#wolf chan

“He didn’t tell you where he was going?” she asked you, stepping over a patch of moss. 

Clinging to her sweatshirt, both of your hoods up, you shrugged and hopped over a puddle, taking her with you. “Nope. He usually does, if he’s got work or something, but he disappeared. Didn’t even stop at the corner of Wattz and Fallon’s.”

Pouting, she gave you a glance, her glittery eyeshadow gleaming in the warm glow of the ancient street lights. “He always stops.”

Copying her face, you mumbled, “I know. He always stops.”

“Maybe,” she sang, swinging your arm around, skipping a few times, “He’s surprising you.”

A gentle roll of your eyes made her giggle. “Cute, but he’s not surprising me,” you said, looking up at the grey, almost black sky. “Something’s up.”

Yuna’s curious eyes followed yours, squinting at the abyss that lived above you. “Like what, has he been okay?”

“I think so,” you sighed, scouring the sky. Letting go of her, you spun around and walked backwards, eyes pointed up. “He would tell me, though. He’s always told me.”

Burying her hands in the pocket on her front, she asked, “Told you what?”

Furrowing your brows, you shook your head and turned around, hooking your arms together again. “Nothing. It’s nothing, he’s fine, he’ll call me.”

A gentle smile bled onto her cheeks. “He’ll call,” her voice lilted, a cutesy song, “He likes you.”

Groaning aloud, dramatically, you knocked into her side, nearly pushing her into the constant flood of water that flushed down the curbs of Jiangshi. “Let it go,” you muttered, “He said it once. We said it once.”

Yuna wiggled her brows, leaning into you, her lips almost grazing your cheek. “And you guys have been ignoring it since!” She jumped on her feet. “Get to it!”

Scoffing, you shot her a glare. “There is nothing to get to, Yuna. It’s… complicated.”

“How?” Bouncing her knees once, dragging her feet, she droned on, “You guys have known each other for so long, you’ve been friends for so long, you’ve both had feelings for so, so, so long, you should’ve never been just friends in the first place.”

“We’re just better this way,” you said quietly, looking back up into the clouds. 

She blinked at you, then tipped her chin backward. “What the hell are you looking at? It’s Jiangshi, it always looks the same. Dark, raining, miserable.” 

Tugging her closer to you, for warmth, for comfort, you averted your glare to the ground and shrugged loosely. “Nothing, just… looking for the moon.”

Pushing your apartment door open with your sneaker, you stepped in, flicked on the yellow lights that buzzed to life and flickered occasionally, and stripped yourself of your wet clothes. Shoes first, you kicked them off by the door, leaving them there to dry next to the other three pairs in your rotation of Jiangshi weather safe shoes. Pulling your hoodie off from the bottom, you turned the corner into your smaller bedroom and threw it in the hamper next to the bathroom door, doing the same to your jeans, slipping yourself into sweats to shield you from the Jiangshi cold. 

Pulling your hair back, your socked feet took you into the kitchen that ate up half of the space with the living room. Yanking open cabinets you pulled down a mug and some kind of tea your aunt sent you to the city with. She told you it helped ward off colds and different sicknesses one could catch from the dreary weather. It tasted good, though an acquired taste at first, cinnamoney, some peppermint, a bit of warm and cool all at once, a type of sensation that began to help you sleep after you became accustomed to it. It would knock you out all night, nothing could wake you up.

Turning the water on the stove, you leaned against the counter and folded your arms over your chest. Pictures lined your cabinets, polaroids, strips from photobooths, photos on printer paper, all full of friends, a few of you and your aunt, most of them you and Chris…

His wide, real, genuine smile, brighter than anything you’ve ever seen. The sunshine in Jiangshi. Your sunshine. You couldn’t help but smile too, every time he would. Even looking at the photos, you felt it in your cheeks. Comfort. A constant in your life that moved all the way out here with you, two people not knowing where the hell they were going in life, but knowing that they needed to do it together.

Jiangshi’s been good to you both, school rocked, you fell in love with your classes, your professors, but for Chris, it changed his life entirely. 

You knew him, deep down to his core, he’s never belonged anywhere more than he has in Jiangshi. Up in Iloa, a dry city full of stuck up assholes, you both found a place you belong here, but Chris, he found family. 

It was hard to not feel jealous, a lot of his time he used to spend with you, he now gave it to the friends he’s made, the family he’s found, and as much as you understood, as much as you knew he needed it, it hurt. 

Your constant became an every now and again. A ‘maybe I can, let me just see what Minho is doing…’. You became a filler in his life, someone he’d come to when everyone else was busy. 

You’ve met his friends, seven of them all with the same sharpness in their features, the puppy in their eyes, the literal warmth radiating off of their bodies– God, you’d hate to be stuck in close quarters with all of eight of them at once, testosterone aside, the body heat, you’d suffocate. You can hardly handle sitting too close to Chris on the couch.

They were a great group of guys, Chris has told how they’ve taken him in, how much they’ve taught him, the confidence they’ve fed him… He found his place. He found his pack. 

But, that used to be you.

You were his pack. Words spoken to you back home in Iloa under a new moon, embracing the utter calm before the storm.

The feelings were new, though they’ve been buried within both of you for years. Neither of you expressed feeling more until a month ago. In his car, parked down an alleyway in the rain, housing a pizza while the CD he burnt for you played on repeat in the background of your giggles and endless chatter. Somehow the pizza box ended up on the floor of the backseat, somehow you crawled over the console, somehow you wound up in his lap, and somehow, someway, he had kissed you.

It’s been weird since then.

That night, one that made you feel things you’ve never felt before, the look in his eyes, the flash of gold brand new to either of you, something he’s never done, or been able to do, something shifted.

Something changed.

And though he hasn’t been avoiding you, that night hasn’t ever been talked about since it happened, but he wasn’t exactly making an effort to see you.

Pouring the boiling water into a mug, tea leaves swirling in the ceramic before settling to the bottom, you hooked the handle around your fingers and started for the couch, tiptoeing, being oh, so careful to not spill a drop on the floor–

BAM! BAM! BAM!

You spilled more than a drop.

Leaping backward, tea splattering over the floor, body taking a screenshot, you nearly tossed the mug onto the counter, spilling even more tea over the linoleum. 

“What the fuck,” you grumbled, wiping your hands on your sweats, checking them for burns, unable to process what had just happened.

BAM! BAM! BAM!

Spinning around, eyes wide, your door shook with the force it was banged upon.

Doors didn’t open in Jiangshi, not after you were already inside. Once inside, you stayed inside. Anyone who came with you stayed inside as well, no strays allowed. 

“It’s me, let me in!” Except one. “Please,” his voice broke, his accent thicker than ever, and… was he slurring his words? “Fuck, I can’t…” The sound of him moved away from the door, the shuffling of his feet heard on the wood of the landing outside.

Stepping closer, you shouted, “Chris?”, and heard him gasp.

Then, the hair on your arms sprung straight up, a chill shot down your spine, and your ears were pierced by the disgusting sound of sharp nails on metal. Dragging. Digging. Carving their way into the doorframe. 

Covering your ears until he deemed himself satisfied, you grabbed onto the doorknob and held it tight, peering out of the viewer you could only see the top of his head. Wet, stringy blonde hair pushed backward, his head hanging forward, down, his shoulders rising and falling significantly, heaving air through his lungs. He looked like himself, just tired. And soaked.

Both hands were pressed to either side of the door, waiting. 

Patient.

And when he lifted his head, a shock shot through your nervous system.

Bright, burning golden eyes glowed in the dark of night, his sharp canines extended in both rows of gorgeous teeth, his lips parted, brows pulled together, distraught, somewhat hurt… Actually hurt. A gash on his bottom lip greeted you after his tongue swiped over it, red staining his teeth. On his arms, scratches upon scratches, not deep enough to worry, but enough to discipline. 

Your heart squeezed between your lungs. This has happened before, a fight with one of the guys, one he cowered away from after learning his place, where he stood, and he came to you, and you patched him up. You took care of him, and he slept on your couch, and he sipped that special tea.

That night his eyes didn’t glow. That night his canines weren’t growing, and retracting, and growing again, nor did he have the need to dig his nails into absolutely anything, they never even made an appearance even after his moans and groans in protest of the sting of you cleaning his wounds. 

“I can’t let you in,” you said softly, keeping your voice steady. 

Tilting his head sideways, squeezing his eyes shut, nose scrunching, he muttered a fast and quiet, “Yes-you-can.”

Glancing at the locks on your door, one on the handle and two security hooks inches above it, you moved slowly and latched them both, doing your utmost best to not make a sound. His nails creased the metal of the doorframe and your whole body cringed. Peering out at him, he tipped his head back and whined. More animal than anything. 

“Don’t, don’t,” he breathed, pushing from the door, digging his hands in his hair. His elbows were just as scuffed as the rest of him. His black t-shirt, filthy. His dark ripped denim jeans, filthy. “Don’t use those locks, let me in, please.”

“Chris, I can’t, you know that,” you said, your tone gentle.

His head tilted again, the other way, a sharp movement that made his eyes shut once more, like the sound of your voice triggered him. Watching him stagger backward, you can see that he’s more bulky than his usual form, his muscles bulged in his sleeves, his chest threatening to rip through the fabric. The curve in his back, the slightest hunch, the bend in his knees, ever so small, but there.

“What is happening, the moon isn’t full,” you said, and he winced, teeth baring, teetering forward, not in control of himself, slamming against the door, his claws digging into it. Jumping away at the force, you withheld the yelp in your throat, knowing that if he heard you, and you were scared, he’d never forgive himself. Leaning back into it, laying a hand over your chest, you peered through the viewer. “Where did you come from?”

He lifted his head. The glow of his eyes had gone back to normal, sweet caramel chocolate swirl a relief to see. Gasping for air, his teeth having not retracted just yet, he shook his head. “Minho’s,” he mumbled.

“Why did he hurt you?”

Chris clenched his jaw and swallowed, tightening his brow, humming to himself as gold began to course through his irises. “Mmm’he didn’t,” he mumbled, loosing a breath, some sort of smile gracing his pretty lips, a flash of Chris, your Chris. “I hurt him,” he admitted, trying to laugh, “I can’t… control this right now.”

Throat tightening, you took a breath. Minho. “So, he what? Set you free? Fought back, lost, set you loose on the city? Great leader you’ve got there.”

He growled.

Oops.

Teeth shooting out, eyes flashing red for all of two seconds, he threw both fists at the door and shouted. “Keep his name out of your mouth!”

“Chris!” Raising your voice although it shook, you shifted your hands to your belly, holding onto yourself tight.

A whine ripped through him, a pathetic gasp to follow. Face contorting in anguish, he collapsed onto the door, laying his cheek to it. “M’sorry,” he whispered, “I didn’t mean that, I can’t- I can’t-”

Pressing yourself to the door, you sighed. “Can’t control it, I know, it’s okay, Chris.”

Moving faster than humanly possible, he shot straight up, eyes aglow with gold. You heard his hands, his palms brush over the door, no nails to follow. Gaze darting around, searching, his brain logging things impossible to you, his nose scrunched and he groaned. 

“He sent me here.”

Your eyes went wide. “W-Who did? Minho?”

Chris swallowed, eyes narrowing, nose twitching with a frown of his lips. “Yeah,” he whispered, and you heard his hands move around the door. “There was nothing he could do for me.”

Appalled, you scoffed and tapped your fingers on the door. “And, there’s something here I can do for you?”

He looked directly at the viewer, startling you. “Yes,” he whispered. He blinked, the gold dimming. Slamming his palms on the door, he walked backward a few steps and shook his head. “No, what the fuck,” he mumbled to himself, dragging his hands through his hair and over his face. “No, no, no. Tell me to leave,” he said, walking back up to the door, “Tell me to leave, right now.”

“Chris, you’re hurt, and you’re not okay, I can’t just-”

He slammed his hands to the door, harder than ever, the vibrations moving through the metal, moving through you. “Tell me to leave! Now!” His scream, it should’ve scared you, should’ve been the red flag, but the gold of his eyes, the gold you saw that night in his car, on his lap, his hands on your waist, little space between you, between kisses…

You put the tip of your finger on one of the locks.

One little slide and it would come undone.

Chris tightened his jaw. “What are you doing?”

Incredible how you made no sound, yet he could hear you.

Golden eyes glanced into the viewer, glanced at you.

Pushing with your finger, you let the chain clang against the doorframe, and watched him berate with himself once more. Somewhere between man and wolf, his consciousness fist fighting for control and losing miserably. 

“Don’t. Don’t, please, don't," he mumbled as your finger moved on top of the second lock. “If I can smell you through the door, I won’t be able to… Don’t do it. Tell me to leave.”

Your whisper made him moan. “You won’t hurt me.”

His fists hit the metal. “That was before…”

“Before, what?” You slid the second lock open, and he sighed, his teeth sharpening, his eyes burning brighter, the sounds he made growing louder. 

“Don’t open the door,” he begged, “Please, I can’t… I won’t be able to stop. I know I said let me in, don’t listen to me. Do-not-listen-to-me.”

The last lock ticked, and he snapped. Eyes pointed at the handle, body on alert. So still it was as if anyone could walk by and not see him. 

You’ve never felt more like prey in your life.

But, why did it feel… good?

Twisting the handle, he didn’t move. He didn’t move until you pulled the door all the way open. He barely got a look at you before he curled into himself, pressing his hands to his face, over his eyes, over his nose. Collapsing backward, he fell against the doorframe and groaned so loud it rang in your ears.

“Chris,” you whispered, and he shot you a glare, clawing his hands at his sides, no nails in sight.

Eyes burning gold, he scrunched his nose and took a step into your apartment, slamming the door behind him. Large, bulky, strong. Much, much bigger than you. Though he looked himself, he most certainly was not himself. With one heavy step toward you, almost a charge, you leapt back some and he hurled himself into the kitchen. The dramatics. Throwing himself over a counter, burying his head in his hands, he groaned, body and muscles twitching, trying to move, his consciousness holding his own.

“...alone, leave it alone, can’t, can’t, can’t…not right…why’d he make me do this…smell, the smell…” 

You made out every other word of his grumbles. 

“Smell?” you questioned. “That’s the second time you’ve said that.”

Snapping his neck, he glared at you. Pure wolf. “You smell.”

Blinking, lips parted with an afterthought, you scoffed. “Excuse me?” Taking a hand to your hoodie, you lifted it to your nose. Soft lavender. “I changed when I got home. If anyone smells, it’s you, wet dog.”

He tried a smile, still bent over the counter. “That’s what you smell?” Rolling your eyes, you nodded. “Keep it that way,” he whispered.

“Why?”

“...Because.”

“Because, why?”

“Because I said so.”

“Because you said so?”

He pounded his fists into the counter, standing up to full height, shoulders rolling back, asserting every bit of dominance. “Just listen to me.”

Every muscle in your body that had tensed since he first knocked on the door had seemed to relax. “Okay,” you whispered, and he whined, collapsing back over the counter. “Chris, what’s happening?”

His nails sprung out, hands grasping the linoleum for stability. “Tell me… to leave,” he muttered into his beefy bicep, voice low, gravely.

“No, Chris, what the fuck, I am not telling you to leave, there is something wrong and I’d rather you be here with me, then out there-”

Pushing himself off the counter, he stumbled backward into the stove, clawing at his t-shirt. Breath ragged, he shook his head with vigor, his brows pleading with you in a language you didn’t understand. “You don’t have any idea what’s happening,” he grumbled. 

Glancing around your apartment, you held out your hands and let them fall to your thighs. “Do I look like I know?”

In three quick paces he was in front of you, looking down at you, centimeters from your face, body heat wrapping around your throat, your lungs, your middle, your core. Breathing through his nose, his golden eyes fluttered shut and he sighed, shakily, jaw squaring, body stiffening, throat contracting…

Turning away from you, he hurried a step into the living room and folded himself in half over your couch, more unintelligible moans and groans falling from his lips. 

“Chris,” you opened your hands once more, following behind him. Whirling around, he grabbed your wrists and yanked you into him, wedging you between him and the sofa. Towering above you, his thighs pressing into yours, broad chest impenetrable– you were stuck. “Chris.”

Taking your trembling voice for what it was, he rolled his eyes and huffed, leaning into you, lips brushing over the shell of your ear. “Your body,” he whispered, chills erupting down your arms, your legs, “Begs to be bred.”

Gasping, wriggling in his grasp, you cursed your legs for how they pressed together, for how your body seemed to react. He moved slow, pulling his lips, his hot breath from your ear and the expanse of your neck, looking down at you with warm glowing eyes. Alluring. 

Gazing up at him, his sharp features, you whispered, “I-I’m… I’m…”

 “Ovulating,” he spat through his teeth. His voice, broken, gritty. “Fertile.”

Sucking in a breath, a warmth spreading under your skin that had his chest heaving, you whispered, “And, you can, you can-”

He curled his lip, leaning into you. “Smell it.”

“Right,” you breathed, and he parted his lips to drink it in, a soft growl on his tongue, his eyes dropping to your mouth, “And… because you can… You want to-”

His eyes flickered to yours. “Fuck you.”

A barely there whimper fell out of you, and he started to smirk. “You’re in heat,” you stated, and he ran his tongue over his teeth, his canines, his consciousness slipping further and further away the longer he stood this close to you. Gulping, your own consciousness telling you to run from this, the pull of his gaze and the warmth of his body and the strength in his grip and the promise of receiving a piece of him you’ve wanted for oh, so long now…

“That’s why Minho sent you here,” you whispered. He didn’t bother to listen now, hearing you’ve got it all figured out, he stared at you, sized you up, a plan in his head he set in stone long ago written on his smug face. “You told him that-” “That I love you,” he whispered, a peek of him coming through, “Yeah, I did.”

“You lo…” The words cut off with a breath, your own breathing on manual now, and not because of the beast that was about to make you his dinner. Going limp in his hold, body weight falling onto his chest, you shook your head in tiny. “Chris… We said we’d go slow.”

He tilted his head to the side, a minute movement. You weren’t sure who spoke, or who you were speaking to, or if he could hear you clearly, if he could think clearly. “Can’t.”

His body wrapped around you, the heat, the persuasion of his eyes, everything else melted away.

“You don’t speak to me for like a month, and now you-”

Strong hands wrapped around your jaw, tipping you back. A flash of gold washed over you just before he brushed his nose over yours, his gaze falling to your lips. Warm air trickled from between his lips, down your neck, the blaze burning over your skin, down your chest, over your arms, your middle, between your legs, a brazen forest fire, uncontainable, one that twisted every thought with a devilish whisper of you want this…

Barely pursing his lips, he kissed you gently. A miniscule roll of his lips onto yours, entirely chaste, and you kissed him back just the same, a barely there push of lips against his. Inhaling deeply, a flutter in your heart, you took in the scent of something sweet, a soft flower, nothing too sharp like lavender, or poignant like rose, just, soft. 

Comfort. 

Allowing it to put your mind at ease, reminding yourself that this was Chris, the boy who spilled his feelings to you in a jumbled mess of words that half made sense, the boy who has always smelled this soft, the boy who has shown you his other side countless times and has never once ever hurt you… You stretched your arms over his chest, looping them around his neck, parting your lips to deepen what he’d been afraid of, sliding your tongue over his bottom lip– He ripped himself away from you.

All of your weight rested on him, when he jumped across the living room you had to catch yourself on the couch he’d been pressing you to. Sucking down air, startled by how he moved, breathless from how long he’d been kissing you, you whirled around and threw your hands out at your side. 

“No,” he snarled, resting his back against the wall across from where you stood. Digging his fingers through his hair, he couldn’t look at you. His body tried to charge for you, though. “No, it’s not happening.”

Resting your hands on the cushions, you pressed your fingers into them. Gulping, you drug your eyes up and down his form, over every bulging muscle, every heave of his chest as his mind and body went to war, the ragged breaths tearing through his full, plump pink lips delectable as ever, the obvious bulge in his jeans he couldn’t deny if he tried.

Every sigh made your skin crawl.

Every twitch of his hips pooled saliva over your tongue.

Every flash of gold he beguiled your eyes with soaked your panties.

He moved far from you, but you could still smell him.

Soft, fresh clean laundry, a clear spring day, the first gust of air stepping into an ice cream shoppe.

Your muscles tensed.

Squeezing your legs together, bending at the knees, you furrowed your brows and clawed at the couch cushions, the sound triggering him to snap his neck in your direction, eyes focused, ears pointed at the sound. From your fingers to your lustrous gaze he studied. He stood up straight, head cocking to the side ever so slightly. Curious.

Body on absolute fire, the need wedged within your thighs unbearable, humiliating, you clenched your jaw and watched as he attempted to retract his claws, his teeth.

But, his eyes, burning as bright as the need coursing through your veins, like your feelings fueled their glow, gave birth to their very existence, they knew you were empty.

You’ve never felt it more than in this very moment, unable to recall the last time you ever did feel it. 

Chris whispered with a scrunch of his nose, “I can smell you from here.”

“I can smell you, too,” you whispered back, and he raised a brow.

“No, you can’t.”

“Yes, I can.”

He took a steady breath. “Wet dog?”

Biting on your bottom lip, you blinked and gave him a smile. “Delicious.”

“Shit,” he sneered, spinning around, pressing his hands to his face. Prowling around the couch, tiptoeing behind him though he could hear every move you made, you smoothed your hands over the expanse of his back and trembled at the knees, something resembled a quiet whine slipping through your lips. “Don’t look at me anymore,” he said, then whispered, “Why did he tell me to come here?”

“Because I need you to fill me,” you breathed, and he shot straight up, hands pressing to the wall. 

Scent thicker behind him like this, every thought of what if dissipated, the only one left behind is that of a thought you kept for yourself late at night, what it would feel like to have your legs wrapped around his waist as he slipped inside of you. 

The sweetness grew tenfold. 

“Chris,” you whispered, wrapping your arms around his middle, clinging to his back, a mere koala hanging off of him.  

More than a want, more than a need, your body craved him.

Taking a hand from the wall, he placed it over yours on his chest. Heavy, hot, strong.  “It’s different,” he grumbled, shaking his head, letting it hang. “It won’t be me.”

“Yes, it will be,” you begged, pushing yourself against him. 

Holding onto your hands, he turned and pressed his backside to the wall, tugging you into him. Nose to nose, he thinned his lips and shook his head. “You’re already close to halfway gone. Do you hear yourself? This isn’t you, it’s the-” 

Gold pulsed in his irises as you clenched around nothing, his voice tickling your skin.

Snapping his mouth shut, he groaned to himself, attempting a deep breath. Leaning into you, his lips close to yours that you tried to catch and he wouldn’t let you, he whispered, “If I start, I won’t be able to stop.”

“That’s fine, that’s-”

He spat, “At all. Until I’m done, until my body is satisfied, until it knows you’re…”

The breath that pushed through your lips made him break his gaze, glaring elsewhere in the room. 

“Bred,” you whispered. His breathing grew heavier, every exhale waltzing with a soft grunt that made you want to shove your hand in your pants. “This never happened before, why now?”

Chris’s throat tightened, his hands tensing around you. Shrugging, he mustered up the courage to look at you with a heavy sigh, “Because, it clicked. We’re it.”

Lips tipping up, you slid your hands down his front. “No shit, I can feel it.”

Catching your wrists before they slid too far, he groaned and pulled them up to his chest. “I can tell.”

“And now you have to give me a baby,” you whispered.

Throwing his head back, he just about roared, his groan echoing against your walls, gold eyes shining brighter than they have all night. Gripping your wrists with a vengeance, he peered down at you, gold like a siren song luring you into bed. “You tell me to leave, we can get through this. Let me go, and we’ll-”

“No.”

He flashed you all of his teeth, his canines, and glared at you. “No?” 

Narrowing your eyes, lowering your brows, trying to hold onto him as tightly as he held onto you, you said it again with a snap of your jaw. “No!”

Grunting, he pushed off of the wall and towered over you, walking you backward through your living room. “Did you hear me? What I said?” Excitement flooded your senses, sugary sweets lingered in the air, his heat fogged your windows. He paused in the doorway of your bedroom. “If I start… I won’t be able to stop.”

You wanted him everywhere, his size, his teeth, his strength. Sideways, in your bed, over the back of your sofa, on the kitchen counter, naked, sweaty and making a mess of each other, unable to get enough, utterly famished, and you needed him to pump you full, milking himself dry, as many times as it’d take, you were his to ruin, to claim. 

Your body gave you away, it was as if he could read every thought.

“You don’t know what you’re asking me to do,” he whispered, voice quiet. He knew he’d lost. 

You needed him inside of you yesterday. Pressing your thighs together, smiling as his nose twitched, you rose to your tiptoes and brushed your lips over his cheek. “But, you do.”

Wrenching his eyes shut, he grasped the doorframe. Breathless, he admitted, “I don’t wanna hurt you.” 

“You won’t,” you whispered, kissing his cheek, dancing a hand over his chest and thundering heart. “You could never hurt me. I know you won’t. I want you.” He opened his golden eyes to your innocent smile. “Please?”

Arms engulfing you, he picked you up effortlessly, tossing you back onto your bed made with a plush grey comforter and about a hundred pillows. Through a laugh, you bounced on the mattress and sat up on your elbows, reaching one hand out for him to grab, but he opted for your ankles. In the dark, his eyes burned bright, his expression turning from one you knew to one that pierced through you, into you, deep.

Pulling you toward him by the ankles, you giggled and hummed as your hips met, circling yours against him, grinding into him. He laid over you, his feet firm on the floor, taking your forearms in his, laying you backward on the bed, pinning you down. Jaw clenched tight, he stared at you, his breath shallow and quiet. Nose just grazing your skin, he moved with caution, sizing you up, gaze eating you alive and examining you like he wasn’t sure you were good enough.

Breath tickled your neck, his nose and his chin nudging you gently, a predator stalking his prey. 

In the quiet of your bedroom his soft grunts of contentment rendered your brain dizzy, every release like he pushed a finger inside of you, bringing you closer to the edge without even touching you. His tongue drug up the side of your neck, the faintest touch, tasting you, his groan melting into one of your own, a heavy breath caught between your bodies. Aside from his hands, his hips pressing into yours, he didn’t touch you, but his teeth did, soon after his tongue teased beneath your ear.

Arching into his chest, sucking in a breath, the tips of his canines drug over your neck, Chris pressing them into your skin below your chin, his entire jaw almost locking around your throat. If he finished shifting, he’d fit your neck between his teeth easily, too easily. Even now he’d be able to rip into it, his fangs seemed to grow sharper the longer he toyed with you.

Your shaky breath startled him, the push of air making him cower backward, his head dropping and his shoulders rising, his hands pressing yours further into the mattress. His shoulders had widened some, his form larger, every muscle bulkier, thicker, veinier. You could feel the claws on his fingers digging into your arms, just as sharp as his teeth that now poked out over his pink lip.

The final form before the last.

Exhaling through his nose, the breath heavy and hot, his glowing eyes stared into yours. 

He didn’t blink. 

He didn’t move.

An apex predator.

One as smart as he was strong, as beautiful as he was rough.

He could kill you, right now, and he’d make it quick, a simple task for a monster of his size, his intelligence, but as his golden eyes finally blinked, and cotton candy wafted through the air, the sturdy jaw that’s clamped down and ripped through a plethora of nothings you care to remember, it softened. His lips parted, and both sets of teeth poked through, a gentle growl sneaking out of the depths of him.

Your heart pounded in your chest, your breath shook with every sigh, your hips desperately ground against his. Lifting your head, coming nose to nose, you whispered, “Chris?”

Grizzly breath poured over you, your man now more creature than ever. Voice rough, scratchy, so deep that it vibrated inside of you, he forced the words out of himself. “M’still here.”

“Good,” you whispered, brushing your nose side to side over his. “I’m-”

He pushed down on your arms, knocking you back on bed. Throwing his head down to your chest, his back curved and he groaned, loud, you’re certain you heard a crack. 

Gasping, you squeezed your eyes shut and turned your head away. 

This was it.

Panting, a whine escaping with every breath, you attempted to melt into the mattress, unable to even contemplate how you were going to get out of here. “No,” you whispered, listening to him groan, listening to him try to fight it. You’ve been through this before, you’ve both tried everything, there was no fighting it. “Don’t, Christopher, please,” you babbled, shaking your head, “Don’t. It’s me… it’s me. You won’t hurt me, you won’t, you love me. I love you, you can’t…”

He’d stopped moving. When, you weren’t sure. 

Shutting yourself up, you held your breath and opened your eyes, looking down at him. Back still curved, eyes still golden, teeth pointed, he stared at you through his lashes, laying over your belly, watching you. You didn’t dare to say more, nor did you think to move. His glare had softened, his breathing evened out, the shift was incomplete physically, still somewhat man, but the way his eyes darted back and forth between yours, to your lips, back to your eyes…

He’d gone feral mentally.

And he moved with the pace and strength of an animal.

Letting go of your arms, he grabbed the waist of your sweats and pulled, ripping them to shreds and throwing them to the floor. Holding your breath as he climbed onto the bed and crawled over you, two sizes too big, you laid flat on the mattress, eyes wide as he grabbed the collar of your hoodie and pulled, lifting you with it, ripping the cotton off your body like he was shredding mere paper. 

Letting you flop back on your comforter, he crawled a little higher, his thighs straddling your shoulders. Reaching between his legs, he hooked his hands under your arms and pulled you up to your pillows, his thighs now caging yours to the bed. Like a ragdoll he moved you, you were certain he could move mountains in this state. 

Quiet sounds left him, ones mixing with the power of your breaths with each of his movements, his purrs curious, and satisfied thus far with himself. Wrapping a hand around your throat, he didn’t press, but he tipped your chin upward, meeting your eyes with a small smile, sitting on top of you tall, too big, intimidating. 

You wanted him to crush you.

If everything else got bigger…

“You wanted to get fucked,” he grumbled, tilting your head side to side. “Naked under all that?”

A quiet whine slipped from your throat, making him wince. “I-I was home for the night, I didn’t…”

He pushed your chin back further with the back of his hand, his fingertips pressing to the sides, dizzying your head further. “I don’t wanna hear it. You were aroused when I showed up,” he growled, dropping down on top of you, his lips ghosting yours, “Were you gonna touch yourself tonight?”

Trying to breath, your airflow restricted, gazing up into his golden glow, you whined, and nodded.

He smirked. “You do almost every night, don’t you?” Dipping his tongue out, he licked the seam of your lips, huffing as you nodded again, trembling under his grasp. “I know you do,” he whispered, and your eyes went wide, your brows flipping over. “So cute,” he grumbled, fingers squeezing your neck. “You forget I can smell you, when you’re horny, when you’re ovulating, when you’re bleeding, when you’re desperate for someone to take care of you, don’t think I don’t know what you think about when you’re making yourself cum on your fingers.”

Writhing beneath him, you whispered, “You.”

Chris grinned, dimples blessing his cheeks, canines pressing into his lips. “Acting all innocent when you meet me in the morning like you weren’t imagining me on top of you while you were three knuckles deep the night before.” He nodded behind you. “Moaning my name into these pillows? Huh?” He smirked and drug his tongue over your jaw. “Can’t let the neighbors hear you, yeah?” 

“Chris, I-”

He didn’t let you finish. Straightening his brow, he released your neck and reached between his legs for your hips, pulling you out from under him. Sitting on his knees, he scooped his hands under yours and pushed you backward before he gripped your thighs and lifted you onto him. Gripping the sheets, nearly shouting his name, you looked up at him from the pillows and whimpered. He had you bent in half with your feet locked behind his neck over his wide shoulders and his head between your legs, holding you up with his body. 

Fingers pressing into the curve of your thigh, the dip of your hips, the round of your ass, he fluttered his eyes shut and took a long breath, an inhale of pleasure and a warm exhale of power over your slick, your body shaking in his hold. 

Tightening around nothing, a plea, a beg for him to give you something, you pushed your head backward, grabbed fistfuls of sheets, screwed your eyes shut and shouted, barely recognizing yourself, “Chris, please, give it to me!”

You’re met with gold for but a second before his tongue dips into you and your eyes roll back, your toes curling. 

Finally.

Whining as his warm muscle drug through your arousal, you gasped as he clamped you down to his chest and abused your clit. Tongue swirling, flicking, teasing, lips smacking, pulling, sucking, teeth nudging, never hurting– he moaned into you, golden eyes admiring you falling apart at his mercy, his cock growing harder with every cry of his name. Plunging his tongue into your entrance, he took one thumb to your clit and pressed, and twisted, and pressed again, tongue fucking you, every smack, every squelch, disgusting… It brought you closer. You’ve never been sprung so close to orgasm so fast, ever.

Sappy sweet wrapped around you, warped your mind, furthered the ecstasy pulsing through you, the heat searing through and out of your body. Chris, nothing but Chris, you couldn’t think of anything else, the world washed away with the rain pelting your windows, you couldn’t hear any of it, the wind, the howls outside, all that was left– Chris, his whimpers of pleasure, his thrusts against your back, his cock, heavy and full of cum that you needed inside of you…

His to use, his to fill, his to breed.

You were his. The gold in his eyes spoke to you, telling you exactly that. You were his. You’d never need anyone else ever again, he was yours. 

Thrashing against him, impetuous wails filling the air, wracking the walls, this wasn’t supposed to feel this good. You could stay here forever, bent upward, pinned to his chest while his tongue made love to your pussy and his cock speared you in the back.

“Don’t stop,” you gasped, reaching to grab onto his thighs, your nails digging into his muscle. “Chris, god, please, don’t stop, M’gonna cum!” 

Circling your hips, grinding on his tongue, he growled and your body went still. Blinking up at him, he wrapped both arms around your thighs and pulled you tighter to him, baring his teeth, eyes pointed. Tongue pressing to your clit, he leaned over you, pushing you into the mattress as he furthered his assault, working faster, quicker, moaning louder, listening to you, and then, one of his hands dropped to your throat.

Fingers squeezing the sides, you went silent, lips parting, a breath caught in your lungs. Going dizzy, every thought fuzzy, the only whispered mantra falling from your lips Chris, chris, chris… Hips pressing up against him, vision searing white, you arched off of his chest and cried. Thighs closing him in, you shook violently, and he kept going.

Reaching up for him, fingers tangling in his hair, you tried to push him off, but the glare he shot down to you sent you retreating. Trembling, your entire body vibrating, the sounds that came out of you were pathetic, embarrassing, you couldn’t take it, it was too much, he needed to stop, your walls were tightening, your second orgasm stared you in the face, and he needed to get inside of you.

You said it all out loud, a mess of words strung together in some form of incoherent babbles that made him snicker. 

“You don’t even know what you want,” he grumbled, holding onto your thighs as he moved backward and dropped you down to the mattress. He reached behind him for the collar of his shirt and pulled it off of himself, his hair a mess on top of his head. Crawling backward on top of the pillows, you pulled your knees into your chest and watched him, your bottom lip lodging between your teeth.

Shaking, aftershocks like waves washing through you, you tried to take deep breaths.

For what, you weren’t sure.

Chris unfasted his pants and pushed them down his hips, tight boxers escaping as well, his thick, long, eager cock springing up, tempting you. Lips parting, you ogled his leaking tip and licked at the corners of your mouth. Heart thundering, your breathing shallow, you gulped and looked up at him, smug as ever.

Tongue dragging over his bottom teeth, pressing to his cheek, he lowered his chin. “Come here.” His golden eyes had gone dark, burning deeper, persuading you utterly submissive. With a meek shake of your head, the size of him intimidating, he narrowed his eyes and growled. “Gonna make me say it fucking twice,” he raised his voice, lunging for one of your ankles, dragging you in front of him quick with a yelp, “I said, come here.”

Palms pressing to your thighs, he spread you open and laid over you, his lips locking with yours, the taste of you still on his tongue. Moaning into his mouth as he pressed his tip to your entrance, the sheer difference in size making you both shudder, you threw your arms around his neck and closed your eyes.

“Tiny thing,” he muttered in shared air, dropping his head to peer between your bodies. Nudging your hole, he bared his teeth with a snarl feeling you close up. Taking his lips to your ear, he kissed your lobe and whispered, “Relax.” Holding onto him tighter, you could only whimper. Brushing his lips across your cheek to kiss you slowly, he hummed against your lips and whispered, “Let me in.” 

“Chris.”

“Shhh,” he soothed, touching his nose to yours, “Look at me,” and when you listened, he smiled, and the gold calmed you. 

A blanket of comfort. 

Warmth. 

Chris. 

A gentle waft of the earth after it rained passed through the air. Your legs spread backward as you gazed up at him, lifting your chin to give him a kiss, taking an involuntary long deep breath as your eyes fluttered shut and a pressure grew between your legs. His head dropped to your shoulder with an erotic whimper, and as the smell of rain dissipated and the facade of the gold broke apart, you clamped yourself around him and cried out.

He had sunken into you entirely, the stretch so unbearable it felt good. Big, bigger than anything you’ve ever had, bigger than what you were even expecting, god, you couldn’t breath, you couldn’t think, you couldn’t do anything but try to breathe, but even then, he thrust into you and knocked it right out of your lungs. 

He was splitting you right in two. 

And with how he writhed and grunted against your neck, he wasn’t giving you any time to attempt to adjust.

Pistoling into you, drinking up every string of moans that flew from your lips, he wore a pinched brow, his teeth clenched, his pink lips curling. Pressing his forehead to your cheek, to your neck, to your chest, he nuzzled his head against you, his hair, his chin, and when he wasn’t spreading his scent, he was dragging his tongue over your neck, over your lips. 

His own pathetic grunts washed over you, the look in his eye not a lick conscious, not a care in the world for how he gripped onto you so tight that his fingerprints were branded into your skin, or for where his teeth went and how hard they dug into your shoulder, or for the press of his nails, in your hips, your belly, your thighs, your ankles…

The bed creaked, moving faster with each thrust, he folded you backward, clawing at the mattress beside your head. Golden eyes glowing brighter, his hips snapped and snapped, the sound of your skin smacking almost as loud as your wails, your cries for more, your cries for him.

He invaded every sense, took over every little signal in your brain, became the one and only thing you needed, the one and only thing you wanted–

“Cum inside me,” you choked out, dragging your nails over the expanse of his back, not doing nearly as much damage as he’d done to you. He growled into your neck, thrusting even faster, so you cried out, voice broken, disgustingly desperate, “I need it, Chris, I’m so empty, wanna be full of you, fuck it into me, breed me, baby, please!”

He roared, pushing into you to the hilt, folding you in half, his legs stretching behind him. Pulsing into you, he moaned so loud the walls shook, and you felt it.

You felt it.

You never can feel it.

You’re not supposed to.

That’s not something that happens, you don’t feel it.

He pumped you full, and you felt it, and he kept cumming, twitching inside of you, soft, weak whimpers hiding in the back of his throat. A sticky warmth he spurted up into you, your belly growing hot, a buzzing within you, calming you. Your body shook, and you tightened around him.

Laid on top of you, a sweaty, panting mess, Chris stirred, propping himself up on his elbows, his head laid in your neck. Groaning with a lazy thrust of his hips, he lifted his head, and you sighed.

He was still hard.

His eyes were still gold. 

His teeth were still pointed.

He released a breath and whined. “M’sorry.”

Before you could get out a word, he moved in a flash, pushing himself off you, grabbing onto your waist, flipping you over face down without slipping out of you. Holding onto your hips, he pushed one hand to your back and arched you into the mattress, letting his hand slide down further to grab onto your hair, yanking your head back. 

Without warning, he picked up where he left off, quick, short snaps of his hips, harder and harder. “Thought you’d get away with one,” he grumbled, splaying his palm across your asscheek with a slap before he dug his nails into your skin. Laughing as you yelped, keeping you in place with a tug on your hair, he shook his head. “Need at least three to get a bitch fucking pregnant.”

Squeezing him tight, eyes rolling backward, his words spurred you on, your second orgasm impending, seconds from snapping. 

“Look at what you’ve fucking done to me,” he groaned. The bed frame wracked against the wall. “You’re nothing but a hole to fuck, a womb to fill, walking around like you have no fucking idea what I have to go through every fucking month, did you know that?”

Through babbled moans, you managed, “No.”

He bent himself in half, his lips brushing your ear, his cock curving up into you. “Better fucking learn. A pretty fucking face with a tight fucking pussy, fuck. How pretty you’ll be full me? This one’ll stick, yeah? You want that?”

Tongue pressing to your bottom lip, entirely fucked out and dumb, you moaned out, “I want it.”

His teeth grazed your neck, his voice spiraled you straight over the edge. “Then take my fucking cum.” Arching back into him, your head pressing to his neck, body writhing, splaying out on the mattress, you cried out his name and he smiled. “Good fucking girl,” he growled with feral thrusts of his hips, pressing hot kisses to your shoulders, “Baby likes getting fucked dumb, huh?”

“Yes,” you whispered, breathless, limbs unable to hold yourself up anymore.

Chris took his arms under you and lifted you up, laying you over his chest, the way he fucked into you– immpossible.  Sliding one hand down your middle, he toyed with your clit and snickered as you thrashed. “More,” he moaned, sliding his tongue over your neck, “You’re so fucking wet, I want more, make a mess.” 

The sheets under you were ruined. Leaking around him, his cock, his hips, covered. Your thighs, adorned by the mix he fucked you full of… Any more and you’d have to rid of the mattress.

The twist of his fingers and the snap of his hips pushed you over again, for the third time, a silent scream forcing its way out of you, all control you had on your body entirely lost. Limp in his arms, he praised you and laid you down headfirst, his bodyweight on top of you. Clinging to you, desperate grunts in your ear, he thrust into you twice and pushed. Like he wanted to split you in half, spurting into you, warmth filling you, everything going fuzzy.

He kept cumming.

He couldn’t stop. 

Pressing chaste kisses to your cheek, to your shoulder, to your back, he shook, and he kept cumming. Whimpers of your name fell from his lips, a sweet song keeping you somewhat grounded, but then you were moved, and you were under him again, and he had you flipped wrong ways down on the bed, and he tried to kiss you, and his teeth were digging into your shoulder, and he pinned your wrists above your head, and he brought you to orgasm again, one that hit you like you’d been plunged under water, drowning in ecstasy, and he wouldn’t stop, and he couldn’t stop, and you made him cum again, your belly so bloated, so full, so good for him…

“...back to me, baby,” you heard him whisper.

Blinking, still in the darkness of your bedroom, you swallowed, or tried to, your throat like sandpaper. Sitting up, every muscle in your body groaned, and a pair of warm hands wrapped around you, pulling you back into their lap.

“Lay down,” he whispered, lips pressing to your temple. 

Turning your chin, blinking away the blur in your eyes, you looked up at him and his soft smile and felt your throat tighten. “Chris,” you whispered.

“Hi,” he breathed, smoothing his hands down your arms, over your thighs. He had dressed you, you were in new sweats and a big tee. He’d thrown on a grey pair he kept over here in a random drawer. “You feel okay?” His brown eyes were laced with worry, his brows pulled into the center of his forehead.

No teeth.

No impossibly wide shoulders.

No golden glow.

Just Chris.

Sliding a hand over your belly, you lowered your brows and mumbled, “I feel…”

He sighed, dropping his head, his forehead on yours. “I know.”

His pointless shame made you smile. “How many times did you…”

“Five,” he whispered, closing his eyes.

A laugh caught on your lips. Gazing up at him, you scoffed, and he twisted his brow, confused.

“What?”

“Five times,” you laughed, “I thought I was fertile, it took five times!?”

Chris rocked backward, gasping, half a laugh escaping him. “That’s what you’re worried about right now?”

Laying a hand to his bare chest and his beating heart, his body heat enough to make you sweat, you took a deep breath. “Guess not,” you giggled. Silence wrapped around the two of you for a moment, your gazes saying everything that didn’t need to be spoken aloud. Breaking the quiet, you smiled. “You love me.”

He rolled his eyes and tipped his chin back, dragging his tongue over his teeth before it pushed into his cheek. “Yeah, well, you love me, so what are we gonna do about it?”

Blushing, you took your hand to his cheek and gave his dimple a pinch. “What are we gonna do about what we just did?” He took a breath and nodded, grabbing a hold of your hand, giving your wrist a gentle kiss where marks from his nails were evident. “We can’t have a baby right now, Chris.”

“Yeah,” he sighed. “You have more of that tea your aunt gave you?”

“In the kitchen cabinet next to the stove,” you whispered. “That’ll fix it?” With a simple nod he moved out from under you. Rolling onto your side, your body unhappy, you watched him start for the door. “How do you know that?”

He licked his lips and shrugged, the quietest, “Minho,” coming out of him.

You wheezed, falling into hysterics, and he cowered with a grin. “You bastards!”

He hurried out of your bedroom with a shout. “I love you!”

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Smut warnings: Kissing. Biting. Dry humping. Hands on neck (front and back) for control. Reader has a wet pussy. Nipple and breast play. BigDick!Chris. Scratching. Oral sex (male and female receiving). Cum eating. Fingering. Squirting. Unprotected sex. Christopher kink. Multiple orgasms. Primal play. Breeding king. Possessive!Chris. Dacryphilia. Knotting.

Chris Bahng has been in the woods for most of his adult life. There is a cabin on the far north end of the Horizon Forest that he calls home. Not many people make it so far North and that is how he likes it. The seclusion. It’s what he chose.

What he deserves.

Until you stumbled upon his land during the last few weeks of spring, with the scent of fear and sorrow seeping from you. Strong enough that he smelled you before he heard you trip and fall. Your whimper was the last thing he heard, his hearing elevated due to his nature. 

His wolf instantly alerts at the sound, wanting to seek you out. Minutes pass and no sound or movement comes from the south, where he last heard you. His wolf is restless under his skin, making him pace the length of his front room.

Sighing heavily, he slips into his boots and heads off to find you. Following your heart beat, he quickly makes his way so he can see you. He stops when he comes up to your body, careful not to make a sound in case you were armed. It wouldn’t hurt him but he didn’t want to deal with explaining why.

You’re curled on the ground, a pack at your side and your hands curled tightly to your chest inside of the heavy black coat. Your eyes are closed and your heart beat is steady. You passed out. As he gets closer, he sees your face is cut like you ran through the low branches surrounding his property. 

He smells the heartbreak on you as he takes in the tear streaked face. Someone hurt you and he feels his wolf snarl at the thought. 

This is bad. 

He circles you slowly, checking for weapons before he shoulders your pack and lifts you into his arms with ease. You do not stir, not even when Chris adjusts you so your head can rest on his shoulder as he starts the slow trek back to his cabin in the dark.

You slipped in and out of consciousness for the first few days. He learned your name and a few other things about you. After you regained some strength, he asked you why you were in the middle of the woods. Your answer shocked him and he had to force himself to remain calm and in the glider across the bedroom as his wolf wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed and protect you.

It was a couple minutes before you spoke but the sorrow that flowed off of you made him clench his jaw and curl his fingers into fists.

“My fiancé was going hiking with some of his work friends, his high school sweetheart included. He knew how she made me feel but he always said there was nothing to worry about.” Your hands shake in your lap, having nothing to do with the chill of the season making the leaves surrounding the cabin change color. 

“I’m not athletic, like they are so any chance they got they would tease me about holding them up or saying that I should consider staying behind. I guess I tripped one too many times and the last time, he decided to leave me to continue the hike claiming he was going to set the tents up.” Your eyes fill with tears and your bottom lip wobbles so hard you pull it between your teeth and take a couple of deep, shaky breaths.

“When I questioned him about leaving me, he just said that he told me not to come. That I wasn’t cut out for that type of activity.” You scoff as you remember how his high school sweetheart smirked behind him before smiling when he stood and turned around. “He said to rest and meet them at the site when I cooled down and my jealousy was gone. Then he just left me.”

Taking a deep breath with a shrug, you look up into beautiful amber eyes. “I got lost on my way back to the ranger station and then just kept getting turned around. I remember I fell over a log and then I woke up a couple days ago here.” 

Chris was still the entire time you told your story and when you finished, silent tears rolling down your cheeks, he lost to his wolf. He was up and sitting on the edge of his bed, his hand gently cupping your face. His wolf yips with joy at finally getting to touch you, even if you smell like sorrow and humiliation. “What he did was wrong.”

At this, the dam breaks and your sobs rattle your frame. You go to cover your face but Chris pulls you to him, wrapping his arms around you, hoping that if he held you tight enough, he could keep your heart from shattering. His hand rubbed soothing circles on the small of your back as his other hand cupped the back of your neck to support your head as you cried into his chest.

Eventually, you cried yourself out and fell asleep against him. The warm scent of cedar and musk surrounding you more than his flannel sheets did. With your body limp in his arms, Chris gently lays back on the bed with you, wanting you to keep you close, vowing so long as you’re at his cabin, he won’t leave you scared and vulnerable like your human.

This might have been your favorite part of the Forests. 

In the middle of fall, all the leaves have fully abandoned their green in favor of red, yellows, orange, and brown. Horizon is thick and lush with plant and wild life, the days are filled with the ambiance of birds and other little animals scurrying across the first floor. 

After the sun goes down, while there are plenty of trees surrounding this spot, the moon and her stars are unfiltered. It was something Chris said he did on purpose when having the house built. He specifically used the trees in the area for it and made sure there were enough taken down to leave a nice, wide opening for the sun and the moon.  

There are no lights outside unless you bring one so that means no light pollution.  Absolutely nothing to ruin your view of the trillions of stars, their constellations, and the waning moon. This is your second favorite part. 

After he found you, you returned home for a total of two weeks before you were packing a bag. Leaving your ring on the coffee table of the apartment you shared with your fiance. You left with no real idea of where you were going but you found yourself at Horizon Forest. You got out of your car, not really sure where his house was but you decided to give yourself an hour to find familiar territory before turning back and going to the next town.

It’s like you were called back. With only minutes to spare, there he was, at the edge of his property.

You look up from the map you have in your hand to see Chris just standing there, his arms crossed over his chest as he watches you. You stop, rooted in place. Your face is flushed from the walk but it deepens upon seeing him again. You had no real plan, no idea what you were doing.

All you knew was you wanted to be near him.

Chris felt you before he saw you. The pull has been getting stronger, the closer to the full moon. He goes out to the edge of his property and waits. It’s almost an hour before he sees you, a small smile comes to his lips but he wipes it from his face by the time you look up. 

White hot rage replaces his happiness to see you.

You’re pale, almost sickly so. He remembers the shape and curve of your body having held you in his arms while you cried thinking you were too thin for your stature then. But now? Now you’re so frail, barely holding yourself up. The little shine and bounce that your hair had two months ago is gone. Your eyes are dull and bloodshot. 

What happened to you in those two months? How can he help you? Did you come for help? 

“You came back.” His voice is rough but quiet in the space between you. 

“I don’t know why but this cabin, with you, is more home than anything I have ever felt.”

Without a word, he crosses the space and stops in front of you. His eyes are still the stunning amber yellow color you remember, a softness to them. His face is tired but you see no other emotion on it until he reaches out and grabs your bag. 

With your bag on his shoulder, he nods his head in the direction of his cabin. “Welcome home.”

Now, three and a half months later, you’re tucked under a thick woven blanket that you made as you sit on the front porch with your tea. Chris takes nightly runs through the forest, saying the cool evening air helps to calm his mind after his day. 

Tonight, you see him jogging up the path with something in his hand. When he gets to the foot of the steps, that is when you realize what it is, a single sunflower between his fingers. 

“My favorite flower.” You whisper as he hands it to you, a soft flush on his cheeks. 

“I know.” He nods into the cabin. “They’re all over your laptop.”

You stand, realizing once again how large he is. You come up to his shoulder but he is so broad he actually hides you from view when people come to visit. 

Chris leans down and picks up the blanket that slipped from your lap and takes the empty mug of tea from you. He nods to the front door before following you inside.

The fireplace is still warm from when he built it for you to bake and cook dinner on it. The smell of lamb, rosemary, and potatoes is still heavy in the air. You hear his stomach growl from behind you as he leaves the door open, the storm door closes to let some of the heat escape. Neither of you sleep well in the heat and Chris is a furnace on his own. 

You started sharing a bed, platonically, only a few weeks ago. While you don’t like to sleep hot, the cabin gets very cold at night. Too cold for your human body to handle. Chris thrives in the cold and always sleeps more soundly the colder the cabin gets. 

Except when he heard your teeth chattering. That woke him up from his sleep instantly and within seconds he was back in his room, laying down over the blankets and pulling you close. You stammered and tried to fight but as his warmth seeped into your skin, you quickly stopped and tucked yourself against him. His soft chuckle was the last thing you heard as you fell asleep, feeling safer and warmer than you have in months.

“Are you still hungry? I can dish you up some more stew.” You head to the small kitchen to get a glass for the flower before setting it on the little table you two share meals at.

“I can get it.” He smiles softly and slides a hand over your shoulder as he passes you on his way to the fireplace. 

Smiling to yourself, you turn and busy yourself with slicing some of the cinnamon bread you made and grabbing a couple of rolls for Chris, turning to set them on the table. He’s already there, his pewter bowl of stew steaming. He has his tablet open, scrolling through some of the news articles to read what has come out in the last few hours.

Sitting across from him, you pick back up your crochet project. You’re making him a cardigan, he doesn’t know it yet since it’s in a deep pine green color instead of his usual black. His beautiful tanned skin would look really good with this color and you’re excited to give it to him once it’s completed. 

The silence between you is never uncomfortable, never has been. You’re what you believe to be soul companions. The connection formed as Chris has helped you heal from your trauma that led you to him. The humiliation, the body shaming, and much more. He’s a man of few words but you can see it in his eyes, the patience and constant support as you work through your issues. 

After he finishes his stew and the rolls you set out for him, you slide the rest of your cinnamon bread to him, smiling when he meets your eyes. “I made extra loaves this time. Have as much as you want.”

“You’re the best.” He returns your smile as he picks up a slice. He eats in silence as you crochet before he speaks up. “I’m going to be gone for a couple of days next week.”

“Ah, the monthly meeting?”

He nods. “Yeah, it’s that time again.”

Every month Chris has to go with his work for a monthly meeting on the southwest side of the forest. He’s usually gone for about five days and comes back exhausted. The first time he came back, he slept in the small shed he was working to convert into a greenhouse for three days. You always left him food and water, happy to see that when you would bring the next round, he had finished off what you left. 

“Will you show me how to get the fire going so I can restart it while you’re gone?”

He nods again, mouth full this time. You smile and turn your attention back to your hands. 

“I’m sorry that I have to leave you.” Your hands freeze but you don’t look up at him just yet so he continues. “With the winter coming, I’ll show you how to do anything you want to learn. You’ll still be safe here and stocked so I’ll be able to come back and see your beautiful face.”

You flush instantly at the complement. It’s the first time he’s called you beautiful and you try not to let your heart flip around in your chest too much. Slowly, you look up to see him flushed, his bottom lip between his teeth as he looks down at the now empty plate in front of him. 

His amber eyes, currently not currently they’re usual amber but a little darker, meet yours and you gasp. “Chris, your eyes? Do they-,”

“Ah, it must be the fire.” Instantly he is up with his back to you as he stokes the fire back to life. 

You furrow your brow and tilt your head feeling confused. Usually as the fire is reduced to embers, that is when you two go to bed and that would have been soon but now that he has built it again, that is postponed. 

At least for him.

You start packing up your project and stand to get the dishes to the sink so you can wash them but Chris gently takes your wrist. “I’ll get them. I can tell you’re tired.” Slowly, he releases your wrist and moves his hand to cup your cheek. You tilt your head into it, without thinking and look up at him from under your full lashes, his eyes once again amber. His thumb caresses the blush on your skin before there is a small tug at the corner of his lips. 

“I’ll come to bed after the fire goes out.” His voice is soft as he drops his hand and takes the dishes to the sink. You still haven’t moved as the water runs. Taking a trembling breath, you grab the woven basket you keep your supplies in and head to the bedroom. 

To say you’re not attracted to Chris would be a lie. His black hair is longer right now than usual with his amber eyes, honeyed skin, and the muscles on his frame make him very easy on the eyes. 

But that’s not what makes your stomach flip.

It’s the soft moments like you just had. The moments when you do something and he catches you fumbling, he’ll come help with a soft chuckle and a quiet “cute”. Not to be condescending but because he genuinely thinks you’re adorable. Then there are nights when he beats you to bed and his bedside light is sending a golden glow through the room when he looks at you with something primal, hungry. 

You’ll come to bed in shorts and a shirt, one of his, and he’ll take you in slowly as you move about the room. You’ll feel his gaze burn over your curves and sear into your plush thighs as you rub lotion over yourself. Every so often you will catch his eyes in the mirror, the darkest you have seen them before he blinks and looks down at the book in his hand.

Chris isn’t immune to you. He is in fact more affected than he expected to be. His wolf yips when you’re near and you touch him or let him touch you. When you first arrived and were in so much pain, his wolf whined and howled for you. Now, as you two have shifted into something more comfortable, it’s getting harder to control those urges from his wolf. The want. The hunger. The all consuming need for you that has been slowly brewing over the months. 

It pains him to leave every full moon but he refuses to tell you anything until he feels you are ready. Let alone, tell you about the rut that he has to endure alone before the actual moon. There is no meeting, there never has been. He sends himself as far away from you so he can keep you as safe as possible during the day.

At night, that is a different story. 

On the night of the full moon, Chris is in his wolf form. Sleek all black fur with amber eyes, standing as tall as you, power and lean. 

At night, he returns, crossing the forest in record time to watch over you as you sleep in the bed you share with his human form. He sits a patience vigil outside the cabin, a view into the room so he can see you but still remains hidden. He will wait until your breathing evens out and you give into the day, slipping into your dreams. Sometimes your dreams are quiet, sometimes you cry out and his wolf whimpers softly, wanting to comfort you.

On the nights where your dreams leave you alone, he will hunt the surrounding area, making sure to stay close in case you somehow wind up in danger. The nights where you’re tossing and turning, whimpering, with tears spilling down your cheeks, he lays below the window, pressed up to the house. That is as close as he will allow himself to get in his wolf form. Until he tells you the truth.

Which he plans to do, very soon. 

He hears you getting ready for bed in the other room as he busies himself with dishes that were clean minutes ago. Chris is just trying to clear his mind. The closer the full moon gets, the harder he has to fight his wolf. As you spend more time together, his wolf becomes more and more attached. The primal side of him begging to claim you is why he spends extra days away. He doesn’t want to hurt you. It would destroy him.

“Chris?! What happened?”

He jolts out of his head and back into the present. The water is still running and the bowl he had in his hands has broken. The jagged piece slicing the skin of his palm clean open. Holding his bleeding hand under the water, he turns his head to see you standing there in your usual cold weather pajamas.

One of his shirts and a pair of leggings. 

It started all because you forgot to grab sleep clothes. You managed to grab the important things, like your medicines (mostly supplements) but pajamas were not on the list. He gave you one of his softest shirts and when you woke up that next morning, covered in his scent, he couldn’t let you wear anything else. Plus, seeing you wear his clothes just makes him want you more. 

“I dropped a bowl. I’m okay, I’m okay.” He responds, trying to keep you from coming closer. His wolf is already working on knitting the skin back together, the bleeding long since stopped. 

“Did you hurt yourself?” Your eyes are shocked and nervous as you walk over to him, trying to see past him.

The size difference isn’t lost on him either. His wolf, having finished his mission to heal the wound on his palm, now yips and begs to get closer to you. 

“Nope, it's just fine.” He shuts the water off and shows you his hand. “Just a little scratch.”

“Man, I liked that bowl.”

Chris chuckles and shakes his head as he tosses the pieces into the trash before drying his hands off. “We can get more.” You smile up at him and nod. Slowly, you relax after the short burst of adrenaline wears off. “Come on, sleepy.” He gently guides you to the bedroom and helps get you tucked between the soft, worn flannel sheets. 

Almost as soon as he turns to walk away, your chilled fingers curl around his wrist. He feels the tremors but he’s not sure if they’re from the cold of the cabin or from the small shot of adrenaline. “Will you stay for a little bit?”

“Of course.” He crawls over you and lays on his side of the bed.

You let him get adjusted and hold his arm up before you curl into his side, instantly melting into his warmth. A soft moan leaves your lips as you press into him, your head on his shoulder. “I don’t know how I’ll survive the cold without you.”

Chris turns his head so his nose is buried in your hair, breathing you in as his hand slides up and down your back, trying to get more heat into you, hating that you’re still shaking slightly. “We’ll have to swap out some things for thicker, winter wear. I need to do the same.”

You nod and curl yourself tighter into his warmth. He rests his cheek on your head and lets his eyes slip closed. Having you in his arms at the end of the day might be one of his favorite things. It’s his reward for making it through one more rotation on the Earth’s axis. 

“Chris?” He hums in acknowledgement. “Don’t leave me when it’s cold. Please?” 

His hands stop moving and he squeezes his eyes closed. “I don’t know if it’s possible right now.” He hates himself for lying. You never asked him to stay before so he knows you must really be afraid. He hears you sniffle before the wet drops of your tears land on his collarbone. “Hey, hey, hey.” He cups your jaw softly and tries to tilt your face to look at him but when you put up the slightest bit of resistance, he stops and just rests his forehead to the top of your head. “Please don’t cry. I hate it.”

“I’m just scared. I’ll try to be as self-sufficient as I can but what if I burn down your cabin?”

Chris can’t help the smile that comes to his lips. “You don’t have to be scared. I’ll show you everything you need to know so you don’t burn down our cabin. You have picked up so much and have been such a huge help.” He’s not lying now. After getting you nursed back to health, getting your strength back up, Chris started showing you how to do some little things around the cabin and the surrounding property to maintain upkeep. 

He still handles all of the big things but most of the time he brings you with him because he really likes to have you around. Plus, you’re always so eager to help, even if you’re just holding a tool, a flashlight, or even just fetching something for him. 

You must not catch his correction because you continue. “I’m either going to freeze to death or I’m going to burn your house down.”

“Our house.” He corrects again and he can feel your body when you register his words. “Yes, this is our house. It has been the moment I carried you in here.”

Smiling softly, you burrow your head deeper into his chest, wrapping your arm tighter around his stomach. “Don’t let me burn our house down.”

A smile still on his lips, Chris presses them to the top of your head softly. “Never.”

The cold snap came earlier than either of you could have predicted. 

He woke up one morning a couple weeks later to frost on the windows and he knew this winter was going to be hard. He would be fine but you, his beautiful, precious human would not be unless he did something. 

Chris got to work prepping the house, winterizing, as it would be called. Making sure the windows are sealed and covered, getting thick down blankets and electrical blankets as well. He spent hours chopping wood to make sure there would be enough to keep the fireplace stocked. 

While Chris would be chopping the wood and working on the cabin, you were prepping your garden and food storage the best you could. You’ve learned a lot about living off the grid and off the land but nothing could have prepared you for something like this. Not weeks in advance. 

When you weren’t in the garden, the kitchen, or your green house, you were helping to stack the wood that Chris chopped. He smiles as he watches you, trying to make sure the stacks against the house don’t fall.

“It’s okay if they tumble.” He hurries over and catches a couple logs before they fall on you. “This is a perfect start. When it gets low, I’ll come out and do the rest.”

You nod and go to step back but you stumble and wind up falling back into his solid muscle. One of his arms holds you close, the other restabilizing the logs to not fall on you. 

“I’m sorry.” You reply and go to stand but Chris can tell from your voice that you’re exhausted. 

Scooping you up effortlessly, he carries you up the stairs and into the house. “You never have to apologize.” He sets you down in your favorite arm chair and lays a blanket you knitted over your lap. “Are you okay?”

You nod and lean back, letting the cabin’s warmth seep into your bones. “I’m fine. Being up early and all the prep has me feeling pretty stressed.”

Chris smiles and cups your face softly, tilting your head side to side as he takes you in. “Can I get you anything?”

“I’m okay. I think I just need to rest. Just for a little bit.”

“Take as long as you need, beautiful.” He stands and kisses your forehead. “I think you are doing great, by the way.” His hands rest on the arms of the chair, caging you in and surrounding you in his warmth and scent. 

“You rea-a-” Your voice cracks and you swallow thickly before clearing your throat and trying again. “You really think so?”

Chris nods and places a kiss on your forehead, “I know so. Most of that wood would have sat out there until later this winter but you have been working hard to line the house with it. Thank you.” He smiles as your face flushes. He straightens up and heads to the kitchen, “Did you still want chicken and rice for dinner?”

“Yes please. I have everything ready to go, it just needs to go over the fire.” 

“Hang out and rest. I can get it on the fire before I come sit with you.”

You nod and lean back, melting into the comfort of the couch as Chris gets the pot you put together with your dinner and hangs it on the hook in the fireplace. He then feeds and rebuilds the fire before pulling his sweater off and sitting beside you. 

Pulling your feet into his lap, he leans back and gently slides your shoes off. You smile and watch him as he squeezes your feet before massaging them. Your head falls back and you moan his name as his thumb works the sore spot you’ve often had trouble with.

Chris smirks and watches you, shifting to hopefully hide his reaction to you moaning his name. He eventually switches to the other foot but this being the nondominant he does not get the same reaction.

You giggle and pull your foot back when his thumb slips over a ticklish spot. “No. God please don’t.”

He chuckles and shakes his head, “I would never.”

“Good.” Pulling your feet under you, it allows you to shift closer, pausing for a moment before moving onto his lap. You’re sideways, facing the fireplace as you adjust the blanket on your lap to cover you both. When he doesn’t ask you to move, you lay your head on his shoulder and his arms wrap around your waist.

It feels so right. Being with Chris like this. The small intimate moments that make your stomach flip and your heart flutter. It’s just so easy and effortless, which is not something you are used to. Chris is a true partner, he doesn’t do everything for you but he supports you as you try to do it for yourself. That alone means more to you than a million foot massages. 

“You’re my favorite.” You whisper softly as his thumb draws circles on your thigh.

“I’m your favorite?”

“Yeah. My favorite person.”

His smile is wide and pride fills his chest. Chris wraps his arms tighter around you, burying his nose in your hair. “You’re my favorite too, beautiful. You have been for a very long time.” He kisses you temple.

You smile and relax deeper into his warmth, letting his gentle kisses soothe you. Soon, you fall asleep without meaning to.

You were going to freeze to death. 

Not actually but you felt like it. Nothing was working. The electric blankets were not warm enough. Your core temperature had dropped too low and that is where the danger started. The fire is burning but taking time to spread through the rest of the cabin. After shivering so hard in bed you swore you could feel the whole thing shake (which is impossible because Chris made the thing himself out of wood and it is SOLID), you went to lay on the floor in front of the fireplace. Soon, you’re asleep, not carrying that you have no pillow and nothing but the one down blanket you burrito’d yourself in. 

It’s just past midnight when the front door slips open and a shadow slinks into the house. It stops when it sees you in the front room in front of a fire, roaring like you just added more wood to it before passing out again in front of the hearth. You stir slightly when the door shuts so the shadow freezes, watching you. When your heartbeat and breathing steadies, the large shadow moves closer. Chris’s wolf form moves to lay just out of the light of the fire, resting its large head on its paws. 

You have spread out on your back, how you normally sleep, one leg bent at the knee and resting over the other. Both of your hands are tucked under your head, acting like a pillow to keep your skull from the hardwood flooring. The wolf whimpers softly when he sees the goose bumps rise to your skin and you shiver again in your sleep. He knows it isn’t the cold. 

You’re having a nightmare.

He should be able to shift back soon and lay with you, helping more but for now, he crawls closer, leaving his head resting on your feet. The wind must shift because your features are illuminated by the soft glow of the full moon. Your brow is furrowed and your lips are drawn back from your teeth like you are wincing in pain. 

As if you can sense you’re not alone, your features relax and your heart rate slows down once again, leading him to believe you are no longer in your nightmare. Nuzzling closer to you, the wolf allows his eyes to slip shut, enjoying how close he gets to be to you. It’s just before 3am when your dreams start up again.

This one starts out the same. You whimper softly and your fingers twitch. As it progresses, Chris notices this is different. Your twitches turn into you gripping the sheets and you’re writhing under the blankets. A pleasured gasp leaves your lips and that is when the scent of your arousal hits him. 

A low whine rumbles through his wolf form as his head leaves your feet and he slowly backs into the shadows, his large head dying to rest between your legs but he removes himself for the most part, his eyes trained on your face.

“Chris, please,” when his name leaves your lips followed by a raw, pleasured cry, he forces himself back out of the cabin. If he had stayed any longer, his wolf would have acted on instinct and tried to claim you. 

The two of you have shared a lot about yourself but you have never mentioned anything about your sexual desires. So as you dream of him, he paces the surrounding area until he can return to his human form and crawl into bed beside you.

It’s now early morning, a clock in the house would tell you it’s 6:28am. You’ve kicked the covers off and have starfished yourself on the bed. Slowly, your eyes open and you take a deep breath as you come back into your body. Flexing your fingers and toes, you stop when your fingers come in contact with skin.

Slowly, you turn your head and find Chris laying beside you. He’s very naked so you keep your eyes focused on his face, which is peaceful. He’s still in a deep sleep, curled on his side favoring you. There is a thin layer of sweat covering his body and you can guess it is because of the heat in the cabin. You also realize you are in bed. You distinctly remember sleeping in front of the fireplace. Chris must have scooped you up when he got home and laid down with you.

Gently you get out of bed and slip your feet into thick slippers. The front room is dark so the fire is low or completely out. You reach behind the bed to crack the window, allowing a cool breeze to come through, letting it cool Chris’s heated skin.

You smile softly, you pull the thinnest quilt over his hips to give him some modesty before you disappear into the bathroom. Taking care of business, you note that he is home early. He wouldn’t normally be home until later this evening so you wonder why he is here. Definitely not complaining, just curious. 

After cleaning up, you head back into the bedroom to slip back under the covers. With Chris back, you don’t have to worry about being cold. His presence alone has made the bedroom more tolerable already. Even though he is indecent, you still scoot closer, allowing your hand to rest next to his, curling your body in towards his. You let sleep find you once more, not noticing that his fingers have laced with yours and been tugged against his chest. 

Hours later you wake feeling disoriented and sweating. You groan and try to get out of bed but that is when you feel two arms pull you tighter against something hard and solid. A grumble sounds from behind you and all at once your mind is wide awake. 

Chris is home and is naked. 

Currently he has your back pinned to his chest, his large, solid body curled behind yours. His arms are wrapped around you, one hand resting on your lower stomach and the other is just under your breast. This is the most touching you have ever done with Chris. 

A stolen forehead kiss here or there with hugs and soft caresses, sure. But the complete bear hug from behind, his pinky literally resting on your breast, the finger tips of his other hand resting under the elastic of your panties, yes his fingers are already inside your leggings. 

What really shocks you is the steel rod you feel nestled against your hind end. The icing on the cake is when you shifted to get out of bed and he pulled you back, Chris groaned against your shoulder and rocked his massive package against your ass. Your jaw drops as you feel the full length of him against you.

“Chris?” Your hands gently come up and tap on his arms. “Honey, you gotta let me go.”

More grumbling comes from behind you as he presses himself against you once more, a low growl rumbling through his chest. You can’t make out what he says but you can feel how hot he has gotten against you. His fingers twitch against your breast and your stomach. He pulls you back to him, groaning as he feels your softness give against him.

“Chris? Wake up.” You try to shake him but that only ends up with you flipped onto your stomach, his legs straddling your plush thighs. He groans into your shoulder as his hips roll against your ass. You can feel how wet his cock is getting from the amount of precum leaking from him. 

He growls your name and you hear his jaw clench while his hips continue to grind against your ass. “Fuck,” your name slips past his lips in a whimper. “You feel so good, baby girl” His voice is raw and rough with arousal.

“Christopher!”

Eyes snap open. All movement ceases. 

Within seconds the weight is off of you and you can hear him across the room. A drawer opens and closes before his foot’s steps sound and then the front door slams.

You jump at the slam, your heart racing for a different reason this time. You give yourself a few moments to calm down and straighten the bed and your clothing before heading to the front door. 

Chris is pacing out in the front yard, only in a pair of black shorts. His hands in his hair and his eyes squeezed shut. You open the door and before you can press the storm door open he freezes and looks up to the house. The sun catches his features and you’re rooted in place. 

His usually amber eyes are black, no mistaking it this time. His canines are elongated and you can see his ears are pointed. What you notice before all else is the tears filling his eyes and the streaks down his cheeks. He turns and you can tell is going to take off but you open the door and hurry onto the porch.

“Please don’t run.” Your voice is so soft but your heart squeezes at the fear of him taking off on you. 

When your voice breaks, Chris falls to his knees, his whole body slumping onto his flank. His head hangs between his shoulders and his hands are in fists. Soon blood begins seeping between his knuckles and he quickly moves them to fist the pine flooring. Your devotion has floored him.

Ruined him. 

Chris is heaving breaths as his forehead rests on the forest floor. He’s so focused on not losing control and changing that he doesn’t notice you’ve come up to kneel in front of him until your hands run over his hair. His whole body stills as he tries to focus on your touch but it’s too soft. 

“Nails. Back. Please.” His voice breaks on the last word as he begs for you to divert his attention.

Within seconds you’re closer, sliding your nails over his bare back. Chris shivers and you watch as the red lines and goosebumps come to the surface of his skin. He groans and arches up to your nails so you press harder, dragging them up and down. His claws release so quickly he is up and has pulled you under him, nuzzling his nose into your neck and breathing your scent. 

You continue to slide your hands over his back, not wanting to over do it with your nails and do more harm than good. Minutes pass and he is still trembling so you bravely let your fingers thread into his hair as you hold him. Softly you whisper “you’re okay” and “I’m right here” just like he used to when you were struggling. You have no idea what is going on but you are not going to let him go through it alone. 

Not anymore. 

Eventually he fully relaxes against you, his knees sliding out from under him. You continue your gentle caresses and whispers until he moves to his elbows and looks down at you, his amber eyes back to normal. Your hands move to cup his face and his eyes close before he leans forward to rest his forehead on yours.

“I’m so sorry.” His words whisper over you and you shake your head slightly. “Yes. I violated you and I’m so, so sorry.” Once again, his voice breaks.

You shush him softly and run your fingers over his jaw, nuzzling your nose with his which makes him whimper softly. “I was more shocked than anything.”

The moment you nuzzled your nose to his, Chris was a goner. He has done it to you countless times but when you did it back, that act alone solidified that he was in love with you. In wolf packs, when two wolves nuzzle one another like you did to him, it’s a way to show affection, intimacy, and even submission. It’s also something mated wolves do in their wolf forms before and after a hunt.

“And what you saw," he starts but you cut him off, knowing he is my ready to talk about it

“You don’t have to say anything now. Whenever you’re comfortable sharing, you can.” 

He deflates into you, letting his face rest in your neck to breathe in the scent that is his favorite in the world. You with just the slightest hint of him. An emotion that he cannot quite name wrecks through him. It is enough to bring tears to his eyes once more but he swallows it back and just basks in the feeling of knowing that you were always meant to be his. 

Mate.

You kiss his temple softly, holding onto him with no idea of what is currently happening. All you know is he needs comfort and you are more than willing to give it to him. If anyone were to come up and see you both, it would be very suspicious. You are on your back with your legs hooked over his hips, your bodies are tightly pressed together, and his head is in your chest.

Chris is fighting himself from telling you how he feels and he also is trying not to grind himself against you. So, after letting himself stay with you for a few more minutes, he pulls away and stands before he picks you up and gently sets you on your feet. He wraps an arm around your shoulders and walks with you back towards the house. 

You stop at the bottom of the stairs and tilt your head as you look up at him, a couple stairs ahead of you. “Chris?”

He turns to look down at you but that is when the arrow sails through the air and plants itself right into your chest. Your eyes widen in shock and fear as they turn up to him and they mirror your emotions back. 

Shock. Fear.

Two emotions Chris swore you would never feel in his presence again. 

He failed you. 

Within seconds you are in his arms and back in the house. 

The last thing you remember is Chris begging you to hold on before a snarl rips through the air. Something large and black rips through the front door as your eyes fall closed and your world goes silent.

The door doesn’t fully shut behind him before Chris has shifted. His wolf tears through the forest until he finds the man with the bow. It’s finished before anyone could blink. It’s midday before Chris gets back to you, his wolf still simmering with rage at the idea of you being hurt. He mildly feels guilty for leaving you but once glance at any clock would tell him he was not away from you for more than 10 minutes.  

Back in his human skin and he scales the steps to get to you. Relief fills him when he sees you’re breathing. He can hear your heart beat but he waits no time getting you in his arms and then he is back out the door. 

His pack resides on the south west side of the forest. In his wolf form it wouldn’t take him 30 minutes to cross the miles but in his truck, it’s agonizing. Chris has warned the pack’s healer, Felix, that he’s bringing his mate. He made the seven of them swear that they would not mention their nature to you, not until Chris gets to tell you himself.

Now, days later, you’re still unconscious in the spare bedroom of Felix’s home. That is where he keeps his supplies and where he treats everyone. You were treated and deemed stable but Felix wanted to keep you close in case of infection. 

It’s been six days since he felt you against him. 

Six days since he held you in his arms.

Chris feels like he is going to go insane. He’s pacing the small hallway outside the door as Felix checks your vitals. “She’s okay to take home whenever you want. We’re past the window of infection. I’ve shown you what to watch for and how to keep everything clean if something does happen.”

Chris nods and looks to the healer and then to another member of the pack, Minho. “Any word on what the guy wanted?”

Minho, the one who handles the loose ends of the pack. Whether that is spinning rumors in town or erasing someone entirely. “It would have been easier if you left him alive but it honestly looks like an accident. He was a hunter, not our kind or anything supernatural. He had a heart condition so it’s not hard to believe he had a heart attack that made his arrow go off course.”

Chris nods and pats Minho on the shoulder. “Thank you for checking for me.” He turns to Felix and nods in respect. “And thank you for taking care of her.”

Minho and Felix nod back but it is Changbin, who came from the kitchen who replies, “you’re the alpha. Of course we’ve got your back.” He takes another bite into a roasted chicken leg in his hand, smiling at Chris.

Chris winces and shakes his head. Alpha was not a role he wanted. When their previous alpha died, the pack was just going to stick together and be leaderless but after the first full moon, it was clear someone needed to step up. Chris is the oldest and was voted to be leader by the other seven so he had no other choice.

Changbin is the muscle of the group. If someone goes too far or over stays a welcome, he makes sure they get where they need to be. 

“Shouldn’t you be off reservation for the time being? I thought you had a yoga thing with that one wolf.”

Changbin smirks and nods, “we leave tonight. I convinced Seungmin to join me.”

“Poor kid.”

“Too bad the Alpha is mated, you would have loved it.” Changbin finishes the meat off the leg and heads back into the kitchen for another. “Yah, this is great, Minho!”

“Save some for everyone else, piggy!” Minho, who is also the cook of the pack, teases as he follows the younger wolf to the kitchen. It leaves Felix and Chris together in the hall.

“So, you think she’s the one?”

“I don’t think,” Chris looks from your room to Felix. “I know.”

“That is something many of us dream of. Congratulations.”

Chris looks into your room and sighs softly when you’re still unconscious. “She saw me lose some of my control and wasn’t scared.” He smiles fondly. “After all she has been through, she was concerned about me, not scared.”

They all nod in agreement. You’re his, one way or another. He’s helped you heal and that has gained him true devotion. You are his. And he is yours.

“Chris?” 

His heart plummets to his stomach and he turns when he hears the softest whisper of his name. Your eyes are open and you’re sitting up in the bed you have been in for the last six days. You’ve never been more beautiful to him.

“Baby girl,” he barely makes it to your bedside before he is on his knees, your hand curled in his. 

A smile on his face so wide he feels like his cheeks might cramp. You return his smile with a weak one of your own. Felix follows but after checking on you, he leaves and pulls the door closed. After Felix left you apologized to Chris for bleeding on the couch and then drifted off once again. 

Still beside you, this time on the bed and stretched out beside you, one arm under your head and the other cupping your cheek softly. He’s watching you sleep more, his eyes shimmer with unshed tears. 

“I love you so much.” He presses his forehead to yours before nuzzling his nose with yours. His eyes falling closed, a few tears slipping past his lashes. “I can replace the couch. I can’t replace you.” 

He whispers his life story to you, hoping you can hear him. Even if you can't, he'll tell you again. He talks until his voice starts to break, and the sun is setting. Changbin has brought food and water but he hasn’t stopped talking to you long enough to eat.

“Then I found you.” He smiles against your cheek. “You were so small, so fragile. I was scared I would break you when I lifted you off the forest floor.” He shifts back enough so he can take you in. “When I look at you now, your body is so beautiful and so full of life and happiness, it’s so hard not to tell you how badly I want you. I’ve been waiting, not wanting to push you but I don’t know if I can wait anymore.”

He pauses to eat and drink before he curls into the bed with you, covering you both. You both lay in silence for a while, the sounds of the night passing around the house. Finally, as he hears the rest of the pack settle in for the night, Chris allows his eyes to close.

“Come back to me, baby girl. I’m waiting to tell you so many things. Mostly, I just want to tell you I love you.”

There is a ray of sunlight directly in your eyes. You are sweating profusely and your body aches. Tilting your head some, you realize how caged you are. Chris has his arms around you and one leg slotted between yours. His chin is resting over the top of your head. The sun has managed to shine over his shoulder and into your eye. You try to shift but it pulls at your stitches making you wince and whimper softly.

Amber eyes shoot open to meet yours. You watch as they go from alarm to warm within seconds. Chris smiles and you can’t help but return it. “Good morning, Chris.”

He smiles and pulls you closer, careful of your stitches, and kisses your forehead. “Good morning, beautiful.” He holds you, letting you get comfort-

“Chris, I gotta pee so bad.”

“Oh!”

Almost an hour later, you’ve cleaned up with a warm shower. Chris didn’t join you but he stayed close just in case you needed him. When you were done, he helped you dress. Then dry, brush, and braid your hair. You were just finishing up brushing your teeth when Felix knocked on the doorframe of the bathroom.

So now you’re sitting on the bathroom counter, letting Felix check the front of your wound. He can see the back through the mirror and deems it healing well.

Chris is prowling in the hallway, his shoulders tense and his eyes narrowed as Felix has his hands on your chest. When your life was in danger, all he wanted was for the gentle handed healer to do was fix you with his touch but now, Chris wants his hands off you. When you gasp in pain, Changbin has to hold him from bursting into the bathroom and beating the healer.

“He’s helping her, Chan.”

Your eyes meet his, dark and stormy, from the other side of the doorway. “Chan?”

“It’s his middle name and how we met him.” Felix replies, cutting Changbin off. “You know him as Chris?” 

You nod and wince once more as Felix finishes removing the rest of the stitches. He goes to apply more of the ointment he has been mixing and applying to you on the daily, explaining to you that it is more active that way.

The ointment Felix mixes has some of Chris’s werewolf DNA that Felix collected by swabbing his cheek a couple times a day to make sure you got the most potent version. That allowed the healing process to speed up some. You still have an arrow wound that goes from your right shoulder through to the front where it exited just above your collarbone. Chris’s DNA has helped to mend most of the muscle back together as well as sealing it from the inside out. 

“Yeah. We never really discussed any other names. I mean, we know each other’s last names and stuff.” You exhale through your nose as the ointment stings a little. “Is this stuff supposed to burn?”

Felix nods as he pulls his gloves off and tosses them to the trash. “The active ingredient is mint to help fight infections. It should fade to a cooling sensation soon.” He leans down and gently blows on the wound without thinking. 

Quickly you’re off the counter and push Felix behind you. Your hand meets the hard muscle of Chris’s chest as his eyes glare at the man behind you. You feel the growl that is rumbling through him. 

“Felix, I’m okay. Thank you for taking care of me.”

“Anytime.” He nods and skirts around you and Chris to exit the room, a flush on his cheeks. 

Changbin stutters through a “glad you’re okay” before he disappears as well. 

Within seconds of them disappearing from view, the front door opens and closes. You and Chris are the only two people in this house. He’s breathing heavily and you feel how much more heated his skin has grown since your hand has been on him. His eyes are black and you watch them take over your mostly naked frame. 

You’re in one of his hoodies, one he kept in the truck, and it is still unzipped to hang off one shoulder so Felix could tend to your wound. The growl that was rumbling under your hand now turns to a whine as Chris takes in your lush thighs and your strong legs. 

“What was that, Chris?”

“I need to hold you.”

“Not until you-“

“He put his scent on you.” When you raise an eyebrow, he rushes on. “Blowing on you. Removed some of me and replaced it with him. I have to fix it.” His eyes soften as his hands move like they want to rest on your hips but he waits for your consent. “Please baby, let me?”

Your hand moves and instantly you’re pulled up against his chest, his arms locking around you like vices. One hand is on your lower back, dangerously close to slipping down over the hem of the hoodie and the other is pressed between your shoulder blades. As your arms wrap around him, his nose goes into your neck and you feel him inhale. 

“Good god, you smell so fucking good.” He groans and he turns lean heavily against the wall, almost as if he is afraid his legs would give out. As if on a reflex, presses himself against you. The thick, hard line of his cock right against your stomach. 

Your eyes widen in surprise and you go to pull away to look at him but he holds you too tightly. “Chris, what’s going on?”

“I need to take you home.”

“You can. You heard Felix say it was safe now.”

He growls and grazes his teeth over your neck, where he will mark you once you let him. His hips roll against you, unable to help himself. The human part of his brain has shut off and all he can think about is you.

You’re alive. You’re breathing. You’re covered in him.

“Chris, take me home and we can keep doing whatever it is you want to do. But please, take me home.” He whines softly, his teeth sinking in a little harder, making you moan and grip the back of his jacket. “Please, Chris.”

Pulling himself away from you is a Herculean task that takes about three minutes longer than it should have. Eventually, he’s pulled back and has you at arms length. “I did it again. I’m so fucking sorry.”

“Chris, I would let you take me in the middle of the forest. I just really want to be in our home. I want to be in our bed.”

His grip on your arms tighten slightly and he groans again. “Please, I’m about to lose my mind and I have things I need to tell you before we go any further.” He begs softly. “I can get us home but, god this is going to sound awful, stay on your side of the truck and please don’t talk or we won’t make it.”

You nod and turn to finish getting dressed. That movement shifted the hoodie revealing your slicked core and the unmasked scent of your arousal to him. He manages to let you get sweats on before grabbing your hand and dragging you towards the front door. 

“Take the truck and go. I’ll meet you at the cabin.” He puts the keys into your hand before dropping your wrist.

“Chris, what-?”

“Baby girl, please!” You go to protest but that is when seven men rush in and guide you out. The last thing you hear is a howl and you’re not sure if it was from outside Felix’s house.

Or if it came from inside. 

There was a series of loud snarls, shouts, and what sounded like furniture breaking coming from the house. Running to the truck at the animalistic sounds, you throw yourself into the truck and take off. The only reason you left Chris behind was the look in his eyes when they met yours. It pained you to hear him and to see him like that. You also couldn’t help to feel like you might have been the cause.  

You might have been less than 30 minutes from the cabin when a streak of black races by the truck. Your eyes widen as your adrenaline spikes. Your eyes search for it but instead, they land on the largest wolf you have ever seen standing in the middle of the road. 

Slamming on your breaks, you throw the truck into park and look over the animal. Beautiful, silky looking midnight fur, so long it flows when the wind comes through the trees. It’s probably as tall as the hood of the truck, maybe more. Its ears are pinned low over its head and that’s when you notice seven other wolves in the trees around it, all in various shades. 

A low rumble comes from the wolf in front of you and you notice the way its lips curl to show off its canines. Your eyes take in the features, all stunning but incredibly lethal;  from its ears, to its jaw, up to its eyes, you freeze. 

Amber.

You throw the door open and hop down out of the truck. A soft gasp leaves you as the landing jostles the wound on your chest making the wolf sink low, his tail whipping behind him. You expected another growl but you got a soft whine instead. 

“Chris?” Slowly, you walk closer, your eyes pinned to the beautiful wolf in front of you. The wolf lowers itself to its belly when you’re an arms length away, bowing its head for you. 

He’s submitting to you, not fully but hopefully enough to make you more comfortable. His amber eyes are trained on you and when you move to sit in front of him, pulling your legs beneath you, he crawls forward to lay his big head in your lap. Your hands stay up, unsure of what to do with them before they settle on the wolves fur. 

“What happened to meeting me at the cabin?”

The wolf whines and nuzzles himself deeper into your lap.

“How about I make you a deal?”

Amber eyes turn up to meet yours.

“Return to me at dusk. I’ll be waiting and we can talk.” You lean forward and press a kiss to the plush fur atop the wolf’s head.

You hear his footsteps on the porch. Turning to look out the window, you can see the last of the sun has set. “Right on time.” Your heart pounds as you set the last plate of dinner on the table and straighten just as he pushes open the door. You smooth your hands over your jeans but freeze when your eyes meet. 

He nods and closes the door before stepping deeper into the room. “It smells amazing.”

“I made your favorite. Well, not lamb but steak.”

He walks over and smiles. “I’m starving but first, I have to do this or I’m going to drive myself mad.” He cups your jaw softly with one hand, the other wrapping around your waist. He brings his face close to yours, giving you a chance to tell him no, but you cup his face in your hands, move to your tiptoes and press your lips to his.

It’s everything you thought kissing Chris would feel like. His soft lips, his big hands, the strong body he holds you against. His scent is so much stronger but it only makes you want him more so you press your lips harder to his, moaning as he opens your mouth with his tongue. 

The kiss was intended to be a sweet, simple thing but of course anything that involves you, Chris can’t help himself. You moan into his lips and he’s moved both hands to your ass, gripping as he lifts you with ease. Your back doesn’t meet the mattress like you expected but the hardwood of the cabin wall. 

Chris finally breaks away from the kiss only to trail his lips down your jaw and your neck. He nuzzles the spot under your ear and you feel his chest rumble. “You always smell so goddamn good, baby girl.” 

Without second thought, he’s dragging his tongue over your neck and groaning at the way you taste. “Fuck, I know we’re supposed to have dinner and talk but I don’t think I can wait anymore.” His teeth graze the spot and you arch against him, crying out his name when he bites a little harder. 

“Please let me make you mine, baby girl.” His lips trace up to your ear where he nips at your earlobe softly. “I’ve wanted this for so long.” His tongue traces the shell of your ear. “Please baby girl, please let me have you.”

You gasp as you feel his tongue slide over your skin but at his groan, the way he sounds lost and fucked out already makes you want to squeeze your thighs together. “I’m yours, Chris. No matter what.” You manage to catch his eyes once before adding, “I love you, too.”

You watch as his eyes shine before they fall closed. “You heard?”

“I thought it was a fever dream until earlier on the road home. We can talk later if you want but we should still talk.” Your fingers play with the ends of his hair. The same silky texture and midnight shade as the wolf from earlier. You can feel his indecision so you make it for him.

Using one of your fingers to tilt his chin up, you lean down and kiss him. With you leading the kiss, Chris completely submits, whining into your mouth as your tongue sweeps into his mouth to taste him. Your fingers now fully thread into his hair, tugging softly to angle his head just right so you can slow the way your lips meet and tease him more. His whimper as your tongue rolls against his makes your core clench. On reflex, your hips rock against his and that is when he snaps.

His hand moves to your throat and Chris breaks the kiss, pinning you in place. A wicked grin comes to his lips and it’s your turn to whimper under his gaze. “You’ll let me fuck you in the middle of the forest?” The pressure on your throat spikes your arousal and it makes Chris’s mouth water at the smell. 

“One night, I’ll let you hunt me.”

He groans and thrusts his cock up against you and you can feel, almost obscenely, how hard his cock is through the sweats he pulled on. “Baby, you can’t just say that shit. I need to be gentle the first time.”

You nod and relax in his hold. “Take me to bed, Chris.”

“My pleasure, my beautiful mate.” His hands are back on your ass, loving the way your flesh gives under his grip. “So fucking perfect. I love you so much.” His lips find yours as he slowly makes his way to the bedroom.

Sliding your hands over his shoulders, you shiver as he slides his hands to your thighs. A growl rumbles through him as he lays you down on the bed, spreading you out for him. Slowly, his eyes locked on yours, he slots himself flush with your core and grinds against you. “Fuck, you already feel so good against me. So goddamn soft.” 

“Chris, please,” your voice is soft as you beg for him to do more. 

He groans when your legs wrap around his waist, holding him against you as you grind yourself up to him. “And so strong. You’ll be able to handle me, won’t you, my baby girl?”

“Yes!” He smirks as your voice rises in pitch while you continue to writhe against him. 

“Good girl.” Chris unlocks your legs and leans down to soothe your whimpers and whines with his lips. As he kisses you breathless, his hands manage to get your jeans open and start to tug them off. He tosses them over his shoulder before turning his attention down to the black lace panties you’re wearing. “You’re soaked for me, aren’t you baby girl?” 

“I have been all day, Chris.” You’re watching him take you in, surprised that you only feel more turned on by the lust in his eyes and the hard outline of his cock in his sweats. His cock has started leaking where it rests, just under the waistband. 

He licks his bottom lip and moves his fingers over your thighs, spreading you open for him. “My poor baby. I bet this beautiful pussy is throbbing and swollen, begging for me.”

His thumbs pull your panties down in one swipe, tossing them over his shoulder. Finally, his eyes leave your face and they slide over your body, stopping to notice your pebbles nipples straining against the shirt you’re wearing. His hands come to cup your breasts through the thin black material, groaning as he finally feels their weight in his hands.

“Careful, baby.” You warn before pulling your shirt off, adjusting his hands lower away from the wound.

“I’m so sorry. I’m getting impatient when I shouldn’t be. You have no idea how long I have wanted this, baby girl.” He leans down and when you expect him to tease your breasts, his lips meet yours in a slow kiss that is all teeth and tongue. 

Your hands slip down his chest and under the hem of his shirt, letting your fingers graze the corded muscle at his side. Feeling your nails drag over his skin, Chris groans into the kiss, leaning down to cage you under him. He breaks from the kiss and nuzzles his nose with yours.

You smile and remove your hands from his shirt and bring them to cup his face. “Lay back for me?” The whimper that leaves him makes you clench, more arousal seeping from you. “Please, baby? Please relax and let me love you?”

“You’re making my head spin, baby girl.” He sits up, pulls his shirt off, and then moves onto his back, his hands moving to help guide you to straddle him. “Fuck, you don’t even know how hot you look right now.” 

You had a feeling his idea and yours were two totally different images but with the way he is looking at you, you decided not to disagree. Instead you place your hands on his chest for balance and tilt your head to the side. Curiously you ask, “how do I look, Christopher?” His reaction to your question was not what you expected. 

To his ears, your voice dropped and had a rasp to it, giving it the best, nastiest kind of sultry edge to it. Then, with your hands on his chest, your hips, the fucking gloriously full flare of them rolled so your core slide over his. Lastly, hearing his full name drip from your lips is enough to make him want to throw you over his shoulder and disappear into the woods for a week.

He groans and when your hands slip lower on his chest, your hips still fucking rolling that perfect amount of friction right where he needs it, Chris knows he’s not going to last.

“Like a goddess.” He starts rambling, feeling his cock throb with each roll of your hips. “Baby, if you don’t stop-,”

“Cum for me, baby.” Your lips trail from his collarbones over his pectoral muscles. “You deserve it, my love. I want to make you feel good.”

“Oh, you’re making me feel so fucking good. I’ve just waited too goddamn long for this to cum in my pants like I’m 14 again.” He growls out through clenched teeth but he is still yet to stop you. 

“I’ve wanted you too, Chris.” Your teeth graze over the hard line of his pectoral muscle as your eyes meet his. “From the moment I woke up and you were perched in the chair. So handsome, so worried.” You sink lower, letting your lips and tongue trace over the definition on his abdomen. 

Threading his fingers into your hair, Chris has his bottom lip between his teeth as he watches you acquaint yourself with his body. He flexes multiple times as you kiss lower until you get to his sweats. Your beautiful eyes look up to meet him and he’s lucky he didn’t blow in his pants. 

“Just the tip and I’ll cum in your mouth like you want me, baby girl.” His hands move to shimmy down his sweats, stopping just shy of the base. 

"Baby girl, my beautiful mate.” One hand moves from your hair to cup your cheek as his thumb caresses the skin there.

“I’m all yours, handsome. I have been since you welcomed me home.” You place a quick lick to his navel before turning your focus back down. “I’ve been dreaming of getting you in my mouth.” Your lips kiss over each inch of skin you reveal.

“Oh,” you breathe when you take in the curve of his thickness. “Baby, you’re so hard.” You slide your fingers up his shaft, watching his hips twitch.

Chris groans and his head thumps against the headboard as his eyes close. “Your fault.”

“Should I apologize?”

“Never.” 

“Good because I wasn’t going to.” You smirk before leaning down and taking him into your mouth, moaning softly at the musky taste of him.

“Oh fucking-, your mouth-h, ah fuck, baby girl,” Chris is a mess above you as your lips have only curls around the head, swirling and teasing your way around it until you find that spot that makes it cock jump between your lips. You’re rewarded with a flood of precum which you swallow, letting Chris feel the suction that makes.

“Hands, give me your hands.” As you take more of him, your hands move up and into his awaiting palms. His grip is hard but not enough to hurt. He has to hold them or he’s going to shove that sinful fucking mouth of yours down to the base and make you gag. “Fuck, you’re so goddamn good for me.”

Without your hands, you’re forced to balance yourself with your elbows on his thighs making you shift when he does. You giggle and the vibrations alone, not even considering the fact that you’re having fun with his cock in your mouth, shoots him to the edge.

“Baby! I’m going to-o, fucking shit, oh goddamn!” You shift as you feel his cock swell as he approaches his climax before taking him deeper, letting the head bump the back of your throat as he cums. 

His groans of your name could rattle the windows as he gently thrusts his hips up into your lips. “Good fucking, girl. My good fucking girl. That’s it, take it.” His filth comes out in heaving breaths as his hips continue to pump into your mouth. 

Once his body has relaxed, you slowly pull up, opening your mouth slightly to allow the small amount of saliva and his spend drip down onto his cock and the sweats. Chris watches and licks his dry lips before he sits up to pull you in for a devouring kiss. His hands grip your hair, holding you at the angle he wants as he licks into your mouth growling when tastes himself. 

The kiss is nasty, all teeth and tongues as his cock twitches, still rock hard between you. Slowly, you stroke him, slipping down over his sweats, trying to get a feel how big he actually is. 

Chris groans and grips your hands to halt your movements. “Wait, before anything else happens.” His face flushes. “It’s not like human males. Well mostly, as you saw, but from what we have gathered, wolves have something extra at the base.”

“What is it?”

“A knot.”

Your eyes widen, “knot?”

Chris leans back and scrubs his hands over his face. “Fuck, I knew we should have talked first.”

You tilt your head, confused. “Are we compatible?”

“Oh, fuck yes baby, just have to go really slow and it might take some time before I can knot you.” His face is crimson as he watches your face.

You shake your head and pull his hands from his face. “I’ll adapt. It’s okay. Let me just make you feel good and we’ll go over the rest later.”

A low whine comes from him as your palm grazes his knot and you pull away from the kiss. “Is this,-?”

Chris nods and you feel his cock twitch. “Yes.” He breathes and then he arches, groaning as your thumb presses into his knot once more, massaging it softly. “Oh fuck, baby girl, you can’t-t,”

Biting your bottom lip, you watch as the angry red tip of his cock leaks precum profusely. “Sensitive. Got it.” Stroking him slowly, you notice a couple other differences between his cock and the few human males you have seen. The thick vein that runs up the bottom of a human’s shaft you see a thick vein that curls up around his shaft. The thickness and length are other apparent differences. 

“Come here, baby girl.” Chris reaches down for you. “If you make me cum now, I’m going to pass out and be no good. Let me make you feel good.”

What he meant was “let me throw you on your back and bury my face between your legs”. 

He’s made you cum at least twice on his tongue only and now he’s added his fingers. He’s been working on stretching you slowly, he knew it would be a task when you whimper with just his first finger. You had told him before that it had been a long time since someone has touched you and he remembers the cold pit in his stomach at the thought. 

“This is how you should be treated. Every fucking night baby girl. Spread out to have your beautiful pussy kissed and stretched.” His voice deep and gravelly as his eyes look up to meet yours. “You’ll never know another day without being filled, my beautiful mate.” He leans back down, to circle your clit with his tongue. 

Chris teases your clit while his fingers forcibly stretch your walls to take them. You whimper and whine, pulling at his hair. You’re writhing and he’s so fucking enchanted by you that he doesn’t notice how much his cock is leaking against the sheets.

“Chris, please,” you have been begging for him to fill you with every finger he’s added.

“Soon, baby girl. Soon, I’ll fill you up just like you want. I just don’t want to hurt you.” Gently you feel him add a third, sucking your clit between his lips, smirking against you. “You’re going to cum, I can feel it.” He moves them slowly to allow you a chance to adjust before he curls them and digs them into the spot he discovered which will make you drip down his wrist.

“Yes!” Your hips roll down over his face, grinding your clit into his face as his three fingers work to massage and stretch open your walls. “Don’t stop, baby, please!”

“Never, baby girl. Be my good girl and cum for me one more time.”

All it takes is for him to drag his fingers over that spot deep inside of you once more and for him to go back to suckling on your clit for you to spill over into your third orgasm. You scream his name as you try to push his face away. He smirks and shakes his head to stimulate you more, moving his fingers faster over that spot. 

“Chris! Oh fuck baby, yes, right there!” Your back is arched off the bed as he drags out this orgasm. You feel the hot coil of your release tightening again. You’re incoherently whimpering as your body chases the never ending high.

Slowly, Chris drags his tongue over your clit, moaning against you as he feels your release start to leave you. It’s spilling down his wrist and onto the bed. Above him you’re screaming his name as the coil finally snaps. 

Loud, unfiltered cries leave you as you squirt over his palm and down his wrist. Your fingers are still in his hair when he pulls back from your clit to watch as your release floods out of you and soaks the sheets below you. “That’s my good girl. So fucking good for me.” 

As you come down, his fingers slowly pull out of your swollen and drenched pussy. Chris groans as he watches more of your release drip from you without his fingers inside you. “Fuck,” He licks over his lips before he gently licks your slit from bottom to top, cleaning you slowly.

Your thighs twitch more violently when overstimulation sets in so you have to push at his head. “Baby, please, I can’t.” 

“Did you know you could do that?” He places a few kisses to your glistening lower lips.

“No. You actually gave me my first non-solo orgasm.” The flush that covers you deepens. 

“You’re kidding.” He frowns, placing kisses over your hips and lower stomach. “Baby, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay, Chris. You have more than made up for it.”

“You deserved so much better out of life.”

“I think fate knew because I got you.” You smile shyly up at him. 

Chris smiles warmly and leans down to take your lips in a heated kiss. He’s so fucking love with you. “Thank you, for trusting me enough to let me in.”

Instead of answering, you lean up and kiss him tasting yourself on his tongue. Something feral unlocks in you and you’re pulling him down on top of you, legs wrapping around his waist. His growl into your mouth spurs you on so you roll your hips up to his, gasping when you feel his cock against your slit.

“You’re still so hard.” You’re soaked core slipping effortlessly with his cock.

He smirks and nods as he sits up, one hand braced by your head, the other spread across your core, his thumb holding his cock against you. His eyes are glued to where he is thrusting slowly, coating himself in you even more.  “Fuck, you feel so good. I’m not going to last long.”

You release the bite you had on your lower lip, your hands moving from his down to his sides. “That’s just fine. I have a feeling we won’t be getting out of bed or leaving the cabin for a while.”

Chris chuckles and nods, "you might be on to something.” He winks before he pulls back and lays on his back once more. With ease he pulls you to straddle him, adjusting your hips so his cock continues to slide through your arousal, coating his shaft in you. He hopes if his cock is wet enough, it will make it easier on you. 

His eyes are on you as your eyes are trained on his cock, now an angry red and leaking consistently against his abdomen.  Reaching up, one of his hands cups your jaw, making your head tilt so you look at him. Your eyes are blown wide and a beautiful flush is covering your cheeks traveling down to your chest. His other hand reaches up and releases your hair from the tie you had it in, the beautiful locks falling over your shoulders.

“Are you ready for me, baby girl?” Biting your bottom lip, you nod and lift your hips on your own, allowing enough space for Chris to grip and position his shaft for you. “Nice and slow, beautiful. You control everything right now so we stop when you say so.”

Your eyes meet his once more as your hands rest on his forearms for balance. “I love you so much, Chris.” You smile softly as his face softens before you watch his head fall back and his jaw drops, a guttural groan leaving him.

Slowly you started to sink down onto him, the swollen tip of his cock breaching your walls. He’s already stretching you but with the prep easy to take. It’s when you get more of him into you, just about a third of his shaft, is when the burn really kicks in.

Both of you are panting as you move up before coming back down slowly, coating his shaft with your arousal to ease your slide down. “So fucking big, Chris.”

His growl rumbles through his chest as he bites his bottom lip to keep himself from snapping his hips up into you. The view he has is driving him insane. Watching his shaft disappear into your pussy, feeling your tight walls flutter around him as his girth forces them to stretch around him. 

After many tortuous rounds of your hips rising and falling on his cock, you are finally fully seated on him, all the way down to his knot. Chris groans loudly, taking in the sight of your lips spread around him, ready to welcome that part of him into you. 

You shift on his lap, trying to ease the pressure and Chris whimpers as if he were in pain, his hands tightening on your hips. You’re panting softly, your hands fisting on his chest as you breathe through the burn of the stretch, knowing that the sooner he lets you move, the better you will feel. 

“You did so fucking good, baby girl. Goddamn you are just, so fucking - holy shit not yet!” His praise ends in a whimper as you start trying to move on him. The slow drag of your walls on his shaft shoving him closer to the edge. His hands grip your hips tightly to still you. “Please, baby girl.”

You bite your bottom lip and nod, slowly settling back down on the pressure of his knot, loving how it just begs to pop past your entrance. Wiggling your hips in his hold, he whines and the sound is broken, pleading. 

“Baby, it’s okay. We have so much more time. You’ve been so hard for so long.” Your hands slide over his chest to his biceps which are flexed with the effort he is putting into holding himself back. “Let me make you feel good now.”

Chris still has his head tilted back, breathing heavily though his nose to try to control himself as his fingers slowly relax and you smile widely. Once his hands are off your hips entirely,  immediately begin to move on him. You moan loudly as his cock massages the overstimulated walls of your pussy, the swollen head grazing not only your gspot each time but as you lower yourself down, it gently taps your cervix making you gasp. 

“Chris, baby, holy shit, you’re so deep.” Your head falls forward between your shoulders as you grind your hips, letting him sink even further into you. Moving your hands back to his chest for leverage, you push softly, lifting yourself slightly so you can spread your legs wider.

As you come back down you feel how much thicker his knot has swollen and you bite your bottom lip, grinding your hips down feeling it press and start to stretch your entrance. 

Your soft moans as you rock your hips against his, letting his shaft massage the deepest parts of you, driving Chris insane. He feels how your pussy is clenching and dripping around his shaft and over his knot making it very difficult not to flip you over and fuck his seed into your womb.

“Chris, baby-,” you gasp as the swollen head rests fully against your cervix now, the foreign pain slowly giving way to pleasure the more his cock swells and leaks inside of you. Your hips start to stutter, overwhelmed by the feeling, a soft whine leaving you. “I can’t-,”

Chris is up and you’re on your back. “I’ve got you baby girl.” He was gentle in laying you down, trying desperately to avoid hearing you hiss in pain again due to your chest. “I’ll try not to go too hard but I can’t promise, baby girl.”

“Don’t, Chris. I want it, please baby.” Threading your fingers into his hair, you smile when he brings his forehead down to meet yours. “I’ll be okay, I promise.”

“I love you so fucking much, baby girl.” He kisses you and it’s slow and sinful as he thrusts back into you, holding you open by your thighs. Your moans get swallowed into the kiss as his tongue meets yours, rolling to match the slow grind of his hips as he works himself to the hilt. 

You both gasp when his knot presses against your entrance, Chris slowly disconnects from the kiss. “Not tonight baby girl, but soon you will take it.” 

“After my chest is healed, you can hunt me in the forest.” You’re panting softly, watching as Chris lets his eyes fall closed. “Then, you can give it to me. On the forest floor.”

“Fuck yes.” He gets lost in the idea of playing that game with you, that as his hips start to pick up their pace, he nearly misses the cues of your climax. He places one quick kiss to your lips before he sits up, pulling your hips up and slipping a pillow under them. From there he spreads you open more, holding you in an almost mating press.

“Chris!” Back arching off the bed, your hands grip his forearms. 

“Mmm, that’s the spot isn’t it baby girl?” He smirks as your nails dig into his skin, another cry of pleasure leaving your lips. “Hold on, my beautiful mate.” 

Chris chases your next climax like a man obsessed. Your walls flutter around him and he can feel your slick leaking down his shaft. The sounds bouncing around the bedroom are enough to drive him mad, the wet obscene sounds of his cock battering your pussy paired with the beautiful cries of his name that fall from your lips. 

He’ll never get tired of the way you scream his name.

Your nails dig into his forearms as you cling to Chris. His thrusts are brutal and you hear the low growl that rumbles through him as his eyes watch where your stretched and swollen pussy take him repeatedly. All you feel is the pleasure he is forcing your body to take and all you can do is cry out his name. 

“Chris,-“

“I know, baby. I know, me too.” He pants before letting go of your thighs, leaning down to one of his elbows beside your head, careful not to put too much weight on the side with your wound. “Cum for me.” His free hand sneaks between your bodies and traces his thumb over your clit slowly.

“Christopher,” His name comes out of you in a pleasured sigh before  he shifts his hips and you feel his cock slam against your cervix. The pressure of his knot trying to squeeze into you, mixed with the slow tease of his thumb on your clit sends you screaming over the edge. His name leaves you in a sob that is nothing to do with pain but everything to do with an overwhelming pleasure. 

Gentle kisses are scattered over your neck and jaw as Chris continues to rock his cock into you. The feeling of your release coating his lower stomach, his thighs and dripping on the bed paired with how your pussy is squeezing him sends him right behind you. 

His forehead falls into your neck as his thrusts fall out of rhythm and he slams home one last time, releasing hard. Your name is a growl followed by a whimper as he grinds his cock deeper, fighting the urge and instinct to knot you.

“So fucking perfect, baby girl.” He whispers praise and worship as he presses deep into you one more time, allowing his cock to be the plug that holds your release against your womb. “Good fucking girl, fucking taking all of it.”

You both lay there, a tangled mess of sweat and other bodily fluids, panting heavily as you come back to yourselves. Your chest stings a little but when you open your eyes to see Chris smiling down at you in awe, you seem to ignore the pain. Returning his smile, you reach up to brush his bangs from his eyes, taking in his beautiful amber eyes.

He leans down and captures your lips in a lazy but still vile kiss that is all tongue, like he can taste your post-orgasmic high. His growl makes you clench around him, setting off another chain of events. Chris grinds slowly into you, forcing some of his release from you but the way his cock brushes against your sensitive walls almost brings tears to your eyes. 

You pull back with a gasp as Chris kisses down your jaw and over your neck, nuzzling his nose against it before placing gentle kisses and licks along the line of your jugular. “Oh my god, Chris.”

“You just feel so fucking good.” His teeth graze where your mate mark will go, making you arch up to him. “That’s my good girl, just feel.”

He proceeds to pull more orgasms from you and as he grinds his second deeper against your cervix. His head falls to rest against your collarbone, most of his weight resting on you now. Smiling softly to yourself as your hands rub up and down his back, you notice he is still swollen and hard inside of you. 

“Holy shit, Chris, you’re still so hard.”

He flushes and nods, “if my knot was in you, we’d be stuck for a while.”

“Can we take a bath and you tell me all about it?”

He nods, “of course. I can’t make any promises that I’ll keep my hands to myself.”

“I wouldn’t dream of asking you to do so.”

The smile on his face is blinding before he leans down and places a gentle kiss to your lips. “I love you, my darling mate.”

“I love you too, Chris. My savior.” You smile and nuzzle your nose with his. “My alpha.”

Chris groans and instinct makes his hips grind into you, causing you to cry out. The sound that movement makes, the wet slide of his cock pushing into you filing the silence. 

“You might actually cause me to lose my mind.” He whimpers as his cock swells more, pressing tighter against your overly sensitive walls. “We might not be making it to the shower anytime soon.”

You giggle softly and nod, "that's okay baby. I’m all yours.”

His smirk is wolfish, making you flush. “Damn right you are.”

Epilogue

Your feet pound against the freshly grown clover carpet of the forest. Spring has hit Horizon Forest but you can’t stop to admire the beauty. You have to run and you have to get away.

Behind you, miles away is the howl you have been waiting for.

Chris has gotten out of the basement.

It’s been six months since your first night with Chris. Since then, there has been a lot of development and adjusting you have had to make. Chris has had to make his fair share of adjustments too. 

Like accepting your help during his rut. 

Which started yesterday. Tonight is the night before the full moon, when his desire is the strongest. His instincts tell him that tonight is the best night to spread the wolf seed and expand the species. To breed.

This is also the night you two decided he gets to hunt you.. 

“So, can we return to the whole “fucking you in the forest” thing because I would really, really like to discuss that.” 

“Chris, it’s not even 6am.”

“I can’t help it. You have said it no less than five times in the last month.”

“Well, if you can find me, you can knot me.” You shrug, pouring your coffee into your favorite mug. “Simple.”

“Baby, my senses are heightened. It would be a bad sign if I lost.”

You shrug and turn to lean against the kitchen counter. His eyes are trained on your face, watching for a reaction you are not giving away. Slowly, you raise your coffee to your lips and take a small sip. “Win- win for me.” You wink and enjoy watching the cute flush crawl up his neck.

After your injury, Chris told you everything. Some things you had inklings about but others took you by surprise. 

He is a seventh generation werewolf and after losing his parents in a hunter attack, he sentenced himself to a life of isolation.

“We fought that night and I stormed out telling them I felt smothered. They died before I got to apologize.” His eyes were wet but no tears fell, he had done his mourning and had worked through a lot of his pain with the previous alpha of the pack. “So I came here, where my family has had land and I built this cabin.”

“Why don’t you stay with the pack?” 

“Felix and Jeongin are the only ones who stay on pack property for good. Felix needs to be where everyone can find him. Jeongin keeps busy by making sure the houses are in order.”

“Do any of the other guys have mates?”

Chris shakes his head. “Sadly no. None of them have found theirs yet but they all have female wolves they can turn to during the rut to safely get through it.”

“What did you do?”

“Before?” You nod. He wrings his hands in his lap. “It all depended. Before I was alpha, I was with a different woman every month, that’s just how we are. Sometimes we find a connection that makes us commit but most of the time we’re all pretty open.” 

When you’re silent, he continues after a deep breath. “After I became alpha, my ruts became different. They’re a day longer and it’s pretty continuous. Most females have their heats around the same time so it’s easy to keep up with regular wolves but alphas are much more intense about it. Most females cannot handle it.”

“What else is different?”

Chris flushes and looks down at his hands, “only alphas have knots and the sizing is increased slightly to produce and ejaculate more seed.”

You nod slowly, starting to understand.” So the knots are?”

“Plugs. They start growing at arousal and right before climax, if an alpha can get the female to agree, he will get the knot into her before it swells completely. It is locking them together for an extended period of time to ensure the seed is properly absorbed into the womb. Usually, the female heats during ovulation periods so it does end in a successful pregnancy.”

You’ve tilted your head and have been nodding with everything he is saying. “That is so interesting. I had no idea that was even a thing.”

“Shifters are still relatively unknown to human kind. Vampires came out of the dark and some other things followed but shifters like to stick to the privacy of their own kind.”

“So why me, then?”

Chris looks up at you, only seeing curiosity. “I’m not entirely sure. The pack’s theory is that  you offered unquestionable devotion. After I found you, you made your way back to me, even if it was unintentional.”

“So, have you been with anyone else during your ruts? Before we happened?”

He reaches out and touches your ankle, sliding his thumb over the delicate bone, just needing to touch you. “I had one of the guys lock me in the basement of the alpha house during the first rut after I dropped you off at the ranger station when you deemed yourself ready to return to the city.”

“You have been going to the reservation and getting yourself locked in a basement for the last almost 12 months?”

He nods. “ I only wanted you.”

Your heart flutters and you smile warmly at him, reaching up to cup his cheek. He nuzzles into your palm and places a gentle kiss to the pulse point on your wrist. “So you’ve never tried with a human?” 

Chris shakes his head and leans his head back against the arm curled under his head. “Never. You would be my first, if I allow it.” He stops you before you can disagree. “Your skeletal system is slightly weaker than a wolf’s, baby girl. If I move you too roughly, I could break something. If I press too hard in the wrong place, I could kill you. During those days, the wolf is the one entirely in control.”

“To breed a new generation.” Your voice is soft and Chris can’t help but notice the subtle shift in your thighs under the covers, the scent of your arousal stirring his own.  

A low growl rolls through his chest as he closes his eyes and lays back completely, facing the ceiling. “You’re not supposed to be turned on. You’re supposed to be nervous.”

“I trust you with my life. I have shown you that time and time again. I know you used to come curl up either under the window or at the foot of the bed in your wolf form.” You crawl down to straddle him, settling your weight over the thick, pulsing outline of his cock. “You won’t hurt me baby.”

Chris groans when your hips rock against his, “you’ll be the death of me, baby girl.”

“Then I’ll be right beside you, my love.” You lean down and press your lips to his.

That is how you ended up here, running through the forest towards your cabin located in the north east side of Horizon Forest. 

Chris was once again going to get himself “locked” in the basement. This time there are no locked doors, Changbin chained him to the wall instead. Mostly just to give you as much time as you needed to run around the forest before he can get out and start the hunt. 

You spent all day walking around the Forest. From the cabin, to the ranger station, then to some of your favorite spots. As night fell, your anticipation grew but so did your excitement. You took the truck to the edge of the pack’s land and checked your map once more. This was very thought out on your part, Chris didn’t want to know in hopes of making the chanse that more fun for him as well. 

You were headed to the first “check point” on your maps when you heard another howl, closer this time. You knew he would find you but you wanted to make it difficult. Make him earn the frenzied sex he was going to give you. Stopping for a moment, you remove your shoes, socks, and jacket. They each get tossed as hard as you can into different directions. Satisfied, you take off into a thicket of tall bushes, knowing there are trees you can climb on the other side. 

There are no thorns you have to worry about as you pick your way through. You freeze, hoping to pick up another howl or something to indicate where Chris is. An annoyed snarl rips through the air from behind you. He’s at the crossroads you tossed your decoys at.

Across the clearing, you see the giant maple tree. The one you need to get into to hopefully throw him off. The scent of that tree might mask yours enough to grant you a little more time to confuse him. 

Another snarl comes from behind you and you hear him breaking through the brush.

“Fuck.” You take off across the clearing, trying to get to the tree as fast as possible. 

Instead you make it to the first tree and you throw yourself around it just as he stops still hidden within the thicket. He’s tracking you, trying to decide where you went. You breathe as quietly as you can, trying to calm your racing heartbeat, knowing he can hear it but not sure which direction it is coming from. 

After standing still for a few minutes, you decide to make a move. Just as you crouch down to head to the next shelter tree a couple yards away, your knees crack. You curse and Chris howls, finally knowing the direction you went.

You sprint through the trees, not caring if he can see you. All you can do is put as much space between you before he inevitably catches you. Aside from your panting, you hear the powerful footfalls of the alpha wolf from behind you.

Chris told you he was fast but you didn’t expect this.

At the last minute, you decide to change direction, one last time. This direction will lead you to a meadow of soft grass and wildflowers. The grass might be tall enough to hide if you can get to it before he does. 

His snarl as you leave his line of sight once again makes you smirk. You were never athletic but being with Chris has helped your stamina, in more ways than one. For this game, you’ll be damned if you don’t give it your all. You have to assume he isn’t hunting you at full power and knowing that he is playing with you as much as you are makes you excited.

As soon as you make it to the grass, you zig and zag through it before eventually stopping and crouching down, trying to remain still, letting the tall blade of grass settle around you. Your forehead goes to your knees as you force your breathing to slow. 

Your ears pick up on the sound of the grass parting, he’s close again. Knowing it is futile, you’re up and running again as fast as you can. Managing to make it a few more yards, you soon feel arms wrap tightly around your waist and you’re pulled to the ground.

The pair of you roll through the grass and onto the bed of wild flowers, Chris ending up above you. His face is flushed, his body running warmer than usual, he’s breathing heavily, and his usually amber eyes are black as the night around you. His smirk is wicked, his bangs falling into his eyes as he gazes down at you.

You feel the sweat of exertion trickling down your temples, there are leaves in your hair, and you know you look a little crazed but you smile up at your husband. “You caught me.”

“You and I both knew I would.” His voice is rough from his pleas and shouts at you before his wolf takes over. 

Chris is naked between your legs and you can feel the full, hard weight of him pressing against your leggings. His nose finds yours to nuzzle softly before he captures your lips in a searing kiss. Your arms come up to wrap around his neck but he quickly grabs each wrist in one of his hands, pinning them above your head. When you gasp, he takes the chance to slip his tongue between your lips to roll against yours just as he grinds his hips down.

The searing heat of his cock pressing against you makes you whimper and wrap your legs around his waist, moving your hips with his. It’s filthy and uncoordinated as he thrusts against you, the friction against his weeping cock making him growl into the kiss. Each snap sends his shaft dragging over your clit and you feel how ruined your panties and leggings are. Not just from your arousal but from his cock leaking against you as well. 

You’re both now just openly panting into each other’s mouths, his free hand shifting down and you soon feel the cool spring air on your slick and swollen pussy. You arch up, trying to get closer, aching for him.

“Chris, please,”

He groans as his cock slips between your folds and whimpers as his head drops to your shoulder. “Begging for me already?” You whimper and try to press yourself up to him. “Let me stretch you baby girl. I gotta make sure this pussy is ready before I take you.”

Nodding slowly, you force yourself to relax. The smile Chris gives you as a reward makes you clench around nothing. It’s full of teeth and you know he’s doing this for you because once that moon is at its peak in the sky, things will change. He’ll still be human but his wolf will control things, making Chris basically a mindless, breeding machine. 

“That’s my good girl. Relax and let me take care of you. The quicker I can loosen you up, the sooner you’re taking my cock.” He’s released your hands now, fully ripping your leggings off, gazing down at your swollen folds. “Goddamn, I need you to cum on my tongue.”

His nose drags over your neck, while his hips return to their relentless grind against yours, making you drip into the forest floor beneath you. “You smell so fucking good, baby girl.” 

“Baby, please, I need you.” Your whimper breaks off, the ache of emptiness making your voice waver. “I need something.”

His lips are at your neck, kissing over the mate mark he gave you the night of your wedding. The perfect half moon bite mark that Hyunjin tattooed to make sure it remained. Chris had to be removed from the Forest entirely while it was happening. 

“Fuck, when you beg for me so prettily, it makes it hard to say no.” 

You feel like you could cry. The pulse in your core and the feeling of having his cock so close to where you crave it but the relentless teasing is driving you crazy. Your fingers lace into your hair, trying to ground yourself as Chris growls and shoves down your body. 

He heaves your legs over his shoulders and gives you no warning before he drives in, licking a broad stripe up your slit. The groan that escapes him at your taste causes you to gasp, it sounds painful and that is when you realize he is trembling between your legs. 

Quickly he makes a drooling mess of your core and all you can do is hold on, loving the way he’s spread you open, his thumbs spreading your lips as his tongue fucks itself into you. Every so often he slurps your essence loudly and shakes his head from side to side, stimulating your clit with his nose. It is so obscenely messy but you love every second of it, your soaked pussy adding to the mess.

Your hands reach down and thread into his hair as your back arches off the forest floor. He growls and shoves his tongue noisily in and out of you, still slurping anything that leaks from you. 

“Chris! I’m-,”

“Cum.” It’s a growled command of a voice that doesn’t sound like Chris and it makes your hair stand on end. 

His wolf has come to play. 

The way the tongue flattens and focuses on your clit as he tests your entrance. One finger, followed by a second, then easily followed by a third. With his fingers stretching you, his tongue laps at your clit in long, languid licks. You grind against his tongue trying to get more friction. You feel the stretch as his pinky lips are in, giving you the fullest stretch to make sure you take his cock with little to no pain, for the most part. 

“Baby, oh my god!” You’re sitting up now, one hand braced on the ground behind you, the other still in his hair as you roll your hips against his face. 

His fingers are moving at the angle he knows will devastate  your gspot and within seconds he has his fingers battering the sensitive deep spot. You can hardly breathe with how quickly he is sending you up the climb to your climax and you can feel that release building. 

“Give me.” His voice is fully animalistic now, deeper and rougher as he watches his fingers drive you to your release. He leans in and sucks on your clit holding it between his lips as his tongue teases it slowly. 

“Chris! Oh my god, oh my god!” You’re screaming as your climax hits you like a freight train. 

“Yes,” Chris stares as your release squirts out of you, covering his wrist, his chin and neck. “Yes,” his groans rumble against your skin as he licks you slowly through it, twisting his fingers in and out of you. 

When his fingers slip from you, he groans and lays his tongue flat against your entrance and licks hard to “clean” you off. “So sweet, my mate.” He sits up, pulling you onto his thighs and kisses you, not shying away from letting you taste yourself on his lips. 

Moaning into the kiss, you slide one of your hands over his shoulders and the other down until it meets with the swollen bulb at the base of his cock. He whimpers as his hips fuck into your hand, desperate for a release. You feel hot drops of liquid that have leaked from the beautifully swollen head and land in your palm as you drag your hand up the throbbing shaft. 

“Flip me over and fuck me, alpha.” You whisper against his lips and Chris snarls, his cock throbbing and growing in your hand. 

The rut is in full effect now. 

Quickly, he has you on your knees, your chest pressed into the cool earth. Your spine is arched and your legs are spread enough for him to have a perfect, unobstructed view of your glistening sex. A sick smirk is on his lips as he watches your pussy literally drip onto the ground for him. He moves to his knees behind you, dragging his cock through the wetness that is still leaking from you, coating himself in you.

Leaning his chest along your back, a gentle kiss comes to your shoulder and to the side of your head. “I love you so much, baby girl. Tell me if it’s too much. I’ll try my hardest to reign it in.”

You smile and tilt your head to softly press yours to his, “I’m going to be fine, baby. Now please give us both what we have been waiting for.”

“As you wish, my beautiful, brave mate.” He places another soft kiss to your head as one hand guides his cock into you, groaning as he feels your slick, tight heat sucking him deeper. “Fuck, even your pussy is begging for me to breed you.”

You whimper and nod, “yes baby. Knot me, breed me.”

Chris whines and drops his head to rest on your spine between your shoulders. Even after taking his fingers with ease, he knew his cock was still going to be a challenge. During the week of his rut, his cock always hung heavier, sat taller, stretched thicker.

You clench around him once the burn gets almost unbearable, causing his hips to stop. A soft whimper leaves you as his hips gently roll, continuing to sink himself deeper, forcing your walls to stretch for him. 

His fingers circle your swollen clit slowly, making you gasp and rock back to his cock. Your legs spread on their own, as you arch more and press back, trying to take more of him in. Chris groans and manages to slip his cock deeper into you. Your pussy is soaking his cock, mixing with the thick beads of his own precum as he finally manages to shove the last few inches into you.

You moan loudly, feeling the pressure of his knot against your entrance, the bulbous head of his cock grinding against your gspot with each shallow thrust he makes. The sight of his swollen knot pressing against your beautiful stretched walls makes a growl leave Chris. 

“Mine.” You shift, trying to move onto your hands but Chris growls and his hand finds the back of your neck pressing enough to keep your chest to the ground as the other holds your hip in a bruising grip. Satisfied you won’t move, his hips start trusting, devastating you almost instantly.

“Oh fuck, Chris,” you whimper as the sensations threaten to overwhelm you. Each thrust has him against the deepest parts of you but still stimulating the spongy spot he can find with his eyes closed. The stretch that his shaft forced on your walls makes them feel extra sensitive to him so within moments you’re a whimpering and moaning mess, crying into the Forest floor.

The sounds that pass between the two of you are feral and down right cause for concern if anyone were to stumble across you. His hips are slamming into your ass, the skin on skin bouncing off the trees. The wet sound of your pussy sucking his cock in deeper as you drip down his shaft. Your cries of pleasure as he forces your body to feel pleasure you have never known before. His growls and groans as he ruts into you with the sole purpose of putting a new generation of wolf into you. 

“Chris!” You go to slide your hand under you but his hands move to grab both of yours, pinning you to the forest floor beneath him. The weight of him pushing you flat to your stomach as well. You are at his mercy and you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

Releasing his white knuckle grip on your wrists, his fingers shift so he can lace them with yours. The simple intimate act makes your heart swell and you squeeze his hand softly. “That’s it baby, you’re making me feel so fucking good.”

His whimper resonates against your neck as his teeth scrape the skin softly. His hips have slowed down but the force of his thrusts have not eased. “All mine.” He licks over the mate mark before he bites down.

You cry out his name just as he groans, feeling your walls clamp down around him. He releases your neck and licks over the fresh bite marks slowly, his hips starting a slow, deep grind into you. He’s getting close and you can feel how his cock is swelling, the knot pulsing hotly against your entrance.

“Chris, make me cum baby. It’ll make it so easy for you to knot me. For you to breed me, please.” You whimper before moaning loudly as Chris releases one of your hands and moves it so his fingers expertly circle your clit while stimulating your gspot with every thrust. 

His deep growls rumble through his chest to vibrate against your back as he snaps his hips harder. With the way he is slamming his cock against your cervix and the tight circles he makes on your clit, your orgasm slams into you without much more warning. 

Your scream of his name echoes through the forest as your walls clamp down around his shaft, your release flooding the ground below you and dripping over your thighs. Your body heaves with your breaths, struggling with the weight of the man above you.

Chris lifts his weight off of your back as he feels you struggle to get air, his palms resting on either side of your head as his knees rest on either side of your hips. With each deep grind, he continues to fill you, groaning when he feels your falls fluttering and clutching him. 

Behind you, Chris’s hips start to stutter and he whimpers lowly, forehead dipping to rest against your back. “Good girl.”

“Oh fuck, Chris.” You raise to your elbows, moving your hair to one side, showing your mate mark which he instantly leans forward and latches onto, sucking and licking over the mark. “Mmm, open my legs baby.”  

He growls, not wanting to stop his climb to his orgasm but deep inside his wolf brain, your husband knows you’re right. Without withdrawing from you, he shifts to move your legs, one at a time from between his legs. From here, he gets you both up on your knees. 

The pace Chris sets rewards him with more of your slick dripping down his shaft and over his thighs as he slams into your gspot. It only takes a couple more thrusts and Chris slides his hands down to cup your mound, holding you against him.

“Keep being my good girl and take it.” His hips press him deep, the slow deep stretch filling you deliciously. You feel him grind deeper, almost impossibly so but then comes the resistance.

His knot.

His fingers work your clit to help you relax as Chris continues to thrust his release deeper into you. Gentle lips find the side of your head as you moan and dip your hips and press back, trying to aid him. “Relax for me, baby girl. You’ve done so good for me.” With his soft words, you nod and take a breath to relax. Your thighs are still twitching from your orgasm.

Then you feel it. His hand on your hip guides you back as he slowly rolls it hips in. He roars into the night as his orgasm finds him. The immense pressure and what feels like a “pop” as his knot finally sinks into you. 

Chris groans heavily as his orgasm reaches a second peak, flooding you with more of his release. He holds you to him by the hand on your mound and rocks himself deeper into you, fully sealing his knot into you. The other hand moves up to cup your throat softly, pulling you onto his thighs when he sits back on his haunches, sinking you deeper onto him. 

“Fucking take it, my perfect mate.” He growls against your ear as your pussy flutters around him. “Cum.” His fingers are drawing lazy circles on your clit.

You’re stretched fuller than you ever have been before but you have also never felt better. His fingers circling your clit as the hand on your throat plays with your breath, making you feel deliciously light headed. 

And the way his cock is pressing everywhere inside of you, rubbing every spot, even the ones you didn’t know about, when he commands you to cum, it takes no time for you to soak him once again. 

The hand on your throat is tight enough that your scream is silenced but that just adds to the pleasure coursing through your body. Chris releases your throat and slows his fingers on your clit to help you ride your climax out, his lips on your mate mark once again. 

Slowly, you sink back into him, letting his arms support you. He chuckles softly and presses you tightly to his chest as he shifts to lay you both on your sides. “We’re going to be here a while.”

You nod and rest your head on his bicep, noticing his body has cooled slightly. He’s still incredibly warm but it seems like the height of the rut for the moment has passed. His arm draped over you keeps you plenty warm as you relax in the clearing of soft grass and wild flowers. 

“You did so good for me, baby girl.” His voice is soft as his lips press to the back of your head. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, baby.” It’s then you notice his arm is resting below your navel, where your womb is currently flooded with his seed. “Do you think it’ll take?”

“Even if it takes a few moon cycles for your ovulation to sync up with the rut, I don’t mind practicing.” You giggle tiredly and Chris groans as your walls clench and release around him. “You’re going to kill me, woman.” His nose nuzzles into the spot behind your ear where your scent is the most potent. He already knows it will not take. 

Not this time.

You hadn't planned to lose yourself in the woods. The day had started so simply...a clear sky, the sun shining just warm enough to draw you outside. You told yourself you needed the break, just somewhere quiet for a few hours where you could turn off your brain. Something about the woods had always called to you, and though you didn't know them well, the little trailhead near the edge of town seemed inviting enough.

But that was hours ago. Now, you couldn't tell where you were. The trees all looked the same, their towering silhouettes blotting out the last traces of daylight. The path you thought you'd been following had vanished, replaced by endless stretches of moss and shadow.

You tried to stay calm, telling yourself that if you just kept moving, you'd find your way back. But as the minutes dragged on, calmness gave way to unease. The air felt heavier here, clinging to your skin. And then, just as the first chill of night crept over your arms, something in you shifted.

It started as warmth, nothing unusual...at first, you chalked it up to exertion. But then the warmth grew, spreading through your limbs and pooling low in your belly. Your breaths came faster, your pulse racing in a way you couldn't explain. A faint dizziness followed, making you stumble and grip a tree for balance.

"What... what's happening to me?" you whispered aloud.

No one answered. The forest was eerily quiet now, as though even the animals were holding their breath.

Your legs felt weak, your body trembling as the heat surged again. This time, it wasn't just warmth, it was fire. A desperate, aching fire that made your head spin. You sank to the ground, unable to keep standing, clutching at the damp earth as though it could somehow anchor you.

A strange scent filled your nose...earthy and rich, yet sharp enough to make your head swim. You had no idea where it was coming from, but it mingled with the unbearable heat coursing through you, tightening its grip on your senses. It felt impossible to think, to focus on anything but the desperate ache building in your body.

Your hands clutched at the moss beneath you, and you let out a shaky breath, your voice breaking into a low whimper. You didn't understand what was happening...why you felt like this, why the fire in your veins only seemed to intensify with each passing second.

Through the haze, you thought you heard footsteps. At first, you dismissed it as the pounding of your heart in your ears, but then it came again, steadily moving closer.

"Who's there?" you managed to choke out, your voice trembling.

Silence. Then, a figure stepped out from between the trees, his presence commanding yet calm. He wasn't very tall, but he was broad-shouldered, and his dark eyes scanned you quickly, taking in your trembling form on the ground.

"You're going to be okay," he said softly, raising his hands in a gesture of peace. His voice was deep, soothing, but it did little to calm the storm raging inside you.

More figures emerged behind him, stepping out from the shadows one by one. Each of them moved as if a sudden crack of a twig would send you running away; their eyes glowing faintly in the dim light, never leaving you. It felt threatening.

You scrambled back, panic flaring despite your weakened state. "Stay back!" you cried, your voice breaking.

The man in front stopped, crouching slightly to meet your eye level. His expression was calm, almost gentle, but there was something else in his gaze, something primal that made your breath hitch.

"You're in heat," he told you softly.

The words barely registered, tangled in the fog of your mind. "What... what does that even mean?"

The others exchanged glances, and a blonde man with soft features stepped forward, his voice gentle, "You don't know?"

You shook your head, confusion and fear twisting in your chest. "I-I don't know what's happening. I... I was fine, and then..."

The heat surged again, stealing your words and leaving you gasping. Your body trembled violently, and you doubled over, clutching your middle as if you could somehow hold yourself together.

"She's unbonded," one of them murmured, his tone laced with surprise.

"Unbonded and alone?" another muttered. "How is that even possible?"

"Hey, focus," the first man said sharply, cutting off their whispers. His eyes remained locked on you, his expression gentle as he crouched a little closer. "Listen to me. I know you're scared, but we're here to help. You're going through your first heat, and it's... overwhelming you. We can get you somewhere safe."

You shook your head again, your breathing shallow. "I don't understand," you whispered. "What are you talking about?"

The blonde man, the one with the elven features and kind eyes, knelt beside the first. "Your body is reacting to instincts you didn't even know you had," he informed you.

Something deep inside you stirred at the sound of his voice, as though it were unlocking a part of you that had always been there, hidden beneath the surface.

The first man extended a hand toward you, his movements slow. "My name is Chan," he said. "I'm the leader of this pack. We're not going to hurt you, I promise. But you can't stay out here like this...it's too dangerous."

You stared at his hand, your instincts warring with your fear. There was something about him, about all of them, that felt... different. Their presence was almost magnetic, pulling at something inside you that you couldn't name.

The heat surged again, stronger this time, and you cried out, your body curling in on itself. Chan's expression hardened in pity, and before you could protest, he leaned forward and scooped you into his arms.

"Wait..." you gasped, but the words died on your lips as your body melted into his warmth. The scent you'd noticed earlier, earthy and rich, was stronger now, enveloping you and calming the frantic pounding of your heart.

"Easy," he murmured, his voice low and soothing. "We've got you."

The others followed as he carried you deeper into the woods. You could feel their eyes on you, but none of them spoke, their focus entirely on getting you to safety. You should've felt scared about so many strange men taking you somewhere unknown in the woods, but Chan's body was the only thing holding you together right now, it felt necessary.

You weren't sure how much time passed before they brought you to a small, hidden clearing where a cabin stood nestled among the trees. The warmth of the fire spilling through the windows was a stark contrast to the cool night air, and you barely registered the sound of the door opening before Chan carried you inside.

The cabin was cozy, the scent of wood smoke and something faintly sweet filling the air. He placed you gently on a couch near the fire, and the others gathered around, their expressions a mix of concern and curiosity.

"She's burning up," one of them said, his voice sharp with worry.

"She obviously doesn't know what a heat is," another murmured, shaking his head.

"Enough," Chan snapped, his tone firm. He knelt beside you again, his dark eyes meeting yours. "You're safe now. That's all that matters."

Your mind swam with questions, but the heat was relentless, clouding your thoughts and leaving you trembling. You looked at him, your voice barely above a whisper. "What's happening to me?"

He hesitated, glancing at the others before turning back to you. "Your body is reacting the way it's supposed to," he said carefully. "You're an omega, and this is your first heat. It's... a natural part of who you are, but it's a lot to handle, especially without a pack."

His words didn't make sense, but you clung to the soothing tone of his voice, letting it ground you as your body continued to burn.

"We'll help you through this," the blonde man said. "You're not alone anymore."

The heat clawed at you still, refusing to allow even an ounce of relief. It overwhelmed every sense. Your mind barely registered the sounds of the pack moving around you, their low voices blending into the crackle of the fire. You could hear them murmuring, but their words were lost in the haze. All you knew was the fire in your body, the aching need for help from a sensation you didn't understand.

"She's struggling," a voice said, sharp and impatient.

"Of course she is," someone replied. "First heats are unpredictable. She doesn't even know what to do with herself."

"Maybe what she needs is..."

The rest of the sentence was muffled, but you felt the shift in the air almost immediately.

"Lee Know..." Chan shook his head disapprovingly.

Lee Know ignored him, his sharp eyes fixed on you, his expression unreadable, but the intensity of his gaze sent a ripple of something...fear? anticipation? need? through your chest.

"She's in too much distress," he said, his voice low and steady but edged with something primal. "The longer this goes on, the worse it'll be for her. We all know what she needs."

Chan rose to his feet immediately, his body tensing. "Don't," he warned, his tone calm but laced with authority.

"You're the one who told us to help her," he argued, his determination unwavering. "And she's crying out for it, whether she realizes it or not."

"We are helping her," Chan fought. "We're keeping her safe. But that doesn't mean anyone gets to claim her."

Lee Know stopped, his expression hardening. "You're acting like this isn't affecting you too," he said, his voice dropping into a growl. "Her scent is driving all of us insane. I'm just the only one being honest about it."

Chan's voice dropped, low as if he didn't want you to hear. "She's not ours to take. She's vulnerable, scared, and doesn't even understand what's happening to her. Back off."

You tried to sit up, your trembling arms barely able to hold your weight, but the motion sent a fresh wave of dizziness through you.

"Please," you whispered, your voice breaking.

Chan turned to you instantly, his sharp expression softening as he knelt at your side. "It's okay," he murmured, his voice steady. "You're okay. No one's going to hurt you."

Behind him, Lee Know let out a frustrated huff but finally backed off, retreating to the other side of the room.

"Please," you turned to Lee Know. "What is it that I need? Make it stop."

"She doesn't even know that much?" one of them joked before another elbowed them.

Chan reached for your hand, his touch firm but gentle. "I'm sorry," he said, his voice low enough that only you could hear. "This shouldn't be happening. But you can get through it without his help." He turned to the other guys."Let her rest," he said finally, his tone leaving no room for argument. "She's been through enough."

The others murmured their agreement, dispersing to different parts of the cabin. Chan assured that they were all in their rooms before offering a blanket and sitting on the couch beside where you curled up.

"You can stay here for the week," he offered as you leaned against him, breathing in his scent like a drug. "It should be over by then."

"A week?" your eyes grew large. You couldn't leave behind your life for a week. What was happening?

"Shh, you'll be okay," he hummed, as he stroked your hair. He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering and hands gripping you closer, never letting go.

"Chan," you squeaked out, face buried against his chest as he held you there, inhaling deeply.

"I-I'm sorry," he released you, eyes wide in surprise at the lack of control he displayed. "I should get to bed."

"Chan," you called after him, but he'd already disappeared into his room, leaving you alone in the unfamiliar cabin. Without his musky scent, it smelled too empty, too clean. You covered yourself up to your nose with the blanket which helped a little, but it didn't do much to fight the craving in your belly.

So you went to seek out what Lee Know had mentioned...he knew how to help. Only, you hadn't been paying much attention to their departure and you weren't sure which room was his.

You studied each door, noticing notches in some, unsure if higher was better or worse. You knocked on a lower number, deciding that was safest.

The footsteps on the other side came immediately, almost as if they'd been waiting for you. You were sure it was Lee Know who must've heard your rustling, but someone else answered with a knowing smirk.

"Well hello little omega," he greeted, his voice threatening and raw.

"H-hello," you replied voice shaky. And yet, despite the pulsating of your heart, your body craved him, shouted for you to bury yourself against him even though his wet dog smell was nowhere as good as Chan's.

"Want to come inside and let Binnie take care of you?" he asked as he pushed open the door to make room, the creak filling the hallway and drawing another door to open.

"Hey! I spotted her first," a chubby-cheeked man said behind you.

"No you didn't," the blonde from earlier argued, appearing suddenly. "Chan did."

"No," he fought, stepping closer to you. "I did! I just didn't tell anyone."

"I think that an alpha should help," a taller, polite-looking figure spoke. "No sense in letting Han have at her only to make the heat worse for her."

"Shut up, Seungmin," the man who must've been named Han shoved him. "I can help."

A growl from down the hall had Han and Seungmin scurrying back to their doorways. Only the blonde remained, curiously watching to see what would happen.

"Bin," Lee Know sighed, pulling you into him with a sharp tug on your wrist. Even that small touch had you whimpering, craving another. He even smelled good, too...like a thick rain. It was dizzying and made it hard to think. "Chan said we don't take advantage of her."

Binnie laughed, obviously disagreeing with Chan's wait-it-out method. Honestly, you disagreed too. Whatever they could do to help, you wanted it. You turned into Lee Know, running your hand up his bare chest until it sat against his jaw, urging him to look down at you. He had yet to breathe, as if your scent so close would be too much, as if he'd lose control like Chan had should he allow his lungs such sweetness.

"How would you help me if he hadn't said that?" you asked, voice high and needy.

The others waited with wide eyes, daring Lee Know to tell you. He bit his lip, running a single finger down your spine so that you arched into him, incapable of controlling yourself with him so close. "I'd..." he began, but didn't continue when the last door in the hall opened.

Chan stalked to the center, his figure making long shadows on the floor with every sconce he passed. His glare alone caused the rest to retreat to their rooms. The absence of Lee Know's fingers on your wrist was noticeable, and you touched it with your other hand, trying to absorb as much of his lingering heat as you could.

"Your heat is dangerous," Chan reiterated, stroking your cheek gently, sucking in a sharp inhale as he selfishly allowed himself that pleasure after denying you for hours.

"Help me," you pleaded, stepping closer so that you overwhelmed him. "Make it stop."

"Is it that bad, little one?" he hummed in pity, eyes falling to your legs that had crossed absentmindedly before trailing to your interlocked hands. He reached for one, the same that Lee Know had, and sniffed the place Lee Know had touched. "Did it feel good to touch him?"

You nodded, eyes closing shut as you imagined being held again. But your eyes opened when Chan's plump lips pressed against your skin. Replacing Lee Know's simple touch with a much more impressive feeling.

"Chan," you whined, legs nearly giving out already, the ache in your belly growing tenfold.

"I can see now how wrong I was to deny you. Allow me to make it up to you," he offered in a low voice as he pulled you towards his room, pulled you towards the scent you'd been in a euphoric haze by all day.

His room was a bubble of his beautiful odor. Every shelf, every blanket, every book had been touched by him, and now so were you.

Chan hugged you from behind as you took in his room, set his chin on your shoulder, and kissed your neck. You placed your hands on his and closed your eyes, allowing yourself to be consumed by him.

When you opened them, you first made eye contact with his reflection, eyes glowing a soft yellow. But then you saw yours were illuminated in a soft silver, and pressed your hand to your cheek in awe, tugging down the skin to see your eyes more clearly.

"You've never seen your wolf eyes before have you little one?" Chan asked.

"W-wolf?" you stuttered in shock.

"Mhm," he hummed, squeezing you tighter. "Wolf. We look human, but our senses are heightened. We can see better, feel better, taste better, hear better..."

"And smell better," you added with a deep inhale. You'd never been so consumed by a scent before.

"Yes," he smiled softly. "And smell better. And as an omega," he began, fingers kneading your sides desperately, "You're a perfect fit for an alpha."

"Are you an alpha?" you checked.

"Of course," he replied as if it should've been common knowledge.

"And an alpha can make this better?" you asked, sinking back against him and wishing he could take away whatever this ache was right now.

"Yes, little one. But to get out of this heat..." he sighed, his breath warm against your ear, his fingers squeezing you closer so that you felt like you were a part of him. "I need to bed you."

Your eyes snapped open in surprise. You hadn't expected that, hadn't realized what this gnawing feeling in your stomach truly was. You weren't sick or dying...you were desperate to breed. It was completely primal.

"Will it hurt?" you asked worriedly. If this heat made being horny painful, surely the sex was different too.

"Yes," he answered honestly with a soft kiss and a slight nibble on your ear lobe. "But then it won't." He pressed his lips to your neck, licking the skin until you were a mess of cries. The only reason you hadn't fallen to the ground in a puddle of whines was because he was still holding you up.

You managed to loosen his grip just enough to turn around. His nostrils flared from how deep he was breathing, as if your scent alone was enough to make him mad.

"I want you to help me," you pleaded before looping your arms around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss.

Chan growled against your lips, vibrating them before sucking them and pulling your bottom between his teeth. You gasped from how good it felt, nearly crumbling again and using his muscled form to hold yourself up.

"It's going to take months to get your scent out of my room," he complained as he walked you back to the bed. "Maybe years if you make a mess," he imagined, his cock growing hard against your belly.

"Chan," you hummed, pulling him into your neck where his kisses felt like stings. "It hurts so bad."

"I know," he validated as he laid you down. "I know it does."

He tore his shirt off before joining you on the bed.  His tanned skin was hot to the touch. It felt nice in contrast to the chilly winter air. And it looked nice...Chan was lean and muscular as if he'd done nothing but prepare to fuck. His abs were hard when he lay beside you, and his bicep flexed as he tore your shirt down the middle to expose you.

"So beautiful," he murmured, more to himself as if in a daze. He pressed kisses down your chest, sucking your nipples and making your skin tingle wherever he touched.

Inside, you were a swirl of nerves and need. You craved him in any way you could and yet this was all so new that you worried you'd do it wrong. You watched Chan move further down, nearly kicking him for teasing you with kisses over your jeans against your core.

"Off," you begged, reaching down to undo the buttons yourself. You weren't in a patient mood tonight, and he seemed more than happy to make you wait. "Take them off."

"You smell so fucking good," Chan groaned the moment the button popped open. He tore your pants and underwear off eagerly, ripping the seams to get to you sooner. The moment you were naked, he buried his tongue against your center, incapable of waiting a moment longer to taste you.

"Chan!" you squealed, hips grinding against his face as he sucked and cleaned every drop he could get out of you.

"You taste so sweet, little one," he moaned as he pushed your thighs apart to give himself more access.

You cried out, pulling his hair and trying to get off with just his mouth, but it was no use, you needed more. 

When he came back up, he dipped his tongue into your mouth, letting you taste the remnants of yourself with throaty groans.

"Need you to bed me," you pleaded between kisses. "Need you to make it go away."

Chan stood for a moment to remove his pants, giving you the perfect opportunity to take him all in. Though standing in the shadows, your omega eyes made it possible to see him very clearly. His cock was thick, so thick you weren't sure your whole hand would be able to wrap around it. And its length...he had to be as long as your forearm. You gulped worriedly and met his comforting gaze.

"It hurts at first, but then feels good," he reminded you. 

"How would you know? Do you fuck yourself?" you joked nervously.

"No," he chuckled as he rejoined you in bed. "But omegas are made for alphas. And we smell best to ones we are meant to breed with."

"What do I smell like to you?" you wondered.

Chan breathed in deeply and closed his eyes, a soft smile forming on his lips. "Sunshine," he sighed.

Your eyes sparkled at him when he reopened his, curiosity painting his face as he obviously wanted to know what you thought of him.

"You remind me of Earth. A deep earthy, forest smell," you hummed as you buried yourself against his neck, the pheromones making everything stronger, making you wetter.

"Decades," he whispered suddenly. "It's going to take decades to make your scent disappear from this room.

"I'm sorry," you apologized with a kiss to the pulse in his neck.

"Don't be," he moaned as he aligned himself with your heat, finally preparing to fuck away the pain.

When he pushed in, your body felt so heightened, so aware of where the slit on his tip was as it journeyed through your walls, where his fingers settled on your waist and cheek, the way his eyes watched your expression carefully with concern and masked desperation.

You whined in surprise at just how much your body had to adjust to fit him. And, to your surprise, claws retracted from your fingers, digging into his back.

"I-I'm sorry," you whined, unable to control them and too dazed to focus enough to try.

"It's okay," he promised. "Feels good. Feels so fucking good," he groaned, eyes rolling back.

"It hurts," you cried, feeling like he was splitting you in two the further he went.

"I know," he soothed with a stroke through your hair and kiss to your cheek.

He pulled out briefly giving you a moment to breathe, and pushed in again, this time not stopping until he settled completely in you. Your cunt pulsed around him, having a heartbeat of its own while trying to take him, and your claws latched on, sinking deeper into his skin.

"Breathe, little one," Chan reminded you as he thrust again. "You're doing so well."

You winced and tried to find your breath, but couldn't. Your body was tense, struggling to adjust. When you opened your eyes Chan was there, forehead resting against yours as he watched your every move.

You bit your lip to try to be strong, drawing blood when he pushed in again.

"Messy, messy girl," Chan scolded and pressed his lips to yours, licking up the red droplets and sealing the wound.

"When does it feel good?" you asked. At the very least, that ache in your belly had been reduced to a quiet buzz. It was manageable as long as you were being stabbed by Chan's alpha cock.

"When I bite you," he answered, eyes searching yours for any hesitancies.

"Then bite me," you whined, wrapping your legs around him.

"I can't," he replied. "Not until..." he trailed off, cheeks burning red as if he'd exposed a secret he'd yet to share.

"Until what?" you asked, wondering what could possibly cause him to hold back.

"Until you can take all of me," he said, though it felt like there was still something he was keeping from you.

"Am I not taking all of you?" you gasped in surprise and looked down to see that he was right, you still had more to take.

You tossed your head back to the pillow in frustration. You wondered if Lee Know or Bin would've been better. Maybe they'd have been smaller. But then Chan kissed your throat, and you knew you were right where you were supposed to be.

"You can do it, little one. You just have to relax," he cooed.

You took a deep breath and tried to focus on your breathing, tried to ignore the pain and give in to Chan. You started with a kiss, a soft kiss to his lips that awoke your insides and made your heart race.

"There you go," he praised and kissed more deeply while trailing his fingers down your side and making you tremble. The more passionate your lips became, the more your body opened and accepted him. Eventually, Chan let out a primal groan and stilled inside you, his glowing eyes even brighter now.

"Bite me," you whimpered, knowing subconsciously that this was it.

"When I do, it claims you," he warned. "Do you want that?"

Claim. The word felt significant, too important to be given just a second of thought. But your heat surged through you, engulfing every cell on your body as you yelled out in pain.

"Yes," you pleaded. "Please!"

Chan nodded and led your head back against the pillow so that your throat was open to him. He licked the spot he'd licked earlier, preparing it for himself, and just before you felt his teeth, you felt a thick bulbous mound push against your center.

"Chan," you cried out, tears streaming from how much it hurt trying to fit. He was too big, it was too big.

"I've got you," he vowed and sunk in his teeth.

You screamed again from how much the bite's initial impact hurt, but then you felt his teeth dispel a warmth that flooded your veins and settled your heat so that it was all numb for a moment before becoming nothing but intense pleasure.

"Chan," you moaned, grinding against his cock and using him to get off as you'd intended all along.

"One second," he chuckled and pressed your hips firmly to the mattress as he fucked the bulb into you, forcing it to fit when it should've been impossible. "Ah, fuck," he grunted when it finally squeezed in.

"Channie," you whimpered and squeezed his neck, digging your claws into his shoulders without care.

"God call me that again," he groaned as he shifted your hips higher to fuck you.

"Channie," you smirked, loving the beautifully fucked out look on his face.

"That's right, baby," he grunted. "Channie is gonna make it all better."

He pounded his cock into you over and over. He had been right...It felt amazing now. You'd never felt so satisfied and full.

"Harder," you pleaded with a sharp smack to his ass.

"Fuck," he cursed in surprise and slammed his cock into you, bruising your thighs in the process. His fingers dug into your sides to hold you still, but all you could focus on was the sharp prick whenever his cock hit your cervix. It was maddening, dizzying.

"Need you to cum in me Channie," you cried.

"My knot it's..." he groaned, stuffing you full again before stilling and looking down in pity. "A knot release is..." he began to explain but you cut him off and began grinding your hips against him, unwilling to stop for a moment.

"I don't care what it is. I need it," you cried. It was a desire you didn't understand that stemmed from deep inside. But whatever a knot was, you had to have it.

"I'll give you whatever want," Chan conceded with a kiss that made your walls tighten around him.

You knew it was close, knew the heat was ready to explode. Every breath came with a whimper, every thrust drew out a moan. Chan's scent had grown so strong throughout all of this that you could think of nothing as if his odor was a foggy cloud on your brain.

"It's going to..." he began, voice rasped in desire.

"Channie," you begged, keeping him buried inside you with a strong hold on his hips.

And when he finally came, it was like permission for your body. Chan's cock came in heavy spurts, making you feel so warm and so full. He watched you so carefully for any sign of discomfort, but it was like an amazing high. Euphoric and never-ending.

When you finally finished, he was still coming, his brows furrowed and jaw slack as every crevice was filled by his knot. You felt sorry for Chan, realizing it must've been painful for him to have carried such a load.

You kissed him through it, offering soft words of encouragement until he eventually stilled, his body growing weak as he lay against you like a blanket.

"Thank you," he sighed as you stroked his hair, soothed him just as he had done for you earlier.

"I feel so much better," you told him. "I should be thanking you."

"Mmmm," he hummed with sleepy eyes as he rolled to his side, pulling you with him. The glow from his eyes settled on your breasts, and he unexpectedly reached out to palm one, earning a quiet moan from your lips. "They're bigger."

"Are they?" you asked in confusion. Looking down, you realized he was right. Your chest had somehow grown in the last few hours.

"You accepted my pups," he explained with a soft smile.

"Pups?" you repeated with wide eyes.

"Mhm," Chan answered in his half-dazed state. "My pups."

You didn't know what to say. You were going to have his pups? It felt so sudden, and yet...it was what your body had wanted all along.

"Come here," he pulled you close, pressing your skin to his as if he couldn't bear to be apart. He stroked down your back, making you shiver.

"What does it mean to be claimed?" you asked, knowing you should've cared more earlier when you allowed it.

"You are mine," he replied sleepily. "And I am yours."

"Forever?" you asked with a yawn, feeling too tired for such big declarations.