throbbing cocks pressing up against your wet pussy.

Sylus only ever smirks at you, pulling off the flowy robe he brought back to this grand cave for you. A sharp claw circled your nipple as he tempted you with a lazy roll of his head. He bared his throat to you, purring out his enjoyment as your dark eyes snapped to that throbbing pulse in his neck. Saliva pooled in your mouth so much it started to slip from your barely parted lips.

"I like it when you're greedy." Sylus murmured, wiping up that drool with a thumb before pushing two fingers into your mouth to toy with your fangs.

You felt a low sob creep up your throat as your cunt squeezed around nothing. Sucking on his digits was a paltry means of soothing that squeezing, agonizing hunger.

You had tried so hard to resist at first. It had been something of a source of pride to keep your feedings away from people, then this dragon wrecks centuries of abstinence with his infuriatingly smug grin.

Just like that first time, he drags his slobber-coated fingers from your mouth and to his neck where he used his own claws to cut his skin. The quick swelling blood made you double over, trembling hands on his chest as he purred at your restraint.

"Well? Eat up, sweetie."

It was all you could do, slotting your cold lips to his burning skin, feeling that heavenly metallic tinge settle on your tongue. It made your head spin, whimpering against his skin as you so very desperately lapped at the small drops of blood.

"In... Sylus... inside... need..." You hissed in brief moments disconnected from his neck, almost snarling when his fingers buried in your hair.

"Yeah? My pretty mate needs my cocks when she feeds?"

He didn't get words for a response. Instead he got the stinging agony of your fangs tearing into his skin unprotected by black scales. The light headed rush he got in this moment coupled with the numbing of the area from your venom was bliss.

It took him a few moments of blind movement to line his cocks up with your weeping cunt. He never had to hold back with you. In many ways, you were far more durable than he was. Sinking into you with only a single movement only told him just how worked up you are. The air was filled with the obscene squelching of his cocks nestling inside your messy pussy.

He knew you were lost in your feed when you didn't even budge when he bucked his hips up until he was buried to the hilt. It'd be too much soon, so he had to grip your hair in his fist and harshly pull to get you to let go.

It was always a vision, watching that wild look in your eye melt back into sweet affection as his own blood painted your skin. The mess only made you look that much more enchanting. He could watch his blood trail down your chin. It would end up flowing down the contour of your chest until it was beading off of your hardened nipple in a hopelessly erotic sight.

"T...Thank you." You murmured, dragging your finger around the edges of the gem embedded in his chest. A rare flush took over your face as you settled on his cocks with a quiet sigh.

"My dragon... I adore you." You whispered through the post-feed high, drowning in bliss.

The forest is surprisingly comfortable.

You didn't expect it, given how your own experiences with the wilderness have been limited to missions and wanderer-hunting, with very little time to appreciate the beauty of nature when you're fighting for your life.

But it is… Beautiful.

Deep, viridian-covered branches tangle together high above your head and form a dense canopy, letting through only a smattering of sunlight, much like stars dotting a night sky. Somewhere off to your right, a family of birds sink to each other. You can't help but wonder what they're saying as you breathe in deep lungfuls of air so clean you could cry. And beneath your back, the floor is soft. Not mattress-soft or brushed-cotton-soft. But spongey and forgiving, a bed of leaves cushioning your spine like one would cradle a babe.

You wonder if Valko picked this spot on purpose. If he knows every square inch of this forest and decided to fuck you here. Where the earth feels kind. Where your noises tangle together until they become part of the forest's symphony, indistinguishable from the crying animal you can hear in the distance, or the gentle thrush of dancing branches. Valko called the forest "his" when he found you. Not his home, not his territory... Just his. As though everything from the dirt in the cracks of your shoes to the skyward-reaching boughs were drawn forth from his very being.

You wonder, too, if any part of the forest could be yours. If you ask, would he let you own a part of him? A tree to name as though a person, a free-flying bird to clutch in your palm, a patch of bright flowers to doze in.

A fool's dream.

Because, while only a matter of days has passed since your first meeting, you've been reliving the memory of it in horror, when caught on the brink of wakefulness and sleep. The feeling of his large body giving way to you and hitting the dusty ground, supine. You—triumphant in every way, straddled atop him like an animal.

Then, worse.

Much worse.

Valko's face beside yours. The agonisingly pleasant drag of his nose behind your ear. A deep inhale—guttered like a candle flame, followed by a disbelieving, "Your scent..."—entirely impossible to forget. The whole interaction set your head spinning. So wrongly intimate in the middle of a battlefield, his every touch melting down into reverence where he held you against him. And each time you recall the memory, your reaction is different.

One time, you push him away as soon as his hold tightens, scrambling to your feet, features marred with disgust.

Another, you grab the burgundy hair at his nape and smash your mouth into his.

Only this morning, did you press the barrel of your pistol against his temple and threaten to pull the trigger.

In reality, however, you didn't fight back. You didn't reciprocate, either. You merely just let him touch you, smell you, hold you like a lover and not an enemy he'd met all of ten minutes prior.

Shame rushes to meet you as though the dam of your resistance has finally crumbled. Because here you are—beneath Valko. Drawn in by his claims of "fated mates" and big, puppy dog eyes. On another mission entirely, yet you were hunted down within minutes of your arrival in his territory.

You tried to resist.

Sort of.

But deep inside you, there was a pull. A string tied around your heart. Pulled just enough to make you take a step forward towards him. Another. And another. Until you were grabbing desperately at his stupid, big shoulders and kissing him with a ferocity that surprised even you—as though you hadn't taken a breath since you left him, and the meeting of your lips was akin to surfacing from deep water. Valko handled you easily, didn't bat an eyelid at the familiar way you fell into him, and used all that irritating strength of his to swoop you up and bring you here.

Though where here is exactly, you wouldn't be able to say.

"You're such a big brute," you pant, a palm thumping at his shoulder blade like your anxious, horny energy has no other outlet but violence.

Sweat drips onto your cheek in lieu of a comeback. You flinch, grimacing, and then flinch again when you feel the sudden rush of arousal accompanying it. There's nothing sexy about an idiot who can't decide whether he wants to be a man or a wolf, and definitely nothing about the aforementioned idiot sweating all over you.

Valko drags his nose up. Sniffs behind your ear. Groans and thrusts into you deeper. "You smell so good, pup."

You groan, too, decidedly more annoyed than Valko. "Don't call me that! You're not even listening!"

"I am," he says, clearly distracted by the way you clench around him a second later. "Fuck... What are you doing to me?"

"I'm not doing—" You toss your head back onto the soft ground when he tilts his hips, hitting your g-spot with frightening accuracy. "—haaah-anything! You stupid dog!"

Valk's mouth dips immediately down into the cavern of your throat, tongue licking wet and hot up the rungs of your trachea. Your stomach swoops when you feel a faint scratch—almost like those canines of his are teasing your skin, sharp and gleaming, and able to tear your throat out in an instant.

"Wolf," he growls lowly.

"Whatever." Venom seeps back into your voice. You feel humiliated to have given in as easily as you did. Even more so at how capable Valko is of fucking any sane thought from your brain. "I don't think wolves are supposed to fuck humans."

Valko lets out a sharp rumble from deep in his chest. You can feel it reverberate straight through you, plastered to him as vines crawling up a dawn redwood would be.

"Pretty sure it's a— ngh! Violation of some animal welfare law."

"Werewolf," Valko corrects a heartbeat later, the point of an ear flicking against your chin.

You brace yourself when you feel another brush of pointy teeth, ready for them to sink into your flesh like a meal, overdue and mouthwatering. There would be no fight. None that you would win, anyhow.

Dragging a large, overheated palm down your flank, Valko slips it beneath your lower back. You have barely a second to guess at what he's attempting before you're unceremoniously lifted, hips inches from the ground, suspended there while he ruts into you. You gasp at the new angle, at the humiliating stretch of his thick cock pounding into your dripping cunt. A boot-covered foot lands on the back of his thigh. You can't help but hold on for dear life, even as your head swims with mortification.

You never do this—fuck someone you barely know.

A gasp. Eyelids fluttering as he strokes deep inside you. A big, shaggy tail thumping your shin rhythmically.

Is it always this good?

"You were looking for me," Valko murmurs into your sweaty neck.

Startled, you grab his shoulders and push. Valko lifts his head obediently. But, and here's the real kicker, he's fucking huge. Broad shoulders that cover half your vision when you tip your head down to stare at him incredulously. Thick, wide torso pinning you to the ground. You almost lose your nerve. But then he's panting in your face, breath hitting hot against your lips, and you have to say something, anything, or you'll end up kissing him again.

"No, I wasn't! I'm supposed to be—" a strangled moan "—on a mission. Finding a wanderer! Not..."

The end of your sentence eludes your fuzzy brain, as does any thought besides how Valko's stroke game might actually kill you.

Valko shakes his head, veering closer. You go cross-eyed. He bumps his forehead into yours, and the new point of contact is another fraying thread of your sanity, one more layering of molten arousal settling over your body like a suffocating fire blanket. You half-wonder if Valko has some special werewolf vision when he stares at you intently enough to frighten—if his vision isn't blurred like yours. If you look as stupidly fucked out as you feel right now, also.

Slowing his hips into a deep, torturous roll, he knocks his nose into yours playfully.

"Not you," he emphasises, and you feel his lips brush yours. A feather's kiss. Then, another hand—the one not hiking your hips incrementally higher by the second—slips beneath your nape, big fingers cupping the back of your head, a thumb stroking over the corner of your jaw. You almost moan, still baffled at his size. At the easy way he's moving you, and the sheer span of his hands, his shoulders, his hips. You swallow the incriminating noise instead. "Your soul. I could feel it, pup. Howling at me. Haah— Asking me to find you."

You exhale shakily. "You're crazy."

"Not crazy," he murmurs, pressing his forehead against yours firmer. He repeats himself, hushed yet solemn, "Not crazy."

You swallow the stone trapped in your throat. Feel it sink into your stomach with a final, echoing thump.

"I felt you. Different from how I feel you now."

Your lips part around a question before your brain has a chance to catch up. "What did you feel?"

"Hunger," comes Valko's immediate reply, as though he doesn't even have to think about it. As though he's telling the truth. "Loneliness. Hope. Confusion. Everything." Valko's voice drops into a raw note, like he's being flayed further open by each word he chooses to share, but he couldn't bear to keep them to himself despite it. "All of it."

You gasp, back arching up into the wall of his chest. Valko's fingertips dig into your lower back, and he pulls you up into him further, like it won't be enough until you climb inside his skin.

"Your soul was the deepest silence and the most beautiful song I've heard in my life."

Tears prick at your eyes, and your vitriol vanishes with enough pace to leave you breathless. The string tied around your heart pulls taut, lurching up into your throat. Valko knows. He must do. Because the corner of his eyes softens, solid gold melting into liquid, and he regards you so fondly that you feel pinned under the weight of his veneration, despite Valko knowing only your nasty words and the unfaltering pressure of your limbs.

"There is a forest inside you," Valko says, awed, big ears turning towards your expression as though able to hear its idiosyncrasies.

Arousal and some unidentified emotion—heavy and foundational and undeniably trusting—fight for control, welling up inside your chest until they crush your every heaving breath. Valko slows his hips until he's only grinding deep inside you, pubis pressing against your clit in a way that sends a frisson of heat dancing up your spine.

"Valko," you whimper, voice breaking from his words or the intimate grind of his cock, you have no idea.

Palm sliding from your nape to the side of your neck, Valko's thumb drags adoringly along your jaw until it finds its home— right below the softness of your bottom lip. He pulls it down slightly, and your mouth parts without thought.

Valko pours his words into its cavernous reaches, "I can hear it now."

Every inch of you is matted with sweat. Valko runs hot. So hot you're losing your mind, wrapped in his balmy embrace, being fucked by his big cock, spoken to in a tone so sweet and so low your heart fractures and remakes itself into newness.

"Your soul stretched out and sank its claws deep into my flesh from the very first moment we met, little hunter. I didn't have a choice. I had to find you again." His eyes flutter closed, pained. "I had to."

You whimper again—an open, vulnerable noise crawling up from the base of your throat entirely unfamiliar to you. You've never made a noise like this before. But now you can't stop. More follow. Tiny, wounded things that only make Valko clutch you tighter, roll his hips deeper. In turn, only deepening your delirium—until you're more animal than human. Until your nails are sinking deep into his shoulders and your mouth is finding his once more, darkness engulfing you.

Hissing at the prick of pain, Valko reciprocates without hesitation, and within seconds, it dissolves into a contented, humming moan. Valko tilts his head and licks into your mouth like he's tasting what you ate for breakfast, tongue flicking along the flat rows of your teeth. His mouth opens further, coaxing yours to mirror him, and he releases this breathy sound of astonishment into you.

"Sw't," he says, muffled against your lips—backing away barely enough for the syllables to be heard before he's meeting you again, like two souls clashing in an open field. You keen, loud, and your hips jerk in place when he nips at you, light and teasing and familiar. You're rewarded with a laugh. This time, he does part from you, but not before pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. "Sweet, sweet thing."

"Shut up," you mumble quietly, all the fight drained out of you.

"You're trouble, though. I can tell." The corner of Valko's eyes crinkles. "Seen plenty of it before."

You try to grumble, but his big hand hikes your hips higher, and he's everywhere—outside you, inside you—and you can do nothing but take what he's giving you with the faint notion that you're not going to be able to live without this—him—once it's over. That he's changing your fundamentals, cock driving deep inside you and rearranging what you once were.

"'m not trouble-nghhh!" you retort, gasping around the word 'trouble' when he pulls his hips back and slams into you, punishingly hard despite the tender hold he has on you, as though you could be blown over by a gust of wind and shattered in the middle of this forest.

"I got you, little hunter, I got you."

"Valko, ohmygod, there!"

"Here?" he asks, hammering into the spot that's making you see stars, or maybe that's just the canopy light flashing in your wet vision.

"Yesyesyes," you chant, chest heaving.

"So pretty."

You barely hear it. Blood roaring in your ears, brain a soupy mess. There's not much of anything left but the feeling of his thick cock carving a home for himself into your cunt, wet noises echoing above the din of the forest.

"My mate."

Your whole body shudders. No way. Not this again. You can't be. You're many, many things: wrong and volatile and above all—human.

"Ma-ah! Mate?"

Valko nods, coming to nose under your jaw.

"No! No, Valko, I'm not— I'm…"

"Mine."

"Human!"

"Mine."

"Valko, please," you whine, tears filling your eyes. "I'm not who you're looking for. I'm not! You don't know me. You don't want me. Not past today—not for the rest of your life."

A mean thrust. The tears spill.

"This is just instincts," you argue weakly. "Your stupid werewolf wires crossing and—"

"We are all just instincts," Valko cuts in, not unkindly. Not condescendingly. Just stating it like the simple, breathless fact it supposedly is before dipping down to kiss you again. You clench around Valko so hard his tail thwacks the thigh you have hooked around his waist.

Traitorously, your brain whispers: What were you driven by when you first kissed Valko, if not your instincts?

"V'lk'," you speak, muffled against his mouth.

You're ignored. But you have bigger issues, namely, how the heat is eating you alive. So imposing it's a physical weight, melting you into Valko's hold—and it all seems to be emanating out from where you're joined. An orgasm creeping up on your heels, molten fire right behind it—waiting to engulf you for good. You can barely move your hips to meet his quick thrusts, settling for half-heartedly twitching as he pounds into you. Held up by nothing but his strength alone, what feels like it could be miles from the soft forest bed.

Licking into your mouth, Valko doesn't hear you. Not until you slide a hand to the front of his shoulder and push once more. He doesn't budge an inch, but you get his attention. He leans back to peer at you—all big, round eyes and flushed face, sweat beading along his temple—and yet somehow, he looks more composed than you feel. At once, self-consciousness rises like a tide.

"You're confused," you blurt anyway, forcing the emotion away.

Valko smiles, a gentle curve utterly undoing. "I've never been more sure about anything in my life."

And that…

It unmakes you. Strips back those petal-shaped layers you've been clutching as though they were impenetrable armour. Bares you to the forest, to him, to yourself. Effortlessly. So unassuming that you didn't notice, not until you're lying there—an open, gaping wound.

Sinking lower, Valko's voice is a smooth stone drifting from the mouth of a river into open ocean. "My mate."

"Yours," you breathe quietly, as though a tone too loud will wash away its meaning. As though it's a secret to be guarded between you, Valko, and the forest.

Valko's expression flies through a myriad of colours in an instant. Then, your pussy flutters around his cock and his face lands on hunger. Bending down, he brushes his nose on your temple again, slides his chest against yours—rubbing skin in a way that, to you, seems to have no aim but contact. He presses his nose into your hair and breathes in deeply.

"You smell like me."

Valko's thick cock splits you open, and your hips are held so high your legs kick in the air.

You suck in a heaving breath, see-sawing between the syrupy mess of your thoughts and the heat consuming you. "W-what?"

Brushing his temple against yours, he laughs. Though the sound is thin and strained. "Nothing."

You want to chase it up, to push him, truly you do. But then, he's anchoring a forearm on the ground by your head and using it as leverage to fuck into you even harder, each snap of his hips sending pleasure skittering up your spine. Your toes curl against his thighs, and the heat becomes a roaring inferno.

"Valko," you whimper again.

The man drags his nose back across your cheek, brushes it against yours. Leans back to catch your lidded gaze. You stare up at him blearily, at the way he's your entire field of vision. Blown-out pupils drink you in as he asks, "What is it, pup?"

You seize up at the nickname this time—muscles locking and breath stalling in your chest like the moment existing before a vacuum consumes everything the next—and cum. Silent for the briefest of moments before your voice crawls up your throat, ruined. A string of keening gasps, underlined with these scratchy moans from deep in your chest. Your fingernails dig into Valko's shoulders, desperate for a moor.

Yet, he doesn't stop.

Fucks you through it with a surprising ferocity, even as his hips begin to stutter.

"So sweet," he moans, staring down at you, face the same colour as his hair. His ears twitch madly atop his head, like he can't decide which sounds of yours to focus on—your tiny, gasping whimpers or the wet shtick of his cock pounding your pussy. "All for me."

Your orgasm feels as though it's dragging you down into its depths, your pleasure turning high and painful, though no less mind-numbing. You cry out when Valko's cock brushes against your G-spot so soon, and then cry again when Valko decides to repeat the action.

You slide a hand up his nape, panicked, nails dragging harsh lines. "Valko, ah— wait—"

Valko's hips snap into you reflexively.

"Ohmygod," he whines. Whines. Like he's not the big bad leader of the werewolf clan. As though he's not the one fucking you to tears.

You freeze at the sound.

"Please," he gasps out. "Again."

Then, you watch from a body that's not your own as you obey, orgasm still lapping at your core. Your other hand drags sharp lines along his muscled shoulder and up into his nape, through the soft, cropped mess of his hair. Pain-pleasure frisks your skin. Valko buries his head in the hollow of your throat, and you can feel him panting there, open-mouthed.

"Again."

You want to tease. To find your words and call him bossy, demanding and stupid. All traits that should never be endearing and yet here you are, unequivocally endeared. Instead, you splay your finger tips wide across the back of his skull—thumbs tucked behind his human ears—and drag your nails along his scalp, up to his crown.

Valko shudders as though abruptly caught in a winter breeze.

"Haah—"

Your fingertip strokes up the back of a wolf-ear, the fur silky soft beneath your touch. You can feel it twitching in response. A thumb rises to join it, pressing up the warm, fleshy inside.

"Pup, I'm-nghhh—"

Meanwhile, your free hand moves curiously around the base of his other wolf ear, gauging where the human ends and the werewolf begins. You press a finger firmly to the divide, and pet it back and forth.

Both ears flick as though to brush away your fingers, before pinning back against his head right as he pants out, "Closeclose—"

Valko hunches over you, sharp teeth nipping at your neck. You jump. Instinctively ducking your head to protect your neck. Whining again, Valko makes a wounded sound as though denied—though denied what, you don't have the brain capacity to work out. You tip your head further back on instinct. Valko groans, half-fearful, and he stops fucking you abruptly.

You take the chance to catch your breath.

"Don't—" Valko, panic-stricken.

A graze of teeth.

In your gut, you know you shouldn't fight him—so you don't. You surrender yourself, forcefully relaxing your body. Both hands tangled in his soft hair and around his spasming ears like they're sacred. You let out a low whine from the base of your throat, and Valko punches out a wounded whine of his own, perfectly dizzying.

"Valko, please," you gasp, not even sure what you're begging for at this point.

"I can't— ohfuck—"

You're immediately distracted by a weird sensation. Fullness. A pleasant stretch edging into slightly painful.

"Valko, what is—"

His hips start into a shallow grind, keeping his entire cock inside you. You glance up to see his ears flick back again, flat to his skull.

"'m sorry, 'm sorry–"

Your pussy is forced wider around Valko's cock. Something swelling—inflating—inside you, a sensation so jarring you scrabble at his hair as pure alarm lances your heart. You try to draw your hips back, but the hand beneath your lower back keeps you where you are, despite the apologies he continues to murmur against your neck.

"Sorry, pup, 'm sorry, 'm sor—"

"Ow, ow— Valko— it hurts," you protest, staring up into the canopy. Then, you angle your head down uselessly to try to catch his gaze.

"I didn't mean to, you just smell so… and you're acting like… like that. And you don't even know what it's doing to me," he replies, tight and panicked.

"Valko!" You thump at his back, nervous in equal measure at his tone.

"You have to—" he grunts when you clench around him, "—relax."

Your voice climbs higher. "Relax?!"

"Jesus, pup, please. Stop squeezing me."

"I can't," you cry, tears welling up again as Valko's dick keeps inflating. You're going to be split open, sharp heat will slice you in two. Your back arches up into him. "Ahhh— fuck, Valko!"

Valko lets out a devastated gasp. His head tips to the side until his cheek rests on your shoulder, hot breath panting across the front of your throat.

"What is happening?!"

Your hunter's watch didn't say anything about stupid werewolf dick having the ability to enlarge at will.

"'s my-haah— my knot."

Valko slides his hips forward, forcing your pussy to stretch wider around him. You make a hysterical sound.

"What does that even mean?!"

"I can't… can't think."

Your voice runs ragged. "Not helpful!"

"I mnnn-know!"

You kick the back of his thigh and whimper as the movement causes him to shift deeper. His tail falls still, a strip of warmth across your leg.

"Stop-ah— moving."

"Pull out!"

Valko grunts.

"Valko, pull out!"

"Pup, I can't," he argues, strained.

"What do you mean you can't, bastard? Pull! Out!"

Valko lets out a low, disgruntled sound. Before holding you carefully and drawing his hips back, so slowly you swear he's actively trying to piss you off further. Then, you feel it. A sore stretch returns, until it dips into sheer, mind-numbing pain so fast you yelp, sucking in a wet breath and attempting to draw your legs towards your body, despite the hulking man spreading you open. Valko stills immediately, slipping back into your heat with a moan of pure relief. You echo it as the pain subsides and the size of Valko becomes more manageable again.

"See?" he asks lowly.

You nod dazedly, still catching your breath. You're starting to adjust, but the stretch still burns something fiery, even as pleasure begins to lick at the wound.

"What the fuck…" you mumble to yourself.

You clench around him, testing, and Valko groans. You do, too, when the pain flares again, a sweeping wave of arousal following close behind.

Then, a strike of clarity: "You still haven't cum."

You feel unsettled at the notion, deeply so.

"Working on it," Valko huffs, voice rough.

"Don't sound too excited."

"Are you always this mouthy?" A beat of silence, then an agitated twitch of a wolf ear. "Actually, don't answer that. I don't want to know."

You roll your eyes but soften your voice.

"There's no one to tell you about," you admit.

Valko stills. "Pup…"

"What?" you snap, immediately falling back on the defensive.

Valko moans again, for no discernible reason. Sighing irritably, you thump your head back onto the ground, only for Valko to make another heated noise into your neck. You bristle at not understanding what's even setting him off.

"Seriously! What's wrong with you?"

Valko sighs. Shifts his hips. Exhales at the hitch in your breath. "I like a bit of a fight in my prey."

"Fuck off," you respond.

"Yeah," he laughs, undeniably fond, which is objectively crazy. You've known this man for a matter of days. An hour, if you count the time you've actually spent in his company. You grip his hair tighter and listen to his laughter peter out. "There you are."

Valko rocks his hips once, testing, and when you do no more than punch out a tiny exhale, he does it again. And again. Rocking into your tight heat just enough to drive you insane. Just enough to drive him insane if his noises are anything to go by, too. These pained, throaty whines, tangled in gasps, serve only to set your nerves alight. For someone so big and imposing, the muted desperation in his voice is enough to have your hips twitching again.

"God, you feel so—"

You clench around him and he rewards you for it, a drawn-out whine echoing in the quiet of the forest.

"Pup— 'm gonna—"

Valko fucks inside you once, twice, bares his teeth to the softness of your neck. You drag your nails down his scalp and wrap your fingers around his nape, thumbs brushing the corner of his jaw.

"—closecloseclose—"

You lift his face and press your lips together. All it takes is a comforting whine, a melding of the words you cannot find into baseless sound, and Valko is cumming. Pouring his heat into your mouth, your cunt, warm spurts of cum filling you up.

There's no wrongness to be found.

No gut feeling to swoop your high away. Only a deep-seated satisfaction that you're safe, cared for. That right now, nothing could matter more than the man trapped inside you. You part your lips wider and lick into his mouth, happily swallowing his flustered sounds as he rides out his orgasm—hips twitching abortedly into your heat.

Peaceful, you would call it, despite how laughable the notion is—being split open on a werewolf's cock and finding the peace you've been searching for your entire life.

Then, he slumps atop you, deadweight. Head dropping into the ground above your shoulder as he lowers your body, none-too-gently, back down to the forest floor.

"Oof— Valko, I can't— breathe," you wheeze when the weight of him settles over you like an anvil, palms slapping his back uselessly.

He grunts, an ear-flick indicating that he hears you. But he doesn't move.

"Valko!"

A sigh—long-suffering, which you don't quite understand when he's only had to suffer through your presence all of a whopping hour since you met him.

Tucking a hand above your ass to keep his cock lodged inside you, Valko rolls onto his back with little fanfare. You make a startled noise and prop yourself up before you can crush him, wincing at the burn of arousal making itself known. You would let him fuck you again if he wanted. You refuse to say as much, though.

Valko whines in discontent, and a big arm wraps around your waist to coax you downwards. You settle without a fuss, pressing a cheek into the hollow of his throat.

"Good," he mumbles quietly, a big hand petting down the length of your spine.

Shivers break out across your skin at the sensation, and you melt into a languid mess atop his chest between one heartbeat and the next. You don't know why. There's no reasonable explanation for the serenity being housed in your ribs, but it is there all the same.

You shift slightly before finding your voice.

"I don't think my landlord allows wolves," you say quietly, a fingertip tracing inane patterns on his chest.

Valko laughs, the slow rise and fall of his chest becoming an earthquake beneath your touch.

"I promise they won't even know I'm there," he eventually says, with only the lingering traces of amusement to be found in his voice. A palm squeezes your nape.

You scoff, disbelieving. While the forest was convenient for his little werewolf fuckfest, you're not confident your apartment is insulated for such endeavours. Valko crowds you tighter, like he senses your thoughts and is offended by them.

A heartbeat later: "How long are we stuck like this for?"

Valko hums, thinking. Gives a small shrug. Leans forward to inhale a deep lungful of you behind your ear before replying, "About thirty minutes."

You try to sit up. "Thirty minutes?!"

Pressing you back down easily, Valko doesn't even bother opening his eyes. "Gotta wait for it to take."

In all fairness, you don't put up much of a fight.

"For it to…?" you mouth silently, eyebrows furrowed.

Then, a lightbulb.

Oh.

Oh.

Arousal rushes to meet you with all the force of a brick wall going g-force, and you wrinkle your nose, feigning nonchalance despite the waver which threatens your credibility. Werewolves can't smell emotions, right? "You're disgusting."

Valko laughs, and you shake with it. "Whatever you say, pup."

Lying back on his chest, you bite the inside of your cheek and let your mind drift.

Do humans feel it too? you wonder. Their fated mate?

But the answer is painfully clear—past those layers, stripped back by Valko with all the ease of a scythe slicing through reeds, and past the unfettering drum of your pulse.

Your heart belongs to Valko.

And maybe it always has. Long, long before the world decided it was time for the two of you to meet. So, you bury your head deeper underneath Valko's chin, slotting into him like a missing puzzle piece, and exist within the forest's song.

Together, at last.

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