Werewolf Wedding(31)

Jake pushed his hips against me, gasping and moaning and throwing his head from side to side as he called my name over and over. I slid one of my hands down his leg and then back up to squeeze his base. Pausing to take a breath, I tasted a drop of him with the tip of my tongue and felt another wave of heat, then cool, then heat again, pulse through me.

“I can’t stop,” he said. “You got me, you really got me. I’m...”

I felt his body tense, his muscles contract. He went completely rigid and then all at once, the tension and tightness relaxed all at once. He hissed my name, he held me tight as he pulsed, and then he howled.

Oh my God did he ever howl.





-12-


“I have no idea why the neighbors didn’t call the cops, I’m gonna be honest.”





-Delilah


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“You weren’t kidding,” I said with a chuckle as my snoring fiancée finally opened his eyes when the sun was right outside the window.

“What are you talking about?”

He smiled, even though the sun was obviously blinding him. His squinting made the laugh lines in the corners of Jake’s eyes stand out, and a split second later, I was back in bed with my arms around his muscular neck, and my legs on either side of him.

The heat in his body warmed me through and through. I reached down and felt him harden at just the first brush of my fingertips. He made a sort of clucking sound when I touched him to the place between my legs, the place I wanted him more than anything in the world.

I bit my lip, almost trembling with anticipation, but he clicked the tongue against the roof of his mouth again, and flipped me over so that I felt him, big and heavy, against my clit.

“Unless you want a cub right here and now, we better hold off for a while.”

“What do you mean? Oh,” I blushed. “Wait, how do you know I’m ovulating?”

He laughed a little. “It’s a wolf thing.”

I gave him a playful scratch. His hot, bronze skin warmed my fingers. “I mean, there’s always condoms. Kinda what I was intending anyway.”

His laugh turned into a snort. “No can do,” he said with a wistful sigh. “Have to use special ones. Latex isn’t made for... er, well it isn’t strong enough. You ever heard that old phrase ‘a wolf in sheep’s clothing’?”

“Er, I’m pretty sure that refers to Little Red Riding Hood, not how werewolf sperm can only be contained by the power of a sheep’s intestine.”

Jake looked thoughtful for a moment. “Never thought of that. And honestly I don’t know if the sheepskin would work anyway.”

“Okay,” I said, taking a breath. “Assuming I believe you about the werewolf thing, how the hell do you people have sex without getting a million babies or ending up with all those diseases that my teacher terrified me with in freshman biology?”

“It’s a—”

“Wolf thing,” I cut him off, “right.”

Before we could go any further, and holy shit did I want to go further, the phone in his jeans, which were thrown into a corner of my bedroom right beside the bean bag chair I’d had since I was fourteen, started buzzing. Jake grunted and looked very irritated for a few seconds. He waited until the phone started ringing for the fourth round before he got up. “Hoping they’d give up,” he explained, and then werewolf-sped over to the corner.

By the time he managed to free his phone from his shredded slacks, he had missed the call. With a grin and a cute shrug, he was about to throw it back on the ground, when it started up again. That time, the grunt was a sneer.

“It’s Barney,” he said, muffling the phone against his chest.

“Oh come on, Jake,” I said. “You can’t be mad at him for calling. After your brother and you had that Hulk-a-thon at the mansion last night, he’s probably worried to death about you.”

“I guess,” Jake said with a sigh. “Hey Barney, what’s up?”

There was a long tirade of chatter from the other end of the line that I couldn’t understand, but watching Jake’s face contort in all sorts of grimaces, frowns, pursed lips, and finally, open-mouthed horror was entertaining enough without hearing the lines that went with the cinematography.

“Now hold on,” he said. “Dane is... wait, Barney, hold on, let me ask a question for clarity. Barney, I—”

Jake fell silent again under the power of another tidal wave of cultured accent. I watched him take a deep breath, his massive chest swelling as he held the air and then sinking when he finally exhaled. He opened his mouth to say something else, but somehow Barney psychically realized it from ten miles away, and cut him off again. Poor Jake was getting flustered enough that he’d run his hand through his hair so many times he’d given himself a cowlick.

“Right,” he finally said. “Okay, yeah. I... Barney! I said I’d be there in fifteen minutes and I will. Okay, bye.”

“Fifteen minutes is plenty,” I offered, demurely.

“I have to be there in fifteen,” he said, pulling on his clothes. He paused as he buttoned the last of his shirt buttons. “Although that should still be plenty.”

“Oh shut up!” I couldn’t help but laugh as he bent over to kiss me.