#valko fic

“Should’ve scented you better.”

Through the overwhelming pleasure conquering every single ability you had to form a single thought, Valko’s voice rang out, breathless and rough.

The sound of skin meeting echoed throughout his at-home office, his hips forcefully causing the fat of your ass to ripple with every thrust. 

The moment the front door shut behind you, his hands made quick work of your clothes, a trail of ripped clothing leading to his den, his frustration preventing him from even making it to the privacy of your shared bedroom before he had you bent over his desk.

“Nearly tore open his throat when I saw his filthy hands touch you.” 

You grimaced at the picture that flashed through your mind. Now was not the time to talk about such gore, but Valko didn’t even seem to flinch, his pace just as unbothered as he was. 

“But I knew you wouldn’t like that. Too soft to even hurt a fly, aren’t ya’, pup?”

Your fingers curled over the edge of the desk, your nodding barely noticeable from all the movement that was going on. You wouldn’t try to speak as Valko could prevent you from forming coherent sentences during moments like this. 

You nearly went cross-eyed, your saliva pooling under your cheek as it spilled from your parted lips as his tip was suddenly bullying your cervix. The bulge at the base of his cock was starting to swell, stretching your poor cunt even further. 

“Such a good, little puppy, coming to me as soon as that wannabe alpha touched you. At the very least I can-ah, fuck…your pussy’s milking the f-fuck outta my cock…” His words caught in his throat when your slick walls clenched around him, a glob of his seed spilling deep inside of you. “Shit, I…I can reward you for being a good girl, yeah?”

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” You spoke the same word like a mantra before catching your breath for a second to say something at least. “…been…so…good, f’you.”

“Yeah, such a good pup for her alpha…touch yourself, play with that pretty pussy, I don’t care. Just make yourself cum before I knot you.”

With a shaky hand, you slowly snuck a hand between your spread legs, your head dropping back onto the desk when your fingers played with your swollen clit. Your eyes fluttered shut and your mouth fell open to allow your moans to fill the warm room. The very sound caused a growl to erupt from deep within Valko’s heaving chest. 

“Atta girl, pup.”

The added pleasure had your juices dripping down your thighs, a creamy ring forming at the base of the alpha’s knot. 

The two of you could tell you were close, thighs shaking and walls fluttering around him, but something was missing.

Squeezing your ass, the fat spilling from between his fingers, he pulled your asscheeks apart. The sight of your untouched, ring of muscle has his tongue licking a canine, a groan coming from him at the thought of finally claiming all of your holes.

Still, you weren’t ready, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t play with it.

Pooling some saliva in his mouth, he allowed it to dribble onto the ring of muscle before spreading it around with his thumb. 

“V-Valko…don’t…”

“Oh, hush now, puppy. I won’t do anything you won’t like, so just relax and cover my dick with your sweet slick.”

A plethora of jumbled-up words slipped past your lips, your body warm and sweaty as the pleasure was becoming too much. Rubbing harsher circles onto your bundle of nerves, you squeaked when your entire body shook as you came. Your juices gushed out of you, down your thighs and onto the wooden floor and Valko’s shoes.

While you were still trembling and calling out to him, Valko came with a growl, his cock nestling deep inside of you as his knot swelled, locking you two together. You felt his weight press you down onto the desk as he curled himself over you, a hand coming to settle onto the back of your neck, his thumb rubbing smooth circles onto the skin.  

The two of you stayed like that for a moment, his spare hand running along the length of your thigh as he cooed, whispering sweet words as you came down from your high.

His refractory period always left you surprised, the beast of a man ready to go after a few minutes. Unfortunately, yours was much slower, but he didn’t mind if it meant he could remain buried inside of you.

With little hurry, he pushed himself off of you.

“With how pretty my puppy is, it’s understandable that there’ll be a few that wish to steal her from me.”

Out of breath and with limbs that felt like jelly, you couldn’t fight Valko as he lifted you off the desk, your naked back meeting his clothed figure as he placed your bare feet onto his shoes. He paid no mind as your added weight caused the leather of his expensive shoes to crease. You were grateful his arms were wrapped around your middle otherwise you would’ve faceplanted back onto the wood before you.

“No matter.” He began, only to pause, licking at the mark on your neck. He hummed at the taste of your blood covering every single taste bud. “I’ve no issue keeping you marked, fucked, and knotted if it means it’ll keep those pricks at bay.” 

"Oh, it's just a scratch. Don't worry about it!" you cheerfully said, lifting and swaying your hand. "How about you? Are you alright?" 

"Me? I am okay. Just had a minor sprain." 

The two of you were sitting on a bench outside Akso Hospital, enjoying the cool evening breeze after what had been a particularly exhausting mission.

"You really scared me back there," your friend admitted, ruffling your hair into a mess. "You threw yourself in front of me without thinking." 

"You give me too much credit. It's more of an instinct, not letting your friend get hit," you replied, fixing your messy hair. 

"Oh yeah. You've always been reckless." Your friend looked back to admire the night sky. 

"And you're the one to talk," you sarcastically replied. "Besides, you can't get too injured when you're going to get married in two months. After all, I promised your fiancée to bring you back in one piece." 

"That's true, though," he sighed. "Still, thank you. She and I are beyond grateful to you." 

Without much thought, he leaned and wrapped you in a brief hug. It felt warm, as if an older brother was giving you a hug. You froze only for a second before laughing softly and returning the embrace.

"Thanks, really. You're such a reliable li’l sister, you know." He said.

"I got you, homie." You nodded. 

The two of you smiled before a familiar voice called out from several feet away.

"... Baby?"

You instinctively turned toward the parking lot.

Valko had just stepped out of his car. His one hand rested against the car's open door, while the other was holding a paper bag from your favorite stuffed toy store. He'd clearly come in a hurry, his shirt slightly wrinkled from the drive.

His body stopped moving as soon as he saw you, then he noticed the man sitting beside you. His eyes widened slightly as you pulled away from the hug. 

He blinked once, and then twice, a heavy feeling of an unfamiliar unpleasantness sitting on his chest. He could not pinpoint what he felt, but he knew one thing. 

He did not like it. 

"Baby! You came," you happily ran towards him, your hunter friend walking behind you.

Valko's thoughts dissipated as he looked at you softly and smiled. However, his smile turned into a frown upon laying his eyes on your bruised palm. "You got hurt, baby."

"Meh! It's just a scratch." You wrapped your arms around his waist, where he used his one arm to hug you back.

There was a brief silence before your fellow hunter stood and extended a hand toward him.

"You must be Valko."

Valko looked at the male's hand for a split second before taking it.

"I'm Y/n's partner on today's mission," your friend said. 

"... Valko." Valko returned the handshake politely.

The hunter chuckled. "Ah. Valko. So you're Y/n's baby." 

Valko's eyebrow raised, looking at you. Your eyes widened in panic, giving your friend a sharp glare.

"Oh no. Well," you tried to explain.

"Yes. I am Y/n's baby," Valko interrupted, smiling smugly at the male.

"I have heard a lot about you," your friend said. "She talks about you 24/7—" 

"Ah uh!" You grabbed your friend by the arm and turned him around, pushing his back. "Alright! Enough chit-chat and let me enjoy my time with Valko." 

Your hunter friend waved his hand as he slowly walked back towards the hospital, leaving you and Valko. 

You turned around and saw Valko looking down, as if upset by something. 

"Baby?" You asked, walking towards him. You gently caressed his cheeks, making him look at you. "Is something wrong?" 

"Let's go home, please?" His eyes looked at you earnestly, and you could not help but worry.

"Baby— mhmp!" 

Your words dissolved into a muffled sound as Valko instantly claimed your lips in a desperate kiss. You heard the doorknob clunk as your back hit the wall. 

His tongue licked your lip, finding its way inside your mouth. His hand held your nape, pushing his tongue deeper inside, making you gasp for air, and grab onto his arms. His tongue twirled against yours voraciously, as if trying to dull your sense of taste and make you taste only like him.

Startled by his unusual demeanor, your eyes opened half-lidded, looking at his frantic eyes as he restlessly devoured you. Feeling worried, you wrapped your arms around his neck, your hands making their way towards his hair. You rubbed his hair gently, and in a second, he pulled away from you.

Your eyes locked with his as you both panted for air, chest rising heavily up and down. You caressed his flushed cheek, and your fingers traveled down his lower lip, parting it slightly. 

"Baby, did I do something to upset you?" You asked, your other hand brushing his cheeks softly. 

"The guy earlier... Why was he hugging you?" He asked, lowering his eyes, arms still wrapped around your waist. 

"He was just thanking me for saving his life." You poked his nose. "And besides, he's getting married in two months. I promised his fiancée that I'll help keep him safe in our missions." 

You felt the tension slightly ease from his shoulders as he nuzzled his cheek against your bandaged palm. "Okay, baby..." 

"Mhm. I am sorry for making you feel uneasy, baby." You tiptoed and placed a soft kiss on his forehead. "I'll go wash and—" 

As soon as you attempted to walk away, you felt him hold your wrist, making you turn your head back. 

"But baby, I can smell a little of his scent on you." He pressed his lips into a pout, brows knitting together as he stared at you with a sulky expression. 

Your mouth parted slightly, and you raised your shoulder a little, trying to smell yourself. "It must have been the perfume—"

You gasped as he buried his head against your neck and wrapped you in a tighter embrace. 

"Please, let me leave my scent on you instead..." He raised his head, meeting your eyes once again. His eyes exuded raw desperation, begging you to let him. 

Your heart fluttered, and your face reddened as you maintained eye contact. You smiled softly at him as you cupped his cheeks. "You're such a big dummy, do you know that?" 

You pressed your lips to his in a tender kiss, feeling him twitch slightly in surprise. However, within a second, he shifted his body, pressing himself deeper into your mouth. 

He grabbed you by the waist, lifting you as you straddled your legs around him. He used one arm to carry you, while his other hand held the back of your head, not wanting to pull away from the kiss. 

As soon as you reached the bedroom, he placed you on the bed gently. You broke away from the kiss, your saliva slowly disconnecting from his. 

He tucked his face into the curve of your neck as he tossed away his suit, followed by his tie. He bit into the sharp lines of your jaw as he threw his dress shirt across the room. 

He then pressed his lips against your neck, sucking on it, eliciting a moan from you. 

"Baby..." he whispered against your neck. 

His hand traveled from your waist to your uniform, removing the utility belt. Eager to feel his touch, you immediately removed your vest and your shirt, hurling them towards the floor. 

Cool air brushed your skin as you took off your uniform. Feeling your bare skin against his, his hand traveled to your bra. He pushed his hand beneath, squeezing your left breast softly. 

You moaned against the stimulation, raising your head a little. His lips trailed wet kisses towards your collarbone, and in just a second, you felt his teeth digging against your skin. 

"Hngh, Valko..."

Suddenly, his hands traveled on your back, ripping your bra after failing an attempt to unhook it. Without care, he threw it into the air, making you gasp. 

His eyes eyed your nipples with thirst and hunger, as if they were the most delectable thing he had ever seen. In an instant, he sucked your right nipple as his left hand was busy groping your left breast. 

"Ah—!" you breathed, feeling his tongue circling your bud. Feeling satisfied by the trail of his kisses, he moved to your left nipple. 

You gazed at him and saw his amused expression as he stared at the red marks all over your chest. 

"Baby," he lifted his head, looking at you with a childish smile. "Can you see this? My little red marks are on your chest. It's so cute." 

Feeling the heat creep up on your cheeks, you covered your face with your palm. "Valko, please don't look at me like that." 

Valko's breath hitched, taking your palm off your face. "Baby, don't use your hand too much. It's not yet healed," he scolded.

You chuckled, but your laughter was interrupted when you felt him unbuckling your pants. He lowered them and stared at your black panties in awe. "Baby, why’re you so pretty down here, too?"  

Without letting you respond, he pushed aside your panties, burying his face in your wet folds. His tongue twirled against your hard clitoris, making you breathe out a low moan. 

"Oh— oh my god— Valko," you cried out. 

He smiled as he continued nibbling on the muscle, raising his head a little to see your reactions, feeling pleased with how your body was responding. 

Wanting to hear your lewd moans further, he pushed his one finger inside your wetness, his index finger pressing against your gummy walls.

"Ungh—!" Feeling the combination of immense stimulation build up in a coil on your stomach, you grab onto Valko's hair, trying to stop him. "Baby— w-wait— I'm going to—" 

He raised his head, giving your battered clit a few seconds of break. He licked his lips as some of your wetness trailed down from his cheek. "Please cum on me, baby. Wanna smell you all over." 

"Baby," you breathed, watching him waste no time and lower himself again. 

Suddenly, you felt two fingers stretch your insides, thrusting in and out, without letting your brain register what was happening. 

"Ah— fuck— hngh—" tears welled in your eyes as you tried to pull your body away, feeling your orgasm building up in your stomach. 

And as if your moan was a switch button on his head, he pulled your hips in place and slurped on your bud with so much vigor that you thought he was trying to suck you dry. 

With two fingers pressing against your insides, you clutched the bed sheet tightly as your juices exploded all over his face, as you felt your orgasm cloud your vision to stars. 

You panted, eyes off somewhere as you started to regain your consciousness. Your eyes landed on Valko, who was already unbuckling his pants, revealing his huge, painfully erect dick, eager to ram inside you. 

"Valko, wait... I just came, I'm still sensitive—"

Without letting you catch your breath, he pistoned himself hard in your arousal, letting out a satisfied moan, as if he's been starving for your pussy. 

"AHH—!" you screamed, feeling his tip hit your cervix in one push, making you squirt once again. 

He lowered his head, biting your neck. "Mmm... So good, baby. Your li’l pussy is so cute..."  

You could only let out incoherent moans as he snapped his hips forward, ramming into you. You felt his huge dick desperately hitting your deepest parts, seemingly not wanting to part away from your pussy. 

Mind drifting from pleasure, your head lolled backwards, drool dripping from your mouth. 

"Hah— Need you to smell like me, baby." He pulled away and lifted your legs, placing them atop his shoulder, shifting his hips to angle them perfectly with your entrance. "Need you to smell like me for days."  

He pressed you down on a mating press, pushing his dick slowly and deeply that you could feel the veins on his girth reshaping your insides. 

"Hngh... I can't, s’ too deep," you sobbed, feeling another buildup in your stomach. 

"Fuck, pussy's so tight, baby."  His hips slammed forward without warning, his dick, hitting the deepest part of your gooey walls. 

Thwack, thwack, thwack.

The lewd sounds of his skin slapping against you engulfed the room. His hips rocked faster and faster relentlessly, so desperately trying to fuck his scent to you. While you, on the other hand, could only think of his cock hammering itself inside you, your brains begging him not to stop.

Small, mini-orgasms coated his cock, making him groan in pleasure, and in one thrust, he suddenly hit your g-spot, making you squeeeeze your walls so tight and dig your nails in his back. 

Feeling your wet walls clamp on him so tightly, Valko's jaw clenched, biting onto your shoulder. "Shit, baby, you're making me cum," he groaned. 

"Yes, yes, yes," you deliriously responded, unconsciously lifting your hips and thrusting them against him. Oh, you absolutely loved the idea of him ejaculating inside you.

"Agh—"  

In one forceful thrust, he thrusted into you so deep, smacking the orgasm out for your gut, making your hips jerk upwards as you scream in pleasure. As he felt your juices soak his dick wet, he rutted himself with a deep thrust, splurting his warm ropes of cum inside you. 

Your body instantly fell flat on the bed, slowly feeling your clouded mind come back to its senses. 

However, you felt your body being lifted and turned around, your stomach now pressing against the sheets.

Your body jolted, seeing Valko crawling towards you, his length still hard, as if he had not come just a few seconds ago. "H-huh? Baby, aren't we done?" 

"Nope! Now that you smell like me, we have to make sure my scent never leaves you, right?" He asked, eyes sparkling innocently. 

All you could do was stare at him in disbelief.

Hours after hours, his animalistic stamina kept him rutting inside you like there was no tomorrow, until your belly was nothing but full of his cum. You, on the other hand, ended up as a squirting mess for how many times, you could no longer count.

"Baby, did I overdo it?" he asked, massaging your arms as he tucked the covers over your naked body. "I'm sorry." His eyes drooped as he caressed your bandaged palm, placing a soft kiss on it.

"Mmm... no need to apologize, baby. I am alright." You replied. 

But oh, you were totally ruined, with those red bite marks scattered in your body, and not to mention that you could no longer lift a finger. The only thing that wore off the exhaustion in your body was his fragrant scent lingering in the air.

Now you have to call Tara and tell her that you won't be coming to work because you could barely move after the mission.

a/n: i grieve for valko so badly that it hurts to write this even if it is a smut. additionally, sorry if my smut writing skills are so bad, this is my first time writing a full smut. i was debating whether to cut the smut or write it full, but i decided to take the challenge in writing it whole. and yes :') no smuts for a while because we will focus on angstylicious fics after this. i will be making a masterlist after this post.

He halts behind a yew sapling, ears perking up when he catches it. Hind leg scraping into the forest floor, as if readying himself to lunge. Internally, Valko snaps in warning; you know better.

His wolf obeys but pushes a sigh through his nose, sick of the way Valko's been getting between him and his target every time he takes their body.

They lie in wait as the group of humans congregate and idle, his wolf's sensitive ears painting the scene on their eyes' behalf. Conversation quieting, the metallic rattle of a chain-link gate, rusty hinges protesting as it clangs open and shut, their collective disturbance slowly swallowed into the seclusion of the No Hunt Zone until it's silent.

His wolf holds their body still for a heartbeat, two. His eyes narrow into a sniper-like scope when his target appears next to the van, figure outlined by moonlight.

Without any obstructions, the scent swells, strengthens. Growing teeth that sink deep into his coat, standing the fur on his body straight up until his hackles raise and his muscles tighten.

Piercing yellow eyes never veer from the lone figure as Valko's wolf skulks toward them. He pads soundlessly across the forest floor until his body is flush with the van. The human, none the wiser, now merely feet away, fixated on the device on their wrist.

This close, the scent's become overwhelming. It thrums through the air like a magnetic field, tuning everything out except for bone-deep, primal chant of mine, mine, mine that even Valko isn't immune to anymore.

His wolf takes one step closer, another, then another, and all-too-late Valko realizes that maybe this isn't the best way to–

"Stop."

The command bombards him with a swarm of realizations, ricocheting between man and wolf like agitated molecules in a heated chamber: how did you know that they'd been– scent; you were totally spying, sneaky little hellion– mine; buddy, there's a gun pointed at our– mate, mate, mate.

That last word is expressed aloud through a deep growl of frustration. Frustration over the distance between you, over Valko holding him back, and over everything else that's standing in front of this wolf and his newly found mate – including the gun in your hands.

You startle at the sound, but your arm never wavers. "Don't. Move."

That's it, sweetheart, Valko thinks. Don't let this big lug push you around.

But for the first time since he was a rowdy pup learning how to shift, Valko is unsure of his wolf.

Not that he'd hurt you, never that, no wolf would ever hurt their mate. But you're a human and he's still a wolf. An onyx-coloured beast with mahogany markings, as large as the vehicle parked next to him. Who's being kept away from his mate. Who might not be mindful of your boundaries, or his strength, when it comes to having you to himself.

Before Valko can react, find a way to forcibly take back their body, his wolf sits, tilts his head – and whines. A 200-pound apex predator who cowers to no one, feared by humans and creatures alike, whining.

Nothing about your stance changes, but a curious, considering light slightly softens your gaze as you continue to stare at Valko's wolf. He stares back and slowly rises. Places a paw forward. Another when you don't react, as if he's trying to act casual.

Your brow furrows and your head tilts to your right, a hesitant glimmer of recognition flitting over your face. His wolf halts, snout just a handful of inches away from you, calm and attentive on the outside. On the inside, he's impatient as hell. Visions of him rubbing his nose into your skin and leaving his scent all over you project as a constant loop in Valko's mind and all he can think is: please don't embarrass us.

Completely ignoring him, his wolf sends a low rumble through his chest, a sound used to soothe newborn pups. And though the fear doesn't smell as acrid and acute as it did just a few moments ago, neither Valko nor his wolf like that it's still present.

Cautious about closing anymore distance, he lowers himself to his haunches until he's below your eye level, noting the size of your pupils as you take his features in, the loosening grip on your gun, the dawning realization.

"Valko?" You ask, incredulous, accusing. And yeah, maybe a little more annoyed than he'd been hoping for. "Oh god, tell me you didn't–"

At the sound of their name, Valko's wolf lunges forward without warning, headbutting the gun out of your hand and burying his nose in it, snuffling and licking and nuzzling.

You yelp and your fear skyrockets just as fast as it retreats, smothered by a relieved, hysterical laugh that has his wolf smug for all of five seconds before you snatch your hand away.

"I can't believe you– When I said 'you' shouldn't have anything to do with this mission, I meant every version of you." The biting tone does nothing to wipe the charmed smile from your face as you wipe your hand on the back of your jeans. "Ugh gross, your nose is all wet."

He takes that as an invitation, pressing forward again, nudging into your hip, chasing the hand you're keeping from him behind your back.

Valko would like to roll his eyes at his wolf, at this lovestruck, downright pathetic behaviour he'd quite frankly never seen him display – at least, not since he was a yearling still being carted around by his mother. But with one small whiff of your delicious, intoxicating scent, he instantly gets it.

"I told you I'd find a way to bring whatever we find to your research facility," you say, voice clipped and low. "Do you not trust me?"

His wolf butts his snout into your stomach when you cast a quick glance at the gate behind you, affronted at your divided attention. Finally, you peer into Valko's eyes and sigh. "Can you even understand me?"

Hunter and wolf stare at each other for a moment, the rapid whoosh of a tail the only sound in the clearing. When too much time passes he whines again, to Valko's chagrin. Like a damn puppy.

"I'll take that as a no." you giggle.

You tentatively offer him your palm and he finally dives in, rubbing and licking as he circles you. Covering you in his scent. Covering himself in yours. Valko and his wolf love your taste, like flaky salt and pine sap. Like warm sunrises and crisp leaves. Like sweet and warm and home.

Valko raises a brow as his wolf chuffs and noses and yips like the attention-whore he is.

"Shh, you have to be quiet," you command, finally giving in and scraping your nails across the fur behind his ear.

His body melts beneath your touch until he's a puddle of fur at your feet, belly flashing, tongue lolling.

Dude, Valko projects in mortification, where's your dignity?

Unfortunately for them both, that's the last thing on his wolf's mind when your nails move to scrape beneath his chin.

Mate. He thinks back, in a tone equivalent to "duh."

Valko's wolf growls playfully when you glance at gate behind you again, mouthing at the rubber sole of your boots, wanting all your attention. An indulgent grin curls your lips, and you lower to a crouch to reach him better.

"You certainly act like him," you note with a murmur. His wolf shuffles forward with his hind legs, draping himself across your lap in a way that has you chuckling. "Exactly like him, actually."

"Big puppy eyes. All up in my business. Hyperactive as hell." He paws at your stomach a few times and you snort as you grab it and move it away. Valko's wolf chuffs in indignation, sticking his whole snout under your arm in a wordless demand. "Bossy."

You sigh, sinking your fingers into his pelt, scratching a spot along his flank that sends his tail thudding happily into the ground. "As if dealing with one of you wasn't enough."

Your hand travels lower, the softness of your breasts pressing into him when you reach deeper into his undercoat. His wolf's muzzle noses into the crotch of your jeans, resting at the apex of your thighs so he can breathe in your pussy, where your scent is the strongest.

"You're so big," you murmur, staring down at the way his head covers both of your thighs, the way they strain to hold up his weight. Your other hand nestles into the space between his ears. "And soft."

Valko and his wolf both snort. There's nothing soft about him right now. As it is, his wolf can barely contain himself from rutting into your thigh. And if he had their body, his cock would probably be leaking from how painfully hard he'd be.

Still, Valko warns him: behave.

And yet underneath the instinctual urge to breed his mate, even Valko can see there's an unfamiliar sensation of levity, of joy that his wolf is feeling. Valko's never really gotten this from him before. Aggression, irritation, sure. But, never this carefree sort of happiness.

"Look at these mitts of yours," you tease, pressing the softness of your palm to the rough pads of his paw with a wide smile.

And maybe Valko would too if he was an outsider looking in. Stumbling upon a massive beast on its back, snuggling a human a fraction of its size on the outskirts of one of the most dangerous areas of Linkon would be a sight.

Usually when Valko's wolf has their body, his mind isn't really present. He processes and documents everything that happens, but it's like his consciousness is disconnected. In the passenger seat, along for the ride.

He's anything but disconnected right now. And he's completely in awe of how differently his wolf is behaving. Wanting your attention, but not pushing. Horny, but deferring the urge.

Is this what meeting your mate does to you?

His wolf huffs in an absentminded reply as he plasters himself to your lower abdomen, your womb – my mate will grow our young – and Valko would be damned if that response wasn't as condescending as hell.

"Hey, what're you doing?" He's moving around now, getting more playful, and probably not watching his strength as much as he should as he rests his paws on your chest to lap at your cheek, judging by the way your arm darts behind you to brace your weight. His tongue darts out again, over your lips this time.

Valko freezes when you squeal and thump the side of his muzzle. "Stop."

But Valko's wolf doesnt even snarl. Instead, he settles back onto his paws, resting his head between them, glancing up with a remorseful whine in his throat.

When you roll your eyes and reach back out to pet him, he lurches forward and laps at your cheek again, making you giggle softly. "You're like a giant puppy."

A rustle stirs one of the bushes nearby, snapping both your heads toward the sound.

His ears flick once before he turns back to you, smelling nothing more than a squirrel darting around. But your attention stays fixed on the shadows, moving from the forest to the chain-link fence.

"It's probably not much longer 'til my team comes back," you murmur. You turn to face Valko and smooth your hands over his sides once more. "You have to get out of here, big guy."

He gusts out another whine deep in his throat, this one smaller, more pitiful. The bastard's begging.

"Go on," you urge in a low voice when he doesn't move, waving your arm toward the forest. "You can't be here when they come back."

He tries another tactic. Lowers his head to catch the leather of your belt in his teeth, gives his head a little shake in defiance.

You thump your hand over his snout with a stern, "No."

His ears flatten, and he answers with an indignant huff.

If Valko could pinch the bridge of his nose he would. C'mon man, pull yourself together.

"Sit." His wolf hesitates for only a moment before lowering his behind to the ground.

Unfortunately, even when he's sitting, his head remains above your eye-level, leaving you to rise to your toes in order to place your palms on either side of his snout.

"It was nice to meet you, big guy," you murmur. "Tell Valko I'll come and find him after this, okay?"

His ears flick at the sound of his name, but the only answer he gives you is a low, mournful whine.

"And..." Your fingers curl gently into his fur. "Deliver this for me."

You tug his snout down just enough to meet him halfway, pressing your lips to the soft velvet of the peach fuzz between his eyes and nose.

Valko and his wolf still, their heartbeats escalating as one in response to open affection from their mate.

Then, as if deciding he needs the final word, his wolf takes one last lick beneath your chin. Smug when the soft sound of your laughter becomes the last thing he hears as he finally, reluctantly, trots away.

Valko is more grateful than he wants to admit that his wolf finally listens. He's going to need every second he can get before he sees you again. To regain his control before he meets you back at the facility. To pretend his harebrained scheme to have his wolf meet his mate, feel your touch, hear your laughter, and taste your skin, hasn't completely unraveled him.

Because if your scent had been intoxicating, the taste of you is downright dangerous.

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NOTE: Just an excuse to write about Valko in his wolf form and use one direction lyrics as a fic name xoxo