Scarlet • she/her

Chapter 2: The Boyfriend (Part 1)

The scent hit me before I even opened the door. She was home but she wasn’t alone.

I probably should have turned around and headed back to the office or gone to a hotel for the night to let them have time alone like I had promised her, but I let my curiosity get the better of me instead.

The door creaked softly as I pushed it open, my shoes silent on the hardwood floor as I crept inside and closed it behind me. Their combined smell hit me like a punch to the gut—woodsmoke and apples mixed with her vanilla and chocolate covered cherries perfume.

My fingers twitched at my sides when I heard a low masculine moan, and I called myself a fool over and over for not turning around and leaving but I just couldn’t help myself. I had to see him… had to see the man who had the one woman I wanted most in this world.

I didn’t make a sound as I stepped further inside and lowered my backpack to the floor then I paused, staring at the wall as the sounds of skin slapping skin and low moans echoed around me. I tried to talk myself out of what I was about to do for exactly five seconds before I clenched my jaw and moved the four necessary steps across the foyer to the doorway of the living room.

And there they were—my Mac and her purple-eyed boyfriend illuminated by the moonlight streaming through the windows. They were both naked and covered in a thin layer of sweat. He had her bent over the back of the couch, pounding into her pussy while holding onto her hips so tightly I knew he would leave marks.

My chest tightened, claws pricking under my palms as I stood frozen in the shadows. Every muscle in my body screamed to turn around, walk out and never come back.

But then I heard him… Caleb. His deep voice, smooth but commanding while he whispered, "You feel so fucking good. So tight… made just for me."

Mac arched with a whimper, fingers gripping the couch cushion so tightly her knuckles were white. Her cheeks were flushed, green eyes glazed and half-lidded, those perfectly full, round breasts bouncing with every thrust of his hips.

The sight of them together burned.

Caleb was as gorgeous as Mac claimed… tall and broad-shouldered with a lean waist and long legs. His dark hair was messy and plastered to his forehead. Moonlight glistened on his sweat-slicked back and his ass flexed beautifully as he moved above her.

My claws dug into my palms, drawing faint streaks of blood. I didn’t even feel the pain. I was too focused on what was going on across the room.

I wanted to be the one claiming her pussy like that. Wanted her to cry out my name instead of his. Wanted everything she was giving him and… wanted him.

I should’ve hated him on principle alone.  He was the man who had the woman I wanted but watching them? It wasn’t just jealousy twisting inside me anymore… it was fascination.

Raw attraction crackled through me despite myself as Caleb leaned down and kissed her deeply, a messy clash of tongues and teeth, and suddenly he wasn't just some rival… he became a distraction all his own. One that I wanted as much as I wanted her.

The thought hit me like lightning… sudden, electric, terrifying.

I wanted to be in that room. Not just watching. Not lurking in the shadows like a jealous ghost. No—I wanted to step forward. To shed my clothes and walk into the moonlit space between them. To take and be taken.

I imagined peeling off my jacket first, letting it drop silently on the floor. My shoes would follow… then my dress shirt and my slacks until I was as naked as they were.

Caleb’s head would turn, maybe from the sound of the soft rustle of fabric or maybe the sound of my ragged breathing. His purple eyes would lock onto mine. Would they be surprised? Annoyed? Curious? Maybe angry?

Mac might be surprised that I was there and make him stop. Or maybe she wouldn’t and would beg him to keep going. Beg me to touch her the way I had always wanted to.

My cock hardened so fast it hurt and my breath hitched as the fantasy bloomed brightly behind my eyes—hot, vivid in detail and impossible to stop.

I saw myself stepping forward, bare feet silent on the cool hardwood. Caleb would freeze mid-thrust when he saw me. His purple eyes would widen, not in anger at being interrupted, but something sharper, instinctive recognition of a predator entering his den.

Mac would see me standing there and would gasp my name, softly at first then louder as realization hit her that I was there… watching… wanting… then she would squirm and whimper, begging Caleb to keep going while beckoning me closer.

Caleb’s lips would part slightly as he stared at me. He wouldn’t pull away or keep going like she begged him to. He wouldn’t shove her aside or snarl at me in warning like a jealous man would. No… something far more dangerous would flicker across his face.

Interest.

A slow, predatory smile would curl his lips as he studied me…. eyes trailing over my bare chest and abs then it would linger on the thick line of my cock jutting proudly from between my thighs before moving to my fists clenched at my sides then up to lock on my face.

He wouldn’t speak. He would just… stare. And that look—hot and assessing—would send a jolt straight down my spine and make a low whine leave my throat as my cock released a bead of precum that would trail down my length.

Mac would whimper beneath him at the sight, a soft sound caught between arousal and primal need, but Caleb wouldn’t glance down at her or move his hips to satisfy the need that would make her clench around his cock. Not yet.

Instead… he would slowly pull out with one long slide, making her gasp sharply at the sudden emptiness. Then he would straighten up fully behind her while still keeping one large hand possessively curled around her hip bone like an anchor.

No words. Just silence. Then… he would tilt his head slightly toward me and gesture with two fingers. The universal sign for "Come here."

The gesture would hit me like a command from an alpha—something I wouldn’t disobey. My feet would move before my brain would catch up, each step silent, deliberate. The air between us would thicken and he would keep his gaze locked on mine.

She would watch me approach and bite her lower lip when she saw the size of my cock. Her cheeks would flush darker, breath come faster. And not just from what they’d been doing before I found them but from me being here… naked… hard for them… needing them.

Caleb wouldn’t blink as I closed the distance. When no more than three feet separated us, I would pause under his heavy stare, watching, waiting, to see what he did next. Then without breaking eye contact… he would extend his hand toward me palm-up and—

"Fuck, baby, you gonna come for me?"

I blinked hard, the fantasy shattering around me like glass.

Real sounds flooded back in; the soft creak of the couch, Mac’s breathy moans, Caleb’s deep voice murmuring something intimate to her that I couldn’t quite make out. The heat in my chest cooled. My claws retracted. My cock twitched where it pushed insistently against my slacks underneath my palm.

I wasn’t naked and willing. I was in my clothes. In the dark hallway.

Alone. Untouched. Unwanted.

The contrast was brutal. One second, I was in a fantasy where they both wanted me, called to me and begged me to come take what I wanted… and now? Reality crashed down like ice water.

I swallowed hard, my palm pressing harder against my straining cock as Mac let out a low moan and begged him to move faster. When he whispered for her to beg for it, the thought crossed my mind that they couldn’t see me, didn’t even know that I was there and I could simply lower the zipper on my pants and pull my cock out to stroke it.

The temptation was agonizing and when Mac’s sweet voice rose, begging him to give her what she wanted my fingers flexed against my clothed cock again. I had to force myself to bite back a groan as I watched him obey Mac’s plea.

His hips snapped forward with renewed intensity, driving into her with deep, powerful thrusts that made the couch creak. Sweat gleamed on his shoulders and back as he bent over her again to kiss and bite at her neck while one hand slid around to squeeze and roll one of those perfect breasts in his palm.

I exhaled shakily before slowly unbuttoning and unzipping then easing both slacks and boxers down my hips just enough for my stiff length to spring free. The cool air hit my overheated skin the moment I freed myself, and a shudder ran through me as my cock twitched eagerly against my belly, already leaking at the tip.

I wrapped my hand around my length, testing the weight of it before giving one experimental stroke from base to tip with a slight twist around the sensitive head. A quiet hiss escaped between my clenched teeth.

Her moans rose higher as his thrusts grew faster, hips slamming into hers with possessive force that made every breath in her lungs hitch and stutter. Her fingers clawed at the hand that was splayed across her lower belly. Her back arched and her head flew back to rest on his shoulder.

I stroked myself faster, thumb swiping over the leaking head just to smear pre-cum down the shaft before twisting again at the top for that sweet friction right where I needed it most… all while biting my lower lip so they wouldn't hear me.

The room smelled like sex and sweat along with the natural scent of their bodies tangled together. Every slap of skin against skin sent a jolt through me, each moan Mac made curling low in my gut, each possessive growl Caleb uttered making my cock throb harder.

I stroked myself faster now, palm slick with pre-cum as I watched him dominate her completely. The way her body writhed against his in the moonlight. The look of ecstasy on her beautiful as he took what was his. And yet… although I had been obsessed with her for months, it wasn’t just her that had me mesmerized. It was him also.

His sharp profile, his strong jawline, the way his lips parted as he panted for breath between kisses to her shoulder. When she cried out from another deep stroke, his mouth curved into a smug smirk that hit me squarely in the gut.

My strokes turned needier then, rough near the base before twisting upward again while I bit down on my lip so hard I drew blood to stay silent. I wanted to let a whimper or a groan, so they’d know someone else was here… but no… this was mine alone. This pleasure born from watching them burn. From imagining being part of it instead of standing in the shadows watching.

I should have hated him for having her like this. Should’ve turned away before I got addicted to watching them… to wanting them like this. But… they were beautiful together and I just couldn’t help myself.

The air grew heavier with every passing second, thick with lust and something electric I couldn’t quite name. My hand moved faster along my cock, speeding up to match the desperate pace of Caleb’s lean hips.

Mac was gasping beneath him, her body writhing under his touch. Every thrust made the couch shudder slightly against the floorboards as he hooked one arm around her waist to keep her in place while his other hand roamed possessively over every curve. Down her hip to her thigh, to her ass cheek where he squeezed hard enough to leave a mark before moving between her thighs.

My breathing hitched when she jerked and let a whimper that sounded like his name. I stroked faster, hips rocking subtly into my fist while the other dropped down between my thighs and started toying with my balls. Every swipe over my leaking tip sent sparks up my spine and pulled me closer to the edge because all I could think about right then?

What if those same fingers brushed against my cock next?

What if it was my cock inside that tight pussy?

What if those lips kissed me after kissing hers?

What if it was my arm she was digging her nails into?

What would happen if Caleb turned those purple eyes toward the shadows where I stood watching them like some desperate voyeur and decided to pull me right into their heated mess?

As soon as the thought crossed my mind, he slowed down until his hips came to a stop pressed against her ass then he leaned forward until his lips brushed her ear.

She whined and pressed back against him whispering, "Please, Caleb."

He whispered something in her ear, making her body tense then she simply melted. A shiver ran through her, and she nodded eagerly before twisting slightly to glance over her shoulder at him with glassy, pleading eyes.

He didn’t say anything else. He just smirked—a slow, dangerous curve of his lips that made my stomach flip and then he straightened up and ran his fingers down Mac’s back. For a second… nothing else happened then his purple eyes flicked up… straight toward me. Right where I stood hidden in the shadows, cock still gripped tight, heart pounding wildly… caught red-handed.

Time stopped. For one breathless second, I didn’t move. Didn’t blink. My pulse roared in my ears, hand freezing mid-stroke. I didn’t know whether to cover myself or keep stroking, didn’t know if I should bolt out the door and pretend this never happened or stand my ground like some idiot hoping they'd invite me into their bed.

His gaze locked onto mine but there was no shock or anger in his eyes. Just pure, predatory awareness and then he smiled. Not a friendly smile. Not even an amused one but something far more dangerous… interest laced with dark approval and maybe a challenge?

My blood turned to fire.

That smile—slow, knowing, hungry—sent a shockwave through my entire body. My cock twitched violently in my grip, and I suddenly forgot how to breathe.

He didn’t look away. Didn’t speak. He just kept staring at me with those deep violet eyes that seemed to see deep down into my soul. Then he moved. In one fluid motion, he pulled out of Mac’s pussy, ignoring her soft whimper of protest as he stepped back. His naked body glistened under the moonlight as he turned fully toward me, eyes falling to where I was still clutching my cock like some guilty schoolboy caught jerking off during class hours.

Mac finally noticed something was happening and pushed up so she was standing and turned around. Her green eyes widened when she saw me… naked from the waist down, hand wrapped around my thick cock, face burning with shame and arousal in equal measure. "…Valko?"

She didn't say anything else. Neither did he. He simply started walking toward me… each step deliberate… powerful…

I panicked, spinning around and bolting down the hallway, heart slamming against my ribs. My feet slapped against the floor as I fled, cock bouncing against my stomach with every stride as I tried to pull the pants half-hanging off my hips up so I could get away.

Every nerve screamed at me to run. Not because I feared them… but because this wasn’t supposed to happen. This wasn’t how it was meant to go. I didn't want them seeing me like this—half-naked and desperate while jerking off to them have sex. It was pathetic. Embarrassing.

My shoulder slammed into the wall by the front door as I tripped over my backpack and almost went head over heels to the floor. The crash of the coat rack toppling to the floor echoed through the quiet apartment as I dropped to my knees on the hardwood with a sharp crack of pain.

Fuck fuck fuck.

I scrambled up like an animal fleeing a predator’s den. The front door was right there, three steps away. I could wrench it open and disappear into the night. I could send for my things and move far, far away. I could—

A body slammed into mine, the impact knocking the breath from my lungs. A massive, muscular chest pinned me flat against the door, warm and solid as steel.

Caleb didn’t speak. He didn’t need to.

His bare skin burned through my clothes where he pressed into me, the heat of his body radiating like a furnace. His scent exploded around me: musky sweat with that faint hint of woodsmoke mixed with Mac’s cherry scent, and a low whine escaped me before I could stop it.

Before I could react, one large hand shot up beside my head, slamming flat against the wood right next to my face, and caged me in completely while his other arm hooked around my waist like an iron bar locking us together.

"Going somewhere?" he murmured. His face was inches from mine, close enough that I could feel the warmth of his breath, see every dark lash framing those mesmerizing purple eyes. They weren’t angry. Not even annoyed.

They were dark with something far more dangerous. Desire. Hunger. Possession.

Before I could utter a single word—before my brain fully processed what was happening—his lips crashed onto mine in a searing kiss that stole every thought, every breath from my lungs.

Chapter 1: Our First Time

"Mmm, you smell so good," Valko murmured with his face buried in my neck.

Letting out a giggle as his warm breath tickled my skin, I scrunched my shoulder up and turned my head. "I’m sweaty from hiking all the way up here. I smell disgusting."

His golden eyes flicked with something that almost looked like offense. He lifted his head; wolf ears twitching rapidly against his skull. "Wrong," he said, voice low and rough like gravel. "You smell like you. Sunshine on leaves... warmth after the rain." A pause then quieter. "Mine."

My lips parted at the way ‘mine’ sounded in that deep growly voice and I felt heat pool in my lower belly. Everything about my wolf had a way of making my heart pound and my body go haywire but his voice… when it got like this? It sent shivers down my spine and made me burn.

His ears flicked again then he sniffed the air, a low rumble vibrating in his chest when the scent of my arousal hit his nostrils. Without warning, he pulled me into his lap and buried his face in my neck before pressing a kiss against my skin right where my pulse fluttered.

One large hand slid up to cradle the back of my head while the other pressed firmly against my lower back, pulling my body flush against his so I could feel how hard he was. He didn’t speak anymore. Didn’t need to… I knew what he wanted, needed, because I needed it too.

Heated kisses trailed up my jawline… slow… deliberate… until his mouth was hovering near mine. Golden eyes raised, searching mine like he was asking permission without words.

Smiling, I closed the space between us until our mouths were almost touching, letting him know he had permission. My wolf always would.

For a heartbeat, he just stayed there, eyes still searching mine and his breath warm against my lips then his hand tightened in my hair, and he closed that final half inch of distance.

The kiss wasn’t gentle. It was claiming, fierce and deep. His mouth moved against mine with desperate hunger as if he’d been starving for me all day long. Another growl rumbled through him as he licked my bottom lip, a primal sound that vibrated down to my bones.

There was no hesitation in him now; no caution left as if unsure of what I wanted. Just heat. Need. Wanting everything in the right here and right now: my taste on his tongue… my body pressed so tightly against his we could’ve become one being.

Between one breath and the next, I was on my back beneath him. The soft moss of the forest floor cushioned my body as moonlight filtered through leaves above, painting his face in silver and shadow as he loomed over me. His golden eyes glowed like embers now, his breath uneven and ragged. The weight of him above me was warm, solid… safe.

His lips crashed back onto mine again and I gasped into the kiss as one large hand slid under my shirt, his palm skimming up my side. A low whine escaped him when I tangled both hands in his red hair and gently ran my fingertips over one of those velvety wolf ears… right along the sensitive spot that always made his breath hitch.

His kiss faltered for half a second, breath catching audibly before he groaned into my mouth—low, helpless, needy— as that one touch sent him spiraling. His grip tightened on my side almost painfully as if he couldn’t decide whether to pull me closer or collapse entirely.

Then he broke the kiss to press his forehead against mine. Eyes shut tight. Chest rising fast under the dark fabric of his T-shirt. Hands fisted on the ground on either side of my head. "Can I…?" The words hung between us, fragile and heavy all at once.

Can I…? No need to finish the sentence. I knew what he meant. Not just kissing or touching but everything beyond it. The next step. Taking things further than we had before.

Reaching up, I placed my palms on his cheeks and whispered, "Yes."

The second that single word left my lips, something in him snapped. He let out a sharp exhale then his mouth was on mine… fiercer this time, hungrier, desperate like he’d been waiting years instead of weeks for this moment.

His hand flew from the ground to cradle my face, one thumb brushing over my cheekbone while the other tangled gently in my hair then he was moving lower, trailing kisses down my jaw… along the column of my throat. When his lips reached that sensitive spot where neck met shoulder, he paused and pressed a kiss there before gently nipping at it with his sharp teeth.

A tiny whimper escaped my throat and I arched, pressing my chest against his.

He hummed in satisfaction then kissed the same spot again then lower. His mouth glided down to my collarbone, each touch deliberate and reverent despite the hunger I could feel in his body. When he reached the hollow of my throat, he paused then blew softly, a teasing puff of air against my sweat slick skin that made me shiver.

His hands moved, sliding beneath my back and urging me to sit up then he pushed the fabric of my shirt up and over my head. The cool night air kissed my bare skin for a second before his warm hands were on me. Large, rough palms gliding up my sides and along my ribcage with a gentleness that contradicted his size.

His touch was electric. Every brush of his skin against mine sent sparks dancing under my flesh. When his thumbs grazed the undersides of my breasts through the lacy material of my bra, I sucked in a breath and pressed closer, craving more contact.

Those gorgeous golden eyes darkened at the unspoken plea and without hesitation, he lowered his head again and pressed warm lips against the swell of one breast. The contact was soft at first then he grew bolder. His lips parted, and I felt the warm, wet heat of his tongue right where one lace-covered nipple was.

A moan slipped from me before I could stop it.

He froze for a heartbeat, eyes lifting to mine for reassurance, and seeing only need there he became more insistent. One large hand slid around to unhook my bra with surprising deftness, and in seconds his mouth closed over my nipple.

The sensation made me gasp and dig my nails into his scalp. His lips were firm yet surprisingly gentle as they worked over the sensitive peak, alternating between soft suckling kisses and teasing flicks of his tongue that sent jolts straight to my pussy.

One hand moved up to cradle my other breast while he lavished attention on one side—his thumb brushing slow circles around the neglected nipple until it peaked tight with need. Every little touch burned; every breathy sigh he made vibrated through me. The world narrowed to the heat of his mouth, the scrape of his teeth, the way his hands worshipped every inch they touched. He took his time… methodical in a way that made my head spin. Like he wanted to memorize this moment.

His lips finally left my breast only to trail lower… down my sternum over my stomach to my lower belly… each kiss a soft promise. When he reached the waistband of my shorts, he paused again. This time not to seek permission, but because this was new territory for us.

We had held hands… hugged… kissed… but never this.

Without breaking eye contact with my beautiful wolf, I unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts then lifted myself slightly, helping him tug them and my underwear down and off my legs. Once they were off, he removed my hiking boots and socks then sat back on his heels to look at me.

Moonlight painted my pale skin silver as I leaned back on my elbows with my legs spread slightly. For a second, I felt exposed and completely vulnerable under that intense golden gaze.

He didn’t say a word. He just looked. At my breasts. The softness of my belly. The curves of my hips. The dip of my waist. The shaved mound between my thighs glistening in the low light.

The evidence of my need is what made his nostrils flare. His pupils blew wider, swallowing the gold of his eyes. The muscles in his jaw flexed as he swallowed hard then he reached out and dragged one fingertip from my hipbone along the sensitive skin where hip met groin.

Every nerve ending lit up under that single touch and I was almost to the point of begging for more but then he leaned forward and pressed a kiss above the opening of my pussy. A whisper-soft brush of lips that made me tense and squirm slightly to try to get his mouth lower.

A tiny smile tugged at one corner of his mouth as he lowered his head, pressing his nose against the flesh above my entrance and breathing in deeply. A low, reverent sound rumbled from deep in his chest then he pressed his mouth right where I was hottest, wettest… neediest.

His nose nudged against my clit as he dragged the flat of his tongue up through my folds. A single long lick from bottom to top that made every muscle in my body tense and arch off the ground with a sharp cry that sent birds scattering from the trees.

The sound seemed to ignite something in him and his restraint shattered. He descended on me with hungry precision, sealing his mouth over my clit and sucking hard.

I nearly came undone right then. My hands flew to his hair again, fingers tightening as he began licking in quick circles around the sensitive bud before switching back to gentle suckling kisses that made sparks explode behind my eyelids.

A moan tore from me as I squirmed, hips lifting instinctively toward his face like a flower seeking sunlight. He let out a low growl, hands coming up to grip my thighs to hold me still then he pushed his tongue into my pussy as far as he could get it. My back arched off the mossy ground and a broken sob escaped me as I my pussy clamped down on his tongue and I came. "Valko!"

He didn't let up, not even when I trembled from my orgasm. He kept working with relentless focus. Alternating between soft licks, gentle nips just shy of painful and deep thrusts of his tongue before he would seal his mouth over me to suck slowly, drawing out every sensation until it bordered on unbearable ecstasy... then without warning, he slid two fingers inside me.

The stretch was sudden but welcome. His fingers were thick, calloused from years of wilderness survival, and they curled just right. The wet sounds of his mouth working between my thighs mixed with the slick slide of his fingers sent heat flooding through me. He knew exactly how to angle his hand to press against that sweet spot deep within. How to lick, suck and nibble while occasionally thrusting his tongue inside along with his fingers.

The sensations were overwhelming—a relentless storm of pleasure building again far too soon after my first orgasm. My thighs trembled around his head, and I could feel sweat beading on my forehead, neck and chest despite the cool night air. A whimper turned into a long, drawn-out moan when he added a third finger without warning, stretching me further. He scissored them slightly to stretch me before picking up speed again.

This time… this time I didn’t last nearly as long before another climax crashed over me like a tidal wave, stronger than before judging by how violently every muscle in my body tensed then released under another wave of ecstasy. His fingers stayed buried inside me through it, curling gently as my body pulsed around them. When my body finally loosened, he pulled his mouth and fingers away, pressing tender kisses along my inner thighs and hips.

I was a trembling mess beneath him—breathless, flushed, and boneless. Every nerve still tingled with residual sparks as he kissed his way back up my body. Over my stomach… leaving little nips that made me squirm, across each rib… his tongue swiping slow circles where I was most sensitive then between my breasts… until finally his lips met mine again in a deep kiss.

And oh, the taste of myself on his tongue was erotic. Salty-sweet and undeniably intimate.

When he pulled back, he pressed his forehead to mine, nuzzling my temple with affection before murmuring, "You okay, little wolf?"

I smiled at the nickname. It was something he’d never called me before and my heart swelled as I reached up to trace his jawline with my fingertips. "More than okay," I whispered, voice still a little shaky. "Perfect."

His expression softened at that. He caught my hand and pressed a kiss to my palm before turning his head to nip playfully at the tip of one finger. Then he leaned down again, not for another deep kiss this time but to trail soft pecks along my cheekbone… across the bridge of my nose… then finally resting his lips against mine in a chaste but lingering press.

When he pulled away, those gorgeous eyes searched mine as if looking for something for a moment before he spoke. "I need you. Are you… are you ready for more? For me?"

I nodded, my heart pounding so hard I was sure he could hear it. My fingers slid down the column of his throat and curled into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer as I answered in a whisper thick with want. "Yes. Please."

That was all the confirmation he needed. With a quiet exhale that sounded relieved, he kissed me then sat back and yanked off his T-shirt. Moonlight spilled over every defined ridge of his torso…. broad shoulders, muscled chest and perfect abs tapering to a lean waist where black jeans sat low on his hips.

The sight of him like this… bare-chested, golden skin glowing under the moonlight… made my mouth go dry. His muscles were bulky but not overly so… more lean and powerful from years of hunting, climbing trees, and surviving in the wild than anything.

Without breaking eye contact, he reached for his belt buckle with one hand while keeping the other braced beside me on the ground. The leather slid free with a quiet click that echoed in the quiet of the night. His jeans were kicked off haphazardly followed by his boots and socks then he was as bare as I was. My Valko… naked and so very beautiful.

I couldn't resist reaching out and running my palms over those sculpted abs before skimming higher to explore each ridge of muscle in his chest. He inhaled sharply when I brushed my fingers over one nipple then let out a growl when I scratched the tight bud with a fingernail.

He caught one wrist, holding eye contact while nibbling on his bottom lip and guiding my hand lower. Down over the firm planes of his stomach… past the narrow line of red hair that began just below his navel… then he wrapped my fingers around his cock.

He was thick. Heavy in my hand with heat radiating through the skin like embers under silk. The head was flushed dark red and glistening faintly at the slit, evidence of how much he wanted this… me. "Mmm…" he sucked in a sharp breath; eyes fluttering shut as I tightened my grip and gave his length an experimental squeeze from root to tip.

I stroked him slowly and steadily after that, the motion deliberate as I explored every inch of his beautiful cock: the ridge along his crown where it widened just before tapering down to base; how the thick vein along the underside stood prominently; how soft yet firm he felt against my palm when I squeezed gently.

His golden eyes opened again then narrowed on mine, pupils blown so wide they swallowed all but a thin ring of amber light and when I gave another slow pump upward while swiping my thumb over that sensitive spot just beneath his tip…

"Fuck," he muttered before dropping down on top of me and kissing me fiercely. One hand braced against the ground beside my head while the other guided the tip of his cock to my entrance then he broke away just long enough to whisper, "Tell me stop anytime."

"No stopping," I breathed out, lifting my hips slightly to meet him.

His breath hitched, eyes burning into mine with raw intensity. For a heartbeat, he hovered there… just the broad head of his cock pressed against my slick heat and his heart pounding against mine then he pushed forward. Slowly. Carefully.

The feeling was delicious—a fullness that made me gasp and clutch at his shoulders as inch by thick inch slid inside. He didn’t rush it though; every movement was deliberate and controlled so I could adjust to his size, despite the way his jaw clenched and the tendons stood out in his neck.

When he was fully seated, he stayed still for a long moment, forehead resting against mine and breath coming in short puffs across my lips. Then slowly… he pulled back until only the tip remained inside me before pushing forward again, a shallow thrust that made us both gasp.

Then he did it again. And again. And again. Each movement slowly building in rhythm until he was pounding into my pussy so hard I couldn’t help but reach up and dig my nails into his shoulders to hold on as my body slid on the mossy ground. "Oh…"

The sound of my broken and breathless pleasure seemed to unravel the last thread of his control. A guttural growl tore from his throat then he sat back on his heels and gripped my hips, lifting my lower body so my ass was resting on his thighs then he started thrusting harder, deeper.

Every snap of his pelvis sent shockwaves through me, each thrust deeper and more urgent than the last. The slap of skin on skin echoed in our little moonlit clearing, mingling with the ragged breaths and low moans escaping both of our lips.

The new angle was perfect. Every thrust hitting that sweet spot inside me with precision and sending white-hot sparks shooting up my spine. My back arched off the ground as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in my belly, each snap of his hips pushing me closer to the edge.

His face was a masterpiece of raw desire—jaw clenched, lips parted, eyes glazed over but locked on mine like I was the only thing keeping him grounded. Sweat glistened on his forehead; the muscles in his shoulders, abdomen and arms flexed wildly as he pounded into my body.

One particularly deep stroke made stars explode behind my eyelids and suddenly I wasn’t just close… I was coming again. A scream tore from my throat as pleasure detonated through every nerve ending. My nails dug into his forearms as my pussy clamped down hard on his cock.

His rhythm stuttered when he felt it and then came that growl again, the one that drove me wild with its primal possessive intensity, before he leaned forward and crushed our mouths together. The kiss was frantic—all tongue and teeth, his mouth hot and demanding as he swallowed every whimper and moan spilling from my lips. His hips didn’t slow at all, they grew relentless, each thrust deeper, harder like he couldn't get enough.

He only broke the kiss when his hips jerked forward with a particularly rough snap and his body tensed like a bowstring drawn too tight. A strangled sound escaped him, half-growl, half-moan, and I felt it… the way his cock throbbed and thickened inside me. He was close. So close.

No sooner had the thought crossed my mind than he let out a choked gasp against my lips then he was coming hard. Hot pulses that filled me as his cock twitched deep within me. Each spurt made him shudder violently and let out these quiet, broken noises that sounded almost pained.

I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close and running my fingers through his hair and along the tips of his ears as he came down from the high. The weight of his body pressing into mine was warm and heavy… a living blanket that smelled like pine and sweat and mine.

For several long moments we stayed like that: tangled together on the forest floor where he was most comfortable with moonlight filtering through the leaves above us until his breathing evened out and the tension eased until he was pliant in my arms.

His head moved to rest on my shoulder, one ear twitching occasionally against my cheek as the night sounds returned—the rustle of leaves in the breeze, the distant hoot of an owl or the call of a wolf somewhere in the distance.

He didn’t pull away or get up immediately like I half-expected him to, instead he nuzzled gently into my shoulder before pressing a kiss right over my heartbeat. Then another near it. And another along the curve of my collarbone. Each one tender… quiet affection that spoke volumes.

One hand lazily traced small circles on my hip while his tail unfurled slightly behind him and curled loosely around my calf like an unconscious claim: mine.

And I was… totally and undeniably his.

The Boyfriend (Part 1)

Note: I have decided to put a hold on working on my WIP's until something is done about returning Valko to his girlies. I will continue to post Netherlord & Tattoos & Tequila (Valko appears in the chapter I will post Wednesday) since those are already finished. Keep up the fight but remember to take care of yourselves!