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mkay i'm all shy now after letting you into our early relationship stages where i'm still jumpy like a scared critter. 𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 this was the very first time i didn't run away from him when things got... a little more than just two people coincidentally in the same room...

But you being his, and him ravaging you as a result of his rut, are two very distinct things.

So for as long as you have been with Valko, he has taken suppressants to quell the extreme, insatiable hunger brought on by his rut. He reassured you that it’s something he always did as the Chairman of EonCore Tech because it could interfere with his ability to make decisions that could possibly negatively impact the company.

Lies.

That it would get in the way of the other, more mysterious work he did that called for him to slip away at night.

More lies.

But truthfully? 

His rut was always intense, and with you it became something else entirely. Everything about you felt like the most exquisite skin-prickling overload. With you, it felt like a delicious shiver racing down his spine, the phantom caress along the back of his neck, the softest stroke against every fine hair on his tail. When it came to you, feelings weren’t simply felt… they were imprinted.

But eventually you have to face the proverbial music — or in this case, the music you choose to blast in his car — the same music he pretends to be annoyed by but turns up the volume just to hear you sing along to your favorite parts.

You two were barreling down a long stretch of highway, bounding straight towards a very intentional weekend at a secluded campsite. And for once, Valko had conveniently forgotten the suppressants at home.

Something felt off the entire car ride. It wasn’t off in an unpleasant way, but it just felt charged in a way that felt heavy. Sure, Valko regularly touches you in some fashion when you’re his honorary passenger princess, but this time his hand — usually casually placed comfortably on your thigh — had a tighter grip than normal. His grip was so intense that the prominent veins in his hands were standing out as if stress was flowing from the tips of his fingers and up to his thick, muscle-corded forearms. Even his tail, which usually lay limply in your lap so that you may card your fingers through, was flicking incessantly at the tip as if the appendage was just as restless as the body it was attached to.

Now, setting up the campsite was proving to be more of a group effort in theory only. Valko had decided he was doing the heavy lifting — though “heavy lifting” was a relative term depending on whether you asked an Alpha wolf or a hunter who could easily bench her own body weight.

Around the fifth time his large hands gently but firmly plucked whatever you were holding out of your grasp, he flashed you that charming grin.

“Hey, beautiful. I got that.”

Each time he took something from you, he lingered. He’d lean in close, rubbing his cheek and jaw along your shoulder or the top of your head in a slow, deliberate scent-mark, his tail giving a pleased little flick behind him. By the umpteenth time, you finally planted your hands on your hips.

“You’re SCENT-MARKING me!”

Valko throws his head back, canines glinting white and sharp in the sun “Who taught you that word?!” he barks incredulously.

Your cheeks burn and you expertly avoid the question, too embarrassed to admit you’ve spent many nights researching wolf mannerisms and mating rituals.

“I know LOTS of things…! Anyway, answer the question.”

Valko looks down at the stake in his hand, rolling it around in his palm clearly in heavy consideration of what he’s weighing in his mind to share with you. Finally, he tosses the stake on the ground near the other tools and closes the distances

As the sunlight catches his golden eyes, you noticed how much darker they had become — molten honey edged with something wild and hungry. A shiver races down your spine, instinctive and electric, your body lighting up with the ancient signal to either run or submit.

He reaches out, taking your palm in his. “Look, there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you, and I really don’t want you to freak out.”

Your quick nod and undivided attention are all the silent encouragement he needs to continue. 

“Wolves usually experience a rut, right? I’ll spare you the biological details since you seem to have done so much offline research, you pervert-”

Your hand shoots out to pinch at his skin in retribution at his comment, but he swats away your attempt with a smirk and continues. 

“Usually I take medication to suppress that rut, but I guess I’ve been feeling like lately I’ve wanted you to see me. All of me. Me, the wolf, and my rut.”

You blink. Once, twice and three times as you process what he’s saying to you. “And so you thought the best time for me to experience your rut was in the woods where we are miles away from civilization?”

He snorts, arms reaching out and pulling you against him so your cheek is pressed against those beefy pectorals you love so much. “I promise that if things get too intense, I’ll be able to control myself, alright? All you have to do is tell me to stop or use any of the safewords we’ve discussed in the past, ok?”

And because he can’t help himself, he pauses and adds a cheeky, “I’m not an animal, babe.”

After rolling your eyes, you exhale softly. Truth be told, you have never felt unsafe with Valko. Even if his rut is coming, there’s not a world where he’d ever take it too far. It also helps that you’re a world-class hunter and would throw the absolute gnarliest hands if you needed to–boyfriend or not.

“I trust you. Always.” you whisper into the clean linen of his shirt. 

You receive a pleased growl in return.

Hours go by without incident. You both efficiently set up the tent you’ll be sharing over the next couple of days and Valko even manages to get a fire roaring. As you both settle on a large log Valko dragged over near the firepit as a makeshift seat, the silence is a comfortable lull between you. However, the quiet is soon broken by a deep growl from within his chest. His cheek meets the top of your head as he begins to scent mark you once again.

“You smell like everything I need.”

“Everything?” you laugh softly as you turn around in his arms.

“Everything.” he whispers, palm rising slowly to cup your cheek as his lips press against yours in a kiss that steals your breath and sets your blood on fire in equal measure. Your tongues tangle quickly, the time you spent together in your relationship eliminating any need for reserved touches. You let out a surprised gasp as his fangs nip your bottom lip, another deep, pleased grumble erupts from his chest. You feel the heat of his hands and the sharp tips of his nails on your arm as he grips you, inevitably pulling you into his lap.

The demanding nature of his rut is clear as he grinds his hips upward, the stiff ridge of his cock rubbing at the clothed part of your ass. The intensity of his kisses grows and the growls coming from his throat grow louder and deeper, sending vibrations through your own chest. Eventually his lips part from yours, but quickly take up purchase along the column of your throat, one hand rising to grip the nape of your neck and shift your head exactly where he wants so his tongue can dart out and taste your skin.

You let out a breathy moan that emboldens him, but before he can get ahead of himself, you choose to be the opposite of his peace.

You grip his broad shoulders, briefly appreciating that every inch of this man is yours, before you firmly push him away, giving you a couple of inches of distance. He attempts to close the distance again with his lips, but you turn your head and offer him your cheek.

“Sorry, but you expect me to let you mount me out here in the forest without a little bit of teasing?”

Before he can rebuttal, you jump up and press your boot against the hard expanse of his shoulder and nudge him completely off the log with a resounding thud that echoes through the forest.

You don’t bother glancing back. The wild, rapturous howl tearing through the trees behind you says it all. 

The chase was on.

“Overgrown puppy got the zoomies?!” you call over your shoulder. You briefly glance behind you, careful not to collide with the trees zooming beyond your peripheral vision. You are not surprised to see this massive man vaulting over a log and landing on his feet in an instant, easily picking up the pace into a sprint and gaining on you.

Banter is how you two usually connect and bond, but in this moment, you know it’s only fueling his desire to catch you.

You're fast, but he’s faster. He closes the distance, tackling you into a bed of moss and fallen leaves from the trees above. And despite the way in which you both collide with the floor and the roaring in his veins to take, Valko’s arms still cradle your body to completely absorb the blow.

As your eyelids flutter open, your eyes connect with something primal in his. The bright gold of his eyes are now a deeper, molten honey, pupils dilated as his ears and tails twitch as if tuned into every inch of you. 

“Color?”

“Green,” you breathe.

The kiss that comes after is far from the controlled kiss by the firepit. His tongue is demanding as it slides into your eager mouth. You meet his lick for lick, sweeping into his own mouth and grazing against his fangs.

You both groan at the taste of copper, unsure of whose blood you're tasting since you can’t tell where one of you starts and the other one ends. He settles himself heavily between your thighs, that insistent bulge once again making itself present and known as he hooks your thigh over his hip and grinds against you. 

“Fuuuuuuck,” he growls. “I’m going to stretch your pretty pussy out on my knot, baby.” He pulls back, that smirk you adore gracing his features despite the tortured expression on his face from holding back–from not being inside of you. 

“Question is, do you want to bounce on it or do you want to be mounted like you so kindly offered earlier, brat?”

You reach up, gripping his shirt which is damp from the exertion of chasing you through the forest. “For a Chairman, you sure leave a lot of decisions to me. Not very Alpha of you, pup.”

The electricity that cackles between you both could set the forest on fire.

“Oh, baby…” He leans in until his forehead rests against yours, breath hot and ragged across your lips. “You really can’t fucking help yourself, can you?”

In one smooth, powerful motion he rears back, grabs the front of his already-damp shirt, and rips it clean off his body. The fabric tears with a satisfying sound that makes your breath quicken. Moonlight paints the cut of his abs, the heavy expanse of his chest, the dark burgundy trail of hair that disappears into his waistband. His tail sways behind him, thick and restless. The scent rolling off him—leather, musk, warm cedar, and raw desire—hits you like a drug.

Your man is clearly feral for every inch of you. 

He doesn’t give you time to truly admire the way moonlight slides over every cut of muscle before he’s on you again.

His hands, which are large, veined, claws just barely pricked, grip your hips and flip you onto your stomach with effortless strength. Moss and soft earth cushion you as he yanks your hips up, forcing you onto your knees while your chest stays pressed to the ground. The position leaves you arched and open for him. You feel even more exposed when you feel your bottoms and panties being shoved down without fanfare. 

Valko settles behind you, one big palm smoothing possessively down your spine before he settles one palm against the mid-section of your back.

“Not very Alpha of me?” he repeats, voice husky and laced with amusement and hunger. He leans over your back, caging you completely, his thick cock sliding hot and heavy between your thighs, gliding through your slick without entering you yet. “You mouthy little hunter… I was trying to be a gentleman. Give my mate a choice.”

He nips sharply at the back of your neck, then soothes it with a slow drag of his tongue.

“Choice revoked.”

You gasp as the thick tip of his cock presses into you, spreading you so nicely for what you both know is going to leave you pleasantly, yet achingly sore tomorrow. Your cunt is wet, and that’s painfully clear as the sound of the head of his cock pushes into your sloppy, hungry pussy with an overwhelmingly loud squelch. You both groan at your surrender, the sound of him pressing into you loud and obscene in the quiet of the forest.

“Fuck, you may be a brat but your greedy pussy knows what she wants.” The burn of him sliding in you is perfect, overwhelming in the best way. He doesn’t stop until his hips are flush against your ass, the swollen base of his knot kissing your folds.

He doesn’t give you time to adjust as he’s pulling back and sliding back in, savoring the feeling of your tight hole sucking his thick cock, welcoming him back eagerly with every thrust. 

The rut is riding him hard, his control fraying at the edges, but even now, he’s still Valko: protective enough that one arm stays curled around you, ready to catch you if your arms give out, whispering filthy praise between the growls. With each groaned praiseful remark that escapes his lips, you clench harder.

“Look at you, big bad hunter… all dripping and whining while I mount you. Who’s the prey now, baby? You don’t even have it in you to fight back, don’t you? Good fucking girl.”

“This knot's got your name all over it, pretty girl. You didn’t have to mouth off, all you had to do was present this pretty pussy like an offering.” 

He rears his hips back and accentuates each word with a thrust. “Just. Like. This.”

“Fuck, listen to that,” he groans, voice thick with rut, with his desire to mount and knot his mate. “Big bad hunter, all soaked and sloppy for me. Thought you were supposed to be dangerous, baby. Right now you’re just a pretty little thing getting mounted in the dirt.”

Your cheeks burn, but the moans and gasps coming out of your mouth are encouraging, especially as you reach behind and claw at his thick thigh. His soft, lush tail wraps around your wrist, which is a clear message: that even in this moment, you’re both still connected despite the intensity.

You can feel his swollen knot pressing against your entrance. You brace yourself on your hands, but gasp as his broad, hard chest blankets your back and forces your hands out from under you and presses you completely into the dirt. His thrusting turns into pistoning as his knot goes from kissing your cunt to demanding entrance into your sweet, tight heat.

“Beg sweetly for it, baby. Let your mate hear how bad you want to be knotted by your Alpha.”

You feel the smirk in his words, the way his tail, which has moved from your wrist, tightens around your waist like a furry leash. He’s enjoying this—enjoying the way your strong hunter body chooses to yield so perfectly for him.

A broken moan escapes you as the knot catches harder against your entrance, bullying its way forward. You clench around the thick shaft already buried inside you, trying to pull him deeper even as you manage a shaky, bratty laugh.

“You… want me to beg?” you gasp, turning your head just enough to catch his molten gold eyes. “After you chased me down like some helpless prey?”

Valko’s answer is a dark, delighted chuff. “Prey should struggle if they want to be entertaining. And fuck are you entertaining.”

His pace turns relentless, hips snapping against your ass with every thrust. The heavy swell of his knot catches at your entrance more insistently now, stretching you wider with every pass, demanding to be let in.

You feel him throb and twitch inside you, hot and huge, as he waits for you to break.

“Come on, baby. Tell me how badly this tight hunter cunt needs to be locked on my cock. Tell your Alpha how empty you feel without it.”

The words send a sharp spark down the length of your spine and straight to where his knot was pushing, pushing, pushing…

Valko groans against your neck, fangs sinking in your shoulder, as his swollen knot finally pushes inside you, sliding home with a slow, slick pop that leaves you both breathless. The gasping, whine that escapes his throat despite the clench of his teeth pushes you over the edge. Your body quakes with an intense orgasm that has your slick coating his thighs and the dirt beneath you both. 

Thick ropes of his cum, more than usual as a result of the suppresent, floods your welcoming womb. You feel every twitch, every pulse against your battered cervix, even as he gives a few more valiant thrusts into your cum-filled cunt.

Moments pass as you both pant, sweat dripping down your bodies. The haziness is broken as Valko rubs his chin and cheek against the top of your head, similar to how this fiasco started in the first place.

“You okay?” he whispers in your ear, voice softer than it was moments ago, tongue darting out to continue to groom you.

You let out a breathless little laugh, eyes still half-lidded as you melt back into his chest. “Mmm… more than okay. Just feeling full and will definitely feel this tomorrow.”

A low, pleased chuff rumbles through him. His arms tighten around you, one big hand stroking down your side while the other stays splayed over your lower belly, right where you can feel the heavy warmth of his knot pulsing inside you.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, nuzzling into your hair. “You took my knot so beautifully.” He presses a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the bite mark he left on your shoulder earlier, then rests his forehead there. “I was worried I’d be too much tonight. I was worried my rut would scare you off-”

You reach back lazily, threading your fingers through his damp hair and giving a playful tug. “You were a lot, but I loved it. I love you, Valko. All of you. Even the overgrown puppy parts.”

Valko laughs against your skin, the sound warm and relieved. His tail curls tighter around your thigh as the knot continues to throb gently inside you, keeping you locked together. For long minutes he just holds you. For a few moments more, he continues his grooming, scenting, and whispering of quiet praise between soft kisses along your neck and jaw.

You close your eyes in contentment, loving that you were able to show your mate that, despite his initial fears of showing you this part of him, you could reassure him that he’s more than enough.

a/n: I’m mourning this wolf real heavy. Can't believe I broke my writing hiatus on a canceled character (please come back). I really hate the turn of events after his reveal and don't think it should have escalated to the extent it has. For now, I'm boycotting a game that I have played consistently for 2 years, refusing to spend any money, not opening the app, and unfollowing all their social media accounts. During Anime Expo, I even chose not to participate in their cosplayer event (despite winning a slot) or purchase any items at the official LADS booth. I have written several emails with only the JP cs team responding. I miss Zayne SO much, but this is about the principle. I don't have much of an online presence, but I can't support Infold until they reinstate Valko. So while I boycott, I cope.

Rather than speaking, you allow your gaze to drift slowly to the hand still encircling your ankle before lifting your eyes back to Valko's face. The message lands without fail, causing his confidence to falter for a fraction of a second.

The accused one clears his throat slightly theatrical, yet his thumb resumes the absent brush along your skin.

"So this touchy-feely-thing you do," you whisper close to his ear, unable to resist nudging him with your foot, "is part of your fearless strategy?"

Valko's expression shifts in offence, his brows raising while his chest puffs up slightly upon making eye contact once more. "Obviously. If something comes through that screen, I've already got a hold of you."

You meet his declaration with a squint and another grin. "To protect me?" Asked rather sweetly now, especially once your finger nudges against his jawline.

"To stop you from running off without me, silly." His answer comes so quickly that you laugh before he can fully register his own transparency.

Regardless of that slip, in that moment all that matters is the pride currently swelling in his chest at the fact he has made you laugh.

Yet when the film moves back into another stretch of dim corridors and lingering silence, his hand never leaves your ankle. If anything, his fingers settle more securely around it, unconsciously seeking the reassurance of your presence while insisting, to both of you, that he is the one doing the reassuring.

The longer you sit there, the more you realise how easy this feels. It is still strange in the best way, this closeness that neither of you has much learned how to navigate yet. There are moments where your own heart almost does a backflip because you are still getting used to the reality of having someone who simply reaches for you, someone who notices the tiniest changes in your expression and tries to make you smile before you even ask for comfort.

When another scene darkens the room as the haunting noises increase, you find yourself torn out of your reverie. Valko's grip tightens again before he catches himself, however, this time you do not tease him straight away. Instead, you feel a weird protective instinct for once, and reach down to scratch gently beneath his chin.

The tension appears to leave him almost instantly then, with his head tilting to your direction before he knows better. Once he catches himself, Valko narrows his eyes and nearly manages to turn away from you, valiantly trying to regain his dignity, ah, but then you find that spot—his favourite spot and your big guy melts into you.

"There, there," you whisper as you smile to yourself while witnessing as realisation settles over him.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," announced so soon and with denial, but the words lose some of their certainty when your fingers move up through his hair. He is still trying to be clever, still trying to keep that playfulness, but it is softening as rapidly as chocolate under the warm afternoon sun.

"I know that you're enjoying this," you tease, which causes Valko to scoff as if you had just accused him of the most outrageous thing ever.

"I'm allowing you to appreciate my excellent cuddle qualities. There is a distinct difference here, missy." The fact that he says it so seriously only causes your smile to grow since he is somehow both completely shameless and embarrassed at the same time.

"Aww, you're truly the kindest ever, baby," you whisper with so much feigned affection that it hits Valko right where it should. You feel its effect washing over him through the warmth creeping up his neck and cheeks, yet more so you evidently see the excited wiggle of his ears and that traitorous thump of his tail.

Valko's confidence stumbles for half a second now that you have found the exact spot where he cannot protect himself through playfulness. "Thin ice," he warns, though his voice is far to hushed now, "you are walking on very frail ice right now, little one."

And the best response? The best response is a bubbly fit of laughter because you find this predator, this scary creature the hunters warned everyone in Linkon City about, nothing but tooth-rotting cute.

"Now, now, Koko, that's not very good behaviour of you."

The words shoot out so unapologetically that they leave Valko groaning. With burning cheeks and mumbled complaints about the unfairness of your tactics, he looks away. However, he does not reject your hand; much rather he makes sure to lean even more of his weight into your palm in insistence.

A smile of fondness pulls at your lips when his ears twitch beneath your fingers, even further now that Valko stills as if freezing will somehow make you forget what just happened.

But you, you gently trace along the shape of one of those traitorous ears, adoring the way his demeanour slips despite how hard he tries to hold onto his dignity.

"Baby, are you embarrassed?" you ask softly, and the rushed, huffed, puffed "No" which is chased by a blow of air seems far too quick to be believable. And yet, such denial only causes an even more endeared smile to decorate your face until you may as well rival the sun in its radiance.

"You're adorable," you whisper to him like a sweet secret. There is no point pretending otherwise when he is trying so hard to convince you he is intimidating with those twitching ears beneath your fingers.

Now that 'compliment' convinces Valko to pull back just enough to gather what remains of his dignity and lift his chin the slightest bit, as if trying to level you with a look of dominance. "I am intimidating," he argues, which almost works until you continue your scratching.

His expression says he wants to defend his pride, but the warmth in his cheeks and the relaxation of his body language say something entirely different.

"And I'll have you know, that this is a completely normal reaction to excellent head scratches," he adds, as though that explanation is enough to save him. "It basically counts as foul play."

"Okay, okay. You're adorable and intimidating," you correct, and the way he looks away with a little huff tells you he knows he has lost this game too.

But how could the master of physical touch stay sulky for long when met with the invitation to enjoy the warmth of your embrace? So, when you open your arms, Valko stares at you for a merely a moment of contemplation. Will accepting the invitation damage the reputation he has spent years building? Mh, the dramatic sigh sounding from deep within his lungs carries an exaggerated reluctance of someone who absolutely wants what he is pretending not to want. Then, he already climbs onto the couch and into your arms.

"For the record, pancake," he murmurs as he settles on top of you with his arms wrapping around you and his weight grounding you so completely, "this is because I am proving my earlier point. I am, in fact, excellent cuddle material… and you can't resist me."

It is almost comical how unfazed you remain while running your fingers through his hair and whispering a praise of "Of course you are."

The answer makes him smile thanks to the unveiled amount of honesty and adoration in your response. He simply gets to be loved, and that feels wonderful enough to make him grow mellow in an extra dose of sweet excitement. Here, with you, he can be warm and playful and soft without worrying.

His hands move slowly over your arms then, as he settles more comfortably. His touch is absentminded and increasingly familiar even though this kind of closeness is still something you are getting used to. After all, Valko is a usually a little unashamed in his affections towards you, nuzzling into your neck and breathing you in without much hesitance.

The instinctive movements only come to pause when he realises you have noticed.

"You're scenting me again," you whisper while scratching his nape with gentle gestures.

Somewhere between embarrassment and shamelessness, Valko offers you a shrug and words that are rather imprinted on your skin than announced to the world. "Maybe I like it when you smell like me," he admits with a softness that rarely gets to see the light of day. "Maybe I like that I can do this with you."

Your heart flutters enough for his very excellent hearing to effortlessly pick up on its stumbling rhythm. This level of intimacy causes even all the horrors that first made him jump to play on long unminded, as the world and his senses narrow down to you. \

You, and how gently you move your thumb over his cheek before returning to his weak points. As you scratch at the base of his ears and treasure the soft twitch of them, you take the chance for a final teasing attack and whisper "You were scared of the movie."

At which Valko immediately lifts his head and gives you a look full of exaggerated disbelief at such an absurdity. "I was protecting you," he insists, as his hand moves slowly across your arm, lightly tracing your skin while his tail remains curled comfortably around your thigh.

The unapologetic giggles you offer him are a blow to his pride that he would never want to trade for all the fear he could instil in the world. "Ah, yes, you hiding behind my legs was a tactical response," you conclude in such a joyful lilt that Valko can't offer more but heavy weight defeat.

Now that surely knocks the air out of your lungs while big arms squeeze your waist as this very large bundle of love rubs his cheek against your shoulder. "A tactical cuddle," Valko mumbles with complete seriousness.

It is hard to remember a time where you haven't laughed or giggled as much as you have since meeting Valko. Almost every lighthearted situation results to a soreness of your cheek muscles and a terrifingly growing fondness in your heart.

And Valko grins too, because he loves that he can make you laugh. He may still be learning what it feels like to be someone's comfort, yet it is undeniable that there is something almost strange about how easily this bond has happened between you; how naturally he has gone from sitting guard on the floor to letting himself be held, teased, and cared for. He still tries to pretend he is the one in control, still throws in sarcastic comments whenever he feels too softened around the edges, but you both know the truth when he keeps leaning closer every time you touch him.

By now the movie is forgotten, the fear replaced by warmth, and Valko stays exactly where he is with his ears twitching beneath your fingers and his heartbeat steady against you. That is how is nuzzles eventually turn into tenderly placed traces of his love—leaving kisses most tenderly along your neck and cheek until your lips find another naturally.

It is a gentle thing, mayhaps even a little uncertain, but definitely a sweet kind of kiss belonging to two people that are finding a home in another brick by brick.

Once you pull away then, you immediately catch the colour across his cheeks before Valko can even turn his face away and pretend he is unaffected. He is way too dazed over the sensation of your lips against his.

But that purry tone laced into your comment calls him back to the present. The mere whisper of, "I saw that blush," while already tracing the heat dusted across his freckles makes the evidence even more obvious.