#wolfsnow

Chapter 9: A Helping Hand

"Valko, I got your message. Are you okay?"

I opened one eye with a ragged groan as my doctor’s voice echoed through my apartment.

No, I wasn’t okay. I was in rut. I was hot and needy and horny. My cock felt raw from where I had attempted to jerk myself off to alleviate the need to fuck anything that moved. My arms and thighs were shaking; the muscles in my stomach and groin were sore and twitching uncontrollably; and the sheets beneath me were covered in sweat.

I was miserable. I needed something to knock my ass out before I broke down the wall between my apartment and my neighbors and joined in on the fuck fest he’d been having with his girlfriend for the last three hours whether he wanted me there or not.

A growl worked its way up my throat as another high-pitched moan sounded through the wall behind my head followed by the headboard smacking against the wall so rapidly I couldn’t help but wonder if my neighbor was the werewolf instead of me.

"Valko? Are you here?"

Licking my lips, I pushed up on my elbows where I had been lying on my stomach humping my pillow to try to relieve the ache between my thighs and called out, "In here."

Sighing, I rolled away from the pillow just as Zayne appeared in the doorway, his medical bag in hand and a flustered look on his face as his eyes landed on my very naked and erect body. His eyes widened, then immediately darted to the ceiling like he could will himself invisible, his face flushed crimson. "Uh shit," he muttered under his breath, gripping the medical bag tighter and moving it so it was in front of his groin. "Can you… um… cover up?"

My ears twitched at the husky sound of his voice then the scent of his arousal hit me, and I almost launched myself off the bed at him. But… I controlled myself, dropping my head back on the mattress with a groan. "No… anything against my skin makes it worse."

He didn’t say anything for a long moment, but I could feel those gorgeous green eyes on me… no doubt looking at my sweat slicked skin, my trembling limbs and my rigid cock where it pulsed against my stomach as if silently beckoning him to come closer.

The air was suddenly thicker with heat. Not just from my rut, but from him. As his body heated with embarrassment and arousal, his scent grew stronger… clean soap and something warm like cinnamon and mint mixing dangerously with my muskier, pine forest and rain scent.

And gods, I could hear his heartbeat thrumming fast. He was nervous… turned on. I turned my head slowly toward him, golden eyes meeting green through the dim glow of light from my bedside lamp and another low growl left my throat before I could stop it.

His breath hitched—just slightly—but I heard it. Like a gunshot in the silence. His fingers twitched around the bag again, his knuckles whitening as his pulse jumped at his throat. His lips parted slightly like he wanted to say something clinical or professional, but no words came out.

I swallowed hard and forced myself to stay still because moving would set off the instincts telling me my attention wouldn’t be rejected if I stood up and approached him. "Can you give me something to help with the rut?" I asked hoarsely.

He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing as he tried and failed to keep his gaze anywhere but on my cock or the way my hips seemed to unconsciously mimic the actions of sex.

The room felt like it had shrunk. Too small. Too hot. His scent was everywhere now, and it made the rut worse, so much worse, but not in a bad way. In a dangerous way because it was taking everything in me not to give him what he so clearly wanted.

His doctor brain was fighting with the need that was written all over his face… the flush creeping down his neck wasn't just embarrassment anymore; it was arousal responding to mine like magnets being pulled together. He shifted slightly on his feet before speaking, voice low and shaky as he took a step closer. "I-I don’t carry sedatives for ruts… they’re rare… I-"

He trailed off as he unconsciously took another step closer. His shoe squeaked against the hardwood floor, soft but deafening in the quiet room. The bag slipped from his grip and hit the ground with a thud, quickly forgotten. Then his hands lifted towards me, palms open.

God… he smelled so good. That cinnamon-mint mix wrapping around my senses now that he was closer. Clean doctor mixed with nervous sweat… sweet panic… desire.

My ears flattened completely against my skull… not out of anger but surrender because I didn’t know what he was going to do once he reached me, but I was going to let him do it. My tail flicked into view, the thick bushy black appendage curling around my thigh as I lay still… waiting to see if he would give into his desires or if he stayed the calm, cool doctor I had always known.

His breath came faster, shallow and uneven, as he reached the edge of the bed. His hands hovered. Not touching. Just… there. Trembling slightly. Then he reached out, one warm palm pressing flat against my chest, right over my pounding heartbeat. His touch was featherlight, clinical at first like he didn’t know what to do but then his palm slid down my chest slowly, carefully testing the heat of my skin through the sweat.

A full-body shudder rolled through me; my eyes fluttering shut for half a second before snapping back open to watch him. Zayne—the composed doctor who always wore suits and had polite words for everyone—standing over me with parted lips and green eyes full of something far less professional than there should be.

His touch grew bolder, sliding down my chest, becoming firmer… fingers spreading wide as they glided over the ridges of my abs, tracing muscles that twitched. His breath hitched again when I arched into his touch with a growl and that seemed to embolden him…

That hand slide down past my navel. Past the V-line leading to my hips. And then… he paused just above where I ached most—the knot at the base of my cock, thick and flushed with blood and need—and for one agonizing second, neither of us moved.

The silence stretched, thick and electric.

His hand hovered just above my hipbone, so close but not close enough. His palm radiated warmth through the thin layer of sweat on my skin, teasing me. My cock throbbed visibly with every heartbeat, a steady pulse that made the head glisten in the lamplight. A single drop formed at the slit… then another… before trailing down my length, slow and torturous.

I didn’t breathe. Just watched him, the way his eyelashes fluttered as he stared down at me, how his lower lip caught between his teeth for a brief second like he was thinking about it then…

He exhaled and his resolve snapped. One second, he was hovering. The next, his hand dropped… warm palm sliding over my hip and wrapping around the base of my cock with sudden certainty. A gasp tore from me, not just from surprise at being touched after hours of desperate frustration but because his touch was careful. Almost clinical.

His fingers were soft but firm as they curled around me, testing the heat and weight of me in his palm before slowly stroking upward along my length in one slow glide. I arched immediately, a broken groan tearing through my clenched teeth as pleasure surged through every nerve ending.

The first stroke was electric, like lightning down my spine, but the second was better. Slower, deliberate… a full pump from root to tip. His thumb swiped over the leaking head with featherlight pressure and I jerked, hips lifting off the bed as a guttural growl ripped from my chest. My claws unsheathed on instinct, tearing into the mattress beneath me while my tail lashed wildly behind me as I fought the urge to grab him and flip him beneath me.

His touch became bolder, more confident—each stroke smooth and measured as he watched me. Learned what made me twitch and what made me moan the loudest. Every swipe of his thumb over the head sent sparks behind my eyelids, every firm glid up and down my length made heat coil tighter in my gut. Then his other hand wrapped tightly around my base, pressing down hard on the knot there and I about came off the bed.

The pressure sent a shockwave of raw pleasure through me so intense that it bordered on painful. A strangled cry escaped my lips as I bucked into his grip, claws shredding the mattress as a full-body shudder wracked me. Sweat dripped down my temples; every breath came in short gasps; my gaze went hazy as my body spasmed.

His eyes widened slightly at my reaction, and he adjusted his grip instantly: one hand stroking above with firm precision while the other applied steady pressure to the sensitive knot below. The dual sensation was almost too much. I thrashed, a mess of growls and whimpers leaving my lips as he worked me with a doctor's precision, mixing clinical focus with growing desire.

His green eyes never left mine. They were dark now, pupils blown wide with lust despite his professional demeanor. "Can you come like this?" he mumbled.

The question… so clinical, yet so filthy coming from his lips sent a jolt through me. I couldn’t speak. My brain was fried, reduced to pure sensation and instinct. All I could do was shake my head frantically because no, this wasn’t enough. Not when the rut had been building for days without relief. Not when I felt like I was about to explode.

My cock throbbed in his grip like it had its own heartbeat now, slick with pre-cum and straining under the pressure of his hands. A whine escaped me—a high-pitched sound no alpha should ever make—and that seemed to undo something in him. He licked his lips and slowed his strokes, making me whine again in protest. "Do you need to actually have sex to come?"

His voice was low, careful… like he was diagnosing a condition instead of asking if I wanted to fuck him. But the way his thumb lingered on my leaking tip said otherwise. He wanted this… wanted me to put my cock inside him and knot him.

I nodded fast, too desperate for words. My cock pulsed violently in his grip, hips jerking up into his touch again in silent plea: Yes. Please. Now.

He exhaled sharply through his nose and glanced down. For one agonizing second, I thought maybe protocol would win out… maybe professionalism would make him stop and suggest a cold shower or offer to call someone to come handle this, but he pulled his hands away and stood up so he could remove his clothes.

The soft rustle of fabric filled the silence as he unbuttoned his shirt with careful, deliberate movements then peeled it off, revealing smooth skin stretched over a lean but toned frame. He wasn’t bulky like me but slender with just enough muscle definition from years at the gym. His green eyes stayed locked on mine as each piece of clothing came off until he stood naked.

My breath caught in my throat as I drank him in. Moonlight from the window spilled over his skin, highlighting every muscle of his chest, the gentle slope of his shoulders, that narrow waist leading to hips that flared just slightly beneath a neat trail of dark hair leading to his hard cock.

That faint flush had returned to his cheeks and neck… spreading down over his collarbones and chest. He didn’t speak again—no more clinical questions or nervous rambling—but stepped toward the bed with quiet confidence. One knee pressed into the mattress beside my hip; then the other on the opposite side until he was straddling me. "Lubricant?"

I blinked, dazed by his sudden boldness… the shift from hesitant doctor to someone ready to ride me and take my knot was dizzying. My brain struggled to catch up. "Under the pillow," I managed to croak out.

He reached over, fingers brushing mine for the briefest moment as he tugged the small bottle from beneath my pillow. The click of it opening was obscenely loud in the quiet room. He squeezed a generous amount onto his palm and rubbed his hands together to warm it. Then he leaned down slowly until our lips were just a breath apart. His mouth hovered there… so close I could feel every warm exhale against mine… but he didn’t kiss me. Instead, one slick hand slid behind him and began working the lube into his hole.

I nearly lost my damn mind. My eyes tracked every movement. The way his hips lifted slightly to give himself better access. How his breath hitched as two fingers slipped past that tight ring of muscle with a quiet pop. A soft moan escaped him, unfiltered and real, and my cock twitched violently in response.

I wanted to touch him so badly. To flip us over and pin him down while I claimed that body for myself… but this was his moment. He was taking control here and I’d let him have it because watching Dr Zayne go from professional doctor to eager lover was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

My jaw clenched as he added a third finger, his expression a mix of concentration and pleasure. The wet sounds were obscenely loud in the quiet room, each slow slide of his fingers drawing another soft gasp or whimper from him. His free hand braced against my chest for balance, palm flat over my hammering heartbeat.

Every now and then, he’d curve those fingers just right and when he did a little shiver ran through him and that pretty mouth parted on an erotic moan. I was about ready to beg when he pulled his fingers free and licked his lips. Then, without breaking eye contact, he lifted himself slightly… hovering over me on his knees. One hand braced against the mattress beside of my head as he shifted forward, using the other hand to grab my cock and notch the tip against his hole.

And then… he sank down. A slow, careful descent that made both our breaths catch at once.

The first inch was pure agony… delicious agony. His heat swallowed me in a vice grip, so tight it made my vision blur at the edges. I gritted my teeth hard enough to hurt, claws digging into the mattress again as every nerve screamed with sensation. The slick warmth of him pulsed around me, his body adjusting inch by torturously slow inch.

His brows knit together; lips parted on silent gasps. Sweat already glistened on his forehead from concentration alone as he lowered himself further. I could feel every ridge inside him gripping me like velvet fire; every twitch of muscle as he took more without rushing.

A whimper escaped his throat when his ass met my knot, a soft sound that went straight through me. The knot was the thickest part, and I could feel him trembling from effort as he tried to take it. His body tensed around me—tight, so tight—as his muscles adjusted to the stretch. A quiet whine slipped past his lips—not pain exactly, but that overwhelming fullness of being stretched by a cock designed for breeding.

I held my breath. My eyes locked onto his face: flushed cheeks, parted lips, breathing in shallow pants… those long lashes fluttering with every small adjustment of his hips. Then with a deep breath he lowered himself completely until my entire length disappeared inside him and our bodies pressed together, his ass resting fully against my pelvis.

He let out a shuddering exhale that ghosted over my lips and for a second, neither of us moved. Then he shifted slightly, a tiny roll of his hips, and the sensation wrecked me. A guttural groan tore from deep in my chest as the friction sent electric jolts through every nerve.

His eyes fluttered shut when he rocked again… testing… learning how it felt to move while I was sheathed completely inside him. This time there was less hesitation—more confidence—and when he lifted himself halfway off my cock before sinking back down slowly my head fell back against the pillow with a choked growl.

His movements grew bolder with each rise and fall, finding a rhythm that made his breath come faster. Every time he dropped back down, his body would clench around my length, and I swore my soul left my body for a second each time. The headboard creaked and banged against the wall with every bounce of his hips, the sound blending with our heavy breathing and the slick slap of skin on skin.

The pace increased, his thighs flexing beautifully as he began riding me faster, his movements no longer cautious but hungry. Each bounce made the bed shake, the springs squeak in protest. His hands braced against my chest for leverage; fingers splayed over my pecs as he used them to push himself up and down.

My eyes rolled back, every muscle in my body tensed with restraint because I wanted to grab him, flip us over, pin him down and fuck into that perfect heat with reckless abandon. When he twisted his hips in a slow circular grind on the next downward thrust that was it.

That single, sinful twist shattered my control.

A snarl ripped from my throat as I surged upward, one arm hooking around his waist while the other cupped the back of his head and in one fluid motion I flipped us. The mattress groaned beneath the sudden movement and before he could even gasp, I had him pinned beneath me.

His surprised yelp turned into a moan when I immediately started slamming into him without hesitation… deep, hard strokes that drove every inch of my cock inside his perfect ass with brutal precision. My hips pistoned against him with wolfish hunger; no finesse, just pure instinct to claim and breed.

Each thrust made his body jolt farther up the bed until he braced himself with trembling hands against the headboard to keep from slamming against it. His breathing came in ragged pants and soft cries, each one fueling me further as sweat dripped down my face onto his chest.

His body arched off the bed beneath mine, moans pitching higher, loud and desperate as pleasure overtook him completely. One hand left the headboard to claw at my shoulder while his legs locked around my waist instinctively to pull me even deeper with each stroke.

My knot swelled slightly at the base, a warning sign that I was reaching my peak, and when he felt it during one particularly deep grind… he whimpered and clenched around my cock so hard that for a moment I couldn’t move.

The sudden tightness made me freeze mid-thrust, a strangled groan escaping me as his body squeezed me like a vice. My hips jerked, chasing the sensation even though I couldn't move properly. "Zayne," I growled low in warning because that squeeze had been too much… too good… and if he did it again right now when my knot was already swelling for mating… I wouldn’t be able to pull out before it swelled inside him.

But he was beyond listening anymore; face flushed, lips swollen from biting them and eyes glazed over with pleasure. He was completely lost to it and operating solely on instinct too. So much so he arched beneath me again and clenched again with a moan.

A feral snarl tore from my chest as I dropped all pretense of restraint and let the werewolf take over. My hips slammed into him with punishing force, each thrust deeper and faster than the last, chasing that tight heat like an animal starved for it. The bed creaked violently beneath us; headboard banging so hard against the wall it sounded like we were demolishing the apartment.

My hands caged his face as I finally dropped to my elbows and kissed him, a messy clash of teeth, tongues and desperate breaths. No finesse, just hunger. He moaned into my mouth when our bodies collided again mid-kiss, his body rocking up to meet every brutal snap of my hips.

And then… things changed. His body clamped down as he came with a deep, guttural groan. My hips stuttered as my knot swelled fully, the thick base locking at its widest point inside him, anchoring us together as my release surged through me. The pleasure was overwhelming—white-hot and all-consuming—as I came harder than I ever had before.

I didn't pull out like I had intended. Couldn't even if I had wanted to.

The moment my knot fully locked inside him, time seemed to stop. Deep growls poured from my throat as my body trembled and convulsed, pulse after pulse of my release surging out of my cock, filling him with each thick spurt.

A shuddering gasp tore from his lips as he felt me swell impossibly thicker, that thick ridge of muscle forming a solid plug deep within his body that would hold us together for a while. His back arched off the bed like he'd been electrocuted, green eyes flying wide open with shock before they glazed over completely as another powerful orgasm ripped through his lean frame.

His fingers tangled desperately in my sweat-damp hair, his body convulsing beneath mine. Tears pricked at the corners of those pretty green eyes; hips twitching weakly against mine even though we couldn’t move apart. His inner walls fluttered around me relentlessly, massaging every drop out of me.

I didn't kiss him again because I couldn’t. My breathing was too ragged, my whole body shaking with the aftershocks of an orgasm so intense it felt like I'd been hollowed out and rebuilt. Instead, I just collapsed, careful not to crush his smaller frame but pressing our chests together as my forehead dropped against his shoulder. My lips brushed his collarbone in soft, exhausted kisses while our heartbeats thudded wildly against each other.

The room was silent except for our labored breathing and the occasional creak of the bed. My knot stayed firm, a thick tether that kept us connected as I slowly came down from my high. He whimpered quietly when I accidentally moved a little too much on top of him; his body oversensitive from coming twice and being stuffed full.

My arms tightened around him instinctively at the small sound. Even though the rut was temporarily sated, my wolf instincts were still roaring in triumph at having claimed this beautiful man and I couldn’t seem to help myself. It also didn’t help that he smelled so good… like mine.

I nuzzled his temple with my nose, inhaling deeply—the scent of sex and sweat and him mixing into something intoxicating. My lips found his forehead next before trailing down to press against the corner of his mouth.

He stayed pliant beneath me, boneless and utterly spent—his usual composed doctor demeanor completely shattered. His eyelids fluttered at each tender kiss I pressed to his skin, too blissed-out and overstimulated to react much beyond a soft sigh or the faintest part of his lips.

One of my hands slid up his side in slow strokes, gentle now compared to how rough I'd been before and when my thumb brushed over a sensitive nipple, he flinched with a tiny gasp that made me smile against his jaw.

"You cannot seriously want more after that," he mumbled tiredly.

"Can't help it," I murmured, nipping at his jaw before dragging my tongue down his throat. I nipped at his pulse point with my fangs then buried my face in his neck. "You smell like me now and I want to mark you up some more."

The words came out more possessive than I meant them to… low and gravelly, laced with primal satisfaction. My teeth grazed his throat again, not hard enough to break skin for a claiming mark but enough for him to feel the sharp pressure before I soothed it with my tongue.

"Ohhh," he whined softly. His hands weakly pushed at my shoulders—not in rejection but because he was overstimulated—and when I finally lifted my head slightly, his expression was dazed. Lips kiss-swollen, cheeks flushed pink all the way down his neck… beautiful and mine.

The moment my knot deflated enough to allow movement, I instinctively rolled my hips—gentle at first, testing. A soft grunt escaped me as the new friction sent a spark through me. My cock was still hard inside him, sensitive but I couldn’t wait. I wanted… no needed more.

My hips rolled slowly with gentle rocking motions rather than the frantic thrusts from before. Just testing… seeing how he’d react now that we weren’t locked together anymore. His legs tightened around my waist; a quiet noise escaping him—a low whine, the sound a mixture of surprise and reluctant pleasure—and that was all I needed.

I smirked against his skin then my lips found his again in a lazy kiss that deepened as I rocked into him with deliberate ease. "So needy," I mumbled in satisfaction.

"Don’t… mmhm… don’t get used to this," he mumbled against my lips, his fingers curling weakly into my hair as a deep stroke made him arch and cry out.

"Too late," I murmured before capturing his lips again.

Chapter 10: Movie Night

“Zayne, right?” 

Oh no, the mass of muscle is talking.

“You just said that out loud.” Snickered Caleb at Zayne’s side. Apparently he’d been so sleep-deprived these past few days that he couldn’t even differentiate between his thoughts and spoken words anymore.

Valko only smiled as Zayne kept staring at his massive chest. “Professor Qi said you could help me out with my biology classes.”

He felt Caleb’s blow to the back of his head and it was as if it had activated his thought process… just a little. “Uh- Yeah- Yes. I’m good at anatomy.” Maybe he deserved a second blow.

“Good. Nice. Do you think we could meet at the library or somewhere else after school? My class has an exam tomorrow on first period and I don’t feel confident. What do you say?”

The second blow actually came, this time from Tara to his right. He should really rethink his whole friend group situation, they were getting too handsy. But let’s be fair, he had been just staring at Valko’s dazzling smile instead of answering the question. 

He cleared his throat and pushed his glasses higher over the bridge of his nose. “Sure. The library sounds right.”

“Cool! I’ll come by after classes so we can go together. See ya!” Zayne forced himself to nod and closed his eyes before Valko’s smile blinded him. He should have kept them open, that way he would have seen the other boy trip over his own two feet while rushing out of the classroom to gloat at his classmates.

With wobbly legs, Zayne stood up and announced he was going to the toilet. He needed to desperately clear his head over having a date studying session with the #1 striker on their school football team.

“Do you think he will notice?” Tara sat on Zayne’s desk before Caleb’s.

“Notice what?” The boy handed her one of his precious candies.

“That professor Qi teaches art and not biology.” 

Meanwhile, in class 3…

“Ha💸 ha💸 ha💸 ha💸 ha💸”

“Stop laughing, it was so shameful!” Valko had his face buried in his hands as he recalled his supposed ‘cool exit’ after asking his crush out for a date, only for him to trip over his own feet and almost face-palming the door on his way out. Sylus at his side just kept laughing.

“You tried to do something you’re not used to,” explained Sylus. 

“Asking someone out?”

“Acting cool.” 

Valko wanted to punch him in the face. 

“Don’t worry, he seems stuck up but he’s actually really nice.” Said Xavier between yawns at his side, he had slept through the whole break. Valko smiled at his friend’s encouragement but it quickly slipped away after he kept talking. “But he might get annoyed that you lied to get him to go on a date with you.”

“Hmmm. He might not even be that smart after all though, since he didn’t mention that professor Qi is in the art department.” Added Sylus only to be interrupted by Xavier.

“Oh, but he is. He took Valko’s first place in every subject after he transferred in.” The smile his friend had was mocking. 

“I don’t care about that anymore, I fell in love at first sight after I saw him even if I didn’t know he was the one who had displaced me from my winning streak.”

Chapter 11: The Warden

"Warden, we have located the prisoner."

I finished signing the admissions information for a new prisoner then looked up, quietly searching behind the messenger for the escaped prisoner but not finding him. "You said you located the prisoner, Captain," I mumbled, meeting his gaze. "Where is he?"

The Captain’s face flushed, his gaze dropping to the white tile beneath his boots. "Booth and Jackson took him to Isolation, sir."

Linking my fingers together on top of my desk, I silently stared at him long enough that he started to fidget. "Have the prisoner brought here like I originally instructed. Now…" I tilted my head to the side, studying him from head to toe with narrow eyes. "Or must I do your job for you?"

He snapped to attention, sweat beading at his temples. "Right away, sir!" He spun on his heel and bolted from the office like the hounds of the hells were behind him.

Silence returned to my office for the moment… thick and heavy with anticipation. I leaned back in my chair, staring at the file on my desk.

Prisoner #4732

Name: Valko Ao

Hair Color: Red

Eye Color: Gold

Designation: Werewolf

No photo. No record of past crimes beyond "resisting arrest" when spotted in an unauthorized area. The notes were sparse: Captured attempting to cross over into a No Hunt Zone for unknown reasons. Exhibits unnatural strength and aggression when provoked. Proceed with extreme caution.

The door creaked open with a groan several minutes later, two guards roughly shoving Valko inside ahead of them. The werewolf didn’t seem to care about the mistreatment as he shuffled forward with his wrists bound in thick iron cuffs that glowed faintly red, the metal lined with suppressors meant to dampen supernatural strength.

His golden eyes burned like embers in the dim light, scanning the room until they landed on me. He didn’t resist as the guards pulled him forward, but he didn’t bow down and cower before them either. Didn’t flinch. Didn’t say a word. Just stood tall despite the chains and cuffs marking him as a high security prisoner.

One of the guards cleared his throat. "Prisoner 4732, sir."

I didn't rise from my chair. Didn’t acknowledge them in any way. Just kept my gaze locked on those burning gold eyes, silently noting the wildness… the feral, unbroken lust in them as he stared back at me. The kind of stare that had made lesser men flinch and look away from such a wild creature. But I wasn’t a lesser man, and I wasn’t scared of what he wanted.

The guards waited for me to tell them to return the prisoner to Isolation or even put him back with the other prisoners, but I waved them off. They hesitated for half a second before bowing their heads and filing out of the room in silence. The heavy click of the door echoed behind them.

I stood up, my shoes clicking against the floor as I approached and stopped five feet away from him. When I spoke, the words landed like stones in still water. "You tried to escape again."

The corner of one eye twitched… not out of guilt but irritation at being called out for another failed escape attempt. He said nothing, just stood there with that wild gaze locked on mine as if daring me to do something about it.

The silence stretched, thick and electric as I started to circle him slowly. Like a predator assessing its prey, though the irony wasn’t lost on me. He was the werewolf. The dangerous beast in chains. But here? In my domain? I was the Predator.

My eyes traced every detail of his beautiful face… the sharp line of his jaw, glowing gold irises, straight nose, plump lips, the tantalizing line of his throat. His posture remained rigid as I circled around behind him… shoulders back, spine straight as an arrow, head straight forward.

When I stopped directly in front of him, close enough to see each fleck of amber in his eyes, I tilted my head slightly forward until our faces were inches apart. I could smell him then. Wild pine and earth, a scent that didn’t belong in this sterile prison of steel and rules. It was too free, too alive for a place meant to cage wild things like him.

Our breaths mingled… his slow and controlled; mine measured, deliberate despite the need to touch him that always surged within me when we were this close. I reached up… my fingertips hovering just above his cheekbone before they finally made contact. "Why must you resort to such methods to get my attention?" I mumbled, sliding my fingers down and hooking them under his chin while releasing the cuffs with my free hand. "You already know that you have it."

The second the cuffs hit the floor, he exhaled sharply… like he’d been holding his breath since they clamped those iron shackles on him and brought him to me. His golden eyes flickered down to his free wrists then back up to my face, only a thin ring of gold left as his pupils dilated.

A low growl left him and that was the only warning I got before his hands were on my waist and he was backing me up against the edge of my desk. The impact of his body against mine knocked the air from my lungs, but I didn’t fight it. Didn’t shove him away like protocol demanded. Didn’t even think about how wrong this was.

No… I let him manhandle me… just like I did every single time we were here.

My back hit the wood edge, papers scattering to the floor behind me. The desk creaked under our combined weight as he caged me in; one arm braced beside my head while the other stayed locked around my waist… tight, possessive.

The moment his lips crashed into mine, it was like a dam breaking. No hesitation. No gentleness. Just raw hunger and pent-up fury and that wild, untamed part of him he could never fully suppress. His mouth slanted over mine with bruising force, teeth catching my bottom lip before his tongue swept in to claim my mouth completely.

He kissed me with everything he had, like this moment might be taken from him any second. And maybe it would. We weren’t supposed to do this. A Warden kissing a prisoner? It defied every rule carved into this prison’s stone walls. Punishable by solitary confinement for me as a Predator… or worse.

But I didn’t care and neither did he.

His lips were hot against mine, demanding and relentless. No softness… just passion edged with anger at being captured again, at being dragged before me in those cursed cuffs that drained him of power. I let him take what he wanted because I always did.

His fingers tangled in my hair, gripping hard enough to sting. He tilted my head back, deepening the kiss with a feral growl vibrating through his chest. The sound sent heat pooling low in my stomach and made my cock thicken and pulse in my slacks.

One of his hands slid down from my waist to squeeze at the curve of my ass before roughly gripping my knee and hiking my leg up over his hip. The desk groaned as the new position spread my thighs wider for him to press closer until our bodies were flush together. Then he started circling those lean hips in slow, tantalizing movements that shattered what little control I had left.

"Take me," I murmured against his lips.

The moment those words left my lips, something primal snapped in him. The need to take… to own… to lay claim to what was his. A deep, guttural growl ripped from his throat and suddenly his hands were everywhere. Tearing at the buttons of my uniform jacket and shirt, ripping them open then shoving the fabric off my shoulders and out of the way to expose my skin for his hungry mouth. His teeth scraped over the sensitive flesh of my left pectoral before he bit down hard enough to break skin, making me gasp and arch into him.

My hands flew to his shoulders, fingers digging into the fabric of his prison jumpsuit and hanging on as he licked, bit and sucked at the skin of my chest until there were several marks blooming across my pale skin. Then he licked his way back up to capture my lips again in another searing kiss while one hand worked at unbuckling my belt. When the leather slipped free and clattered on the floor between us, I reached for him, fisting both hands in that short red hair and yanking hard enough to make him grunt then let out a low laugh.

That laugh… rough and dark, vibrated against my lips and sent a thrill down my spine. He loved this. The roughness, the struggle for the control he knew I’d give him even if I wanted to play a little first. But when I yanked his hair harder, his golden eyes flared with something wilder.

In one fluid motion, he tugged my pants and underwear down my thighs without even bothering to unzip or unbutton them then he flipped me around so my face was pressed against the glossy surface of my desk. The wood was cold against my cheek, but the heat of his body behind me burned. My hands braced against the desk as he crowded in close, pressing every hard inch of his body against my back… chest flush with my spine, hands braced beside me to keep me in place, hips grinding forward so I could feel exactly how much he wanted me.

His breath fanned over the nape of my neck before sharp teeth nipped at my skin. Not gentle but controlled fury wrapped in a deep hunger we could no longer control.

One hand gripped my hip hard, fingers digging into soft flesh with bruising force, while the other slid down to squeeze my ass before pulling one cheek aside and spreading me open. A low rumble rolled from his chest as he leaned over me, pressing hot kisses along the curve of my shoulder blade while grinding his clothed erection against me.

I gasped at the rough scrape of his prison jumpsuit against such sensitive skin but more than that… I ached for him. Needed him closer. Needed him inside me. Every nerve was screaming for it and he seemed to sense that I wasn’t in the mood for slow and gentle. I needed him to take me, own me in the roughest way possible.

There was a flurry of movement behind me as he yanked open his jumpsuit to free his cock. Reaching out, he grabbed the small bottle of lotion I kept on my desk and pumped some out onto his hand before slicking up his cock. After that there was no teasing. No slow buildup. He lined himself up against my entrance and pushed inside without hesitation, a single relentless thrust that buried him deep inside.

A sharp cry tore from my throat, not from pain but from the overwhelming fullness mixed with the electric shock from being taken so suddenly after weeks of separation. My body clenched around him instinctively, muscles fluttering from the shock.

He didn’t give me time to adjust. A low growl escaped him as his hips snapped forward again, driving him deeper with a force that made my knees buckle. The desk creaked under us, papers flying everywhere as I braced myself against the wood with trembling arms. Every nerve lit up, my back arching as my hole fluttered wildly around his thick length.

His hands gripped my waist hard enough to leave bruises while he began fucking into me with relentless strokes… deep, powerful snaps of his hips that pushed air from my lungs each time our bodies collided. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the silent office, mingling with our heavy breaths, my low moans and whimpers and his guttural growls.

The rhythm was punishing… no tenderness, no sweet nothings whispered in my ear. Just raw, unbridled fucking from a werewolf who’d been caged too long and now had me pinned under him right where he liked me. Each thrust slammed into that spot inside me, the one that made stars burst behind my eyelids and my eyes roll back in my head. His fingers tightened on my hips, each snap of his pelvis jolting me forward slightly before he yanked me back onto him.

A particularly rough thrust knocked a choked moan out of me that seemed to spur him on further because suddenly one large hand fisted in my hair again while the other clamped around both wrists, pinning them together behind my back without breaking rhythm. The sudden restraint sent a new jolt of awareness through me. I was completely at his mercy, unable to brace myself or move away from the brutal pace he’d set.

He used that leverage to angle my head just right, arching my spine further, exposing more of my neck to him, and then he hammered into me with even greater force. His breathing turned ragged, not from exertion but pure animalistic need. Every snap of his hips grew more feral, each thrust deeper and harder than the last as if he couldn’t get enough of being inside me.

The hand fisting my hair tilted my head sideways so he could sink his teeth into the junction where neck met shoulder, a claiming bite. Pain flared hot for a second before melting into pleasure when he soothed it with a wet kiss right after.

My vision blurred, sharp pain flashing white behind my closed eyes before dissolving into molten heat. My body reacted instantly, clamping down around him like a vice, muscles fluttering.

He growled, a sound that vibrated through me where our bodies were joined. He liked this… liked how I surrendered to him. Liked how I squeezed him tight when he marked me. How every part of me responded to his roughness without protest.

He rewarded the reaction by driving into me even harder, each thrust now punctuated with another possessive nip along my shoulder and neck. Teeth grazing skin here… biting there… sucking bruises over tender flesh as if branding what was his.

His grip on my wrists tightened to the point of near-pain while his other hand crept around and wrapped around my cock. The sudden touch to my neglected length sent a shockwave of pleasure through me. My hips jerked into his fist, a broken moan tearing from my lips.

He didn’t stroke me gently. It was a rough, tight grip right from the start, thumb swiping over the leaking tip before pumping hard in time with each deep thrust of his hips. The dual sensation—being fucked into my desk while being handled roughly by him—shattered whatever remained of my composure.

My knees wobbled violently as pleasure coiled tight and hot low in my stomach. Every drag of his cock inside hit that spot relentlessly while every stroke on my length built pressure faster than I could endure. "V-Valko!" His name ripped from me between gasps when he twisted slightly on an upstroke and suddenly, I was teetering on the edge.

He felt it too. Knew exactly what that tremor meant because a dark chuckle rumbled through him then he leaned down to bite at my earlobe before speaking for the first time since he entered the office. "Come for me."

The command was the final trigger. My body obeyed instantly. The pleasure that had been building exploding like a supernova as my orgasm ripped through me without warning. I arched violently into his touch, back bowing as white-hot ecstasy surged through every nerve. My cock pulsed violently in his tight grip while thick ropes of come spilled over his fingers, onto the desk, my belly and the floor.

The sensations left me trembling uncontrollably beneath him. He didn’t stop fucking me during my climax, he grew rougher not that I was clenching around him tightly until suddenly… his rhythm stuttered. A deep growl tore from his chest then he buried himself to the hilt and stayed there while warmth flooded my insides in thick pulses.

His grip on my wrists loosened slightly but he didn’t let go entirely, still holding me firmly in place as he rode out the waves of his release with low, guttural growls. The sounds were primal… animalistic… completely unrestrained. The intensity sent shivers down my spine—something about it making my spent body throb with aftershocks. He hadn’t made noises like that since… well, ever in front of me. Normally he was silent while fucking me but this was different.

It felt possessive. Primal. Like something deep inside him, the wolf side most people feared, had finally snapped loose and claimed what it wanted without hesitation. And right now? The thing he wanted most was me.

His hips twitched once more before he slowly pulled out. The slick drag of him leaving my body sent a new kind of shiver through me. My arms wobbled and I collapsed against the desk, catching my breath while listening to the soft rustle of fabric as he adjusted himself.

The silence that followed was thick, charged with the aftermath of what we’d just done. The air smelled like sex and sweat, mingling with the sterile scent of my office. Eventually, I pushed up off the desk and turned to look at him, but he wouldn’t meet my gaze.

Instead, he walked over to where his discarded cuffs lay on the floor and picked them up. They glowed faintly and I watched as his jaw tightened slightly as if bracing himself for their return. He turned toward me slowly… expectantly… waiting to see if I would put them back on.

But I wouldn’t be doing that because I had finally been able to secure his freedom. Having sex with him before telling him that was purely selfish on my part, but I had wanted one more moment in his arms before I freed him completely.

Instead of reaching for the cuffs, I stepped forward and closed the distance between us in two strides. He stiffened, those golden eyes flickering up to mine with caution. He wasn’t expecting kindness after being treated like a prisoner for so long.

Without a word, I cupped his face gently with both hands, thumbs brushing over those sharp cheekbones and then leaned in and kissed him again. This time it was different. Soft. Tender even. No teeth or hunger or desperation—just warmth… affection… love that had been building quietly between us in the months that he had been here.

When we parted seconds later, I rested my forehead against his. "You're free. There’s no longer any need for you to wear those cursed things or see me again. Your release is scheduled for tomorrow morning."

His entire body went completely still, like time itself had frozen around him. Those golden eyes widened, the pupils dilating until they swallowed nearly all the color. For a long moment, he didn’t speak. Didn’t move then he dropped the cuffs and grasped the back of my neck, pulling me up against him. "Not see you again?" he murmured then lowered his head so we were nose to nose. "That’s where you’re wrong. You’re mine, Warden. I dare you to try to prove me wrong."

Before I could answer… he took my mouth in another kiss while backing me up against my desk again and once against claiming what belonged to him.

Chapter 12: Punish Me