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Your lips connect for the first time, your arms wrapping around his neck and tangling in his hair and desperately pulling him closer as if you're afraid that reality will swipe this chance away from you. He groans into your mouth, his hands finding their way to your waist and the center of your back to pull you even closer, just as hungry.

There isn't any penetration other than his fingers, not just yet, Sylus wouldn't want to push a boundary like that so soon. (And tbh who knows if he'd even fit inside you yet haha) You both finish, though, and him all over your chest and stomach, possessive in his urge to claim all of you as his.

He takes such excellent care of you in the afterglow, holding you for a long, long while before lifting your shaky legged body with ease and cradling you against his chest to keep you warm as he takes you to the bathroom to clean up.

As he's wiping you down with a hot washcloth, his movements so careful and gentle and full of affection, he calls you sweetie again. And you finally break, sitting on the side of the tub, hiccupping out weak little sobs as you hide your face in his shoulder.

He takes you back in his arms and carries you to bed, holding you close underneath the covers and wrapping your smaller body up in his own. When you beg him to stay, for him to take you as his instead of letting things go back to the way they were, he promises you he will. He promises you'll never be so alone, not ever again.

“I-I really can’t… I can’t take this… s’too much!”

This, by no means, was the outcome you had anticipated. You expected a dog fight, in the literal sense of the word. But not this, never this… “oh fuck!”

Xavier’s tongue was unrelenting, just as unrelenting as the swishing of Valko’s tail. Thumping every so often against the mattress as he holds your thighs down against the sheets. “She’s getting overstimulated.”

It’s a warning, but one that feels rather empty to your pleasure melted mind. Especially as Valko shamelessly observes the way the ash-blonde devours your cunt, nose twitching every so often as he memorizes your arousal.

“V-valko! Make h-him stop!” You hiccup, eyes blurred with tears as your back arches off the sheets. Three, maybe four orgasms from Xavier’s tongue alone? He hadn’t even come up for air. Willing to die suffocated by your pussy…

“You’re so close, little wolf. One more, right? You can take one more from his tongue…”

But there is no promise of being done beyond that… still you’re nodding in submission. Cunt twitching as your hips shake against his eager tongue. Xavier effortlessly brings you over the edge, only stopping when Valko’s hand yanks him back by a fistful of his hair. “How was he?”

“R-really good…” you manage to push up on shaking arms, eyes locked on Xavier as he licks his lips. Chin shining with your slick. “Are you okay?” Easily, Valko lets go of his hair, letting him sit up slightly to hover above you.

“Yeah, m’fine… you’re really good at that…” “Better than him?” “Don’t push it.”

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.

valko whined loudly, twisting himself enough so he could look at you with bleary eyes. a moan left you at how fucked out he looked, cheeks red and tear tracks running down them. "no! no, please— nghh~ want it, want you to fill me up!"

he must not even realize he's doing the exact opposite of what he was saying, knees shuffling as he tried to get away from your brutal thrusts. "yeah? you're not actin like it pup, y'keep runnin away." your hand came down, a loud slap and more tears escaped his eyes at the sting against his ass. you massaged the reddened skin, cooing at him in mock sympathy.

"you're actin like a bad pup right now," your words were cut off by a whine and useless babbling that had you shushing your boyfriend. "but i know you're such a good boy, you love listening to me right pretty?"

valko's head nodded up and down, a little hiccup leaving him as his hand came to grip your thigh. "so let me fuck you how you wanted 'kay?" your hand pushed in the middle of his shoulders, forcing him down and he went without complaint.

his face was buried into the damp pillow, not even muffling the sounds he was making. you had a good few minutes of this, hips working him to his orgasm when he unconsciously started moving his hips away again- away from you.

huffing in annoyance, you locked both of his wrists in your hand, touching a hand before a little light emitted from them and suddenly metal wrapped around his wrists. "h-huh?.." valko's head turned over his shoulder, trying to get a glimpse of what you were doing.

he tried to move his hands but came to find them restrained and pushing against cool metal. a quiet jingling had his wolf ears twitching and he realized in his cloudy mind that you had made handcuffs on him. your fingers hooked onto the chain and you pulled as your other hand gripped the back of his neck, lifting his head up.

"now be the good boy i know you are for me~"

then you put the work in, hips slamming against his ass harder, the loud squelching mixing with his moans like music to your ears. you were pulling on the chain, making him fuck back onto you while forcing him into mean arch. valko couldn't contain his moans even if he tried, mouth hung open and tongue lolling out making drool dribble down as his chest heaved in pants.

"fuuck, just like that. you look so good against me pup."

his hole clenched around you hard, thighs shaking and abdomen contracting as his orgasm approached rapidly. "yes! am— hah, am i good?" he stuttered, looking at you. you already knew his throat was gonna be sore from how much he's been moaning.

valko was pushing his hips back, all loud smacks and light stinging from the force. your lips curved into a smirk and you let go of his neck, pushing his head back into the mattress as your hips sped up. you leaned over him, teeth biting at his neck before doing the same to his ear.

"yeah pup, you're doing so well for me. knew you could do it~ my good boy."

your last words had him locking up, a damn near scream ripping from his throat as he came hard. his cock twitched and throbbed, thick spurts of cum pooling onto the sheets below in waves. you worked him through it, bucking into him one, two, three more times before you were cumming with a moan of his name.

his thighs were shaking, more cum dribbling from his cock as you filled him to the brim. you made the handcuffs disappear, rubbing his red wrists and placing soft kisses across his marked shoulders. your voice was soft as you praised him, nuzzling against the side of his face.

once his breathing came down you leaned back, slipping out of him and moaning in sync as your cum flowed out. your fingers gripped his cheeks apart, watching the pearly white drip. valko whined softly, hips swaying and making you huff a laugh.

you helped him flip onto his back, eyes trailing up his body before landing on his golden ones. "you're a fucking beast." his voice was scratchy, big hands pulling you to get closer.

"you asked for it!"

"yeah but i didn't expect you to use my own evol against me and make handcuffs you sick freak!"

he laughed, swollen lips smothering your face in kisses. "don't act like you didn't love it, you were begging for it! i think you're the sick freak here."

valko rolled you both over, straddling your waist and nipping at your neck. "blah blah." a yelp left him when you playfully swatted at his ass.

"bad boy~"

he pushed himself up, spreading his legs wider so you could see him hover over your cock. his own was already twitching to life, tip flushed red and covered in white. while you were checking him out he swiftly put your hands above your head and you felt cool metal around you wrists.