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A stray leaf lightly tapped the window. It was a ornate shade of orange, with the ends tapering to a brilliant yellow. The trees across the lawn swayed as another autumnal breeze gusted through the canopy and suddenly the entire window was filled with colour. Each leaf scattering a shadow over the floor until they fell to the earth, rustling over grass that was slowly turning brown.
It was a beautiful distraction. One you welcomed as your brain stopped melting into useless soup and the logical side was able to kick back in. You shifted on the floor, your breaths still coming out in low, languid pants as the fingers inside you continued moving at a lazy but steady pace. He had been doing it for far too long and you had indulged his teasing enough.
“Valko,” you complained as you pressed your cheek to the polished hardwood, ignoring the faint scent of varnish. “If you don’t hurry up, someone’s going to come in.”
“No one’s allowed in my library,” he said plainly as his fingers continued to delve your insides. You couldn’t see his face but you knew he was probably smiling.
“What if someone walks by the window?” you said, a little annoyed as your eyes flicked back to the outside world. As if you were anticipating someone walking by right at that moment. “How would you explain this?”
“I wouldn’t,” he said. “And everyone around here knows better than to ask.” You moved to roll over a bit, just so you could glare at him, but the weight of his body suddenly was against you. Oppressively. His tongue met the back of your neck as his fingers withdrew - pulling a whimpering moan from your throat - before the same fingers were suddenly against your lips. Pushing for you to open and taste yourself.
You obeyed, but not without flushing so hard your ears burned.
“Good girl,” he praised into your right ear. That alone made you melt into the floor as your brain considered shutting off.
No, you weren’t becoming mindless that easy. Even if it was really, really hard to resist.
His hips aligned with your backside and you could feel the curve of his erection pressing against your exposed, wet core. The slick of yourself soaking into the front of his pants, which you knew was already ruined from his own leaking precome. For a minute, he only rubbed against you, doing nothing to help relieve the pressure both of you were no doubt feeling. Humping against you like a pathetic dog until you finally got sick of it.
You bit his fingers, needing more. He gave a rough, sultry laugh into your ear before he tugged at your lobe with his pointed teeth. Sending your brain into a primordial mush. “Ouch. Not so hard, cupcake.”
You released his fingers. “Don’t call me that.”
“Why not?” he snickered into your ear, the vibrations making your skin prickle. “When I do you always seem to like it.”
Okay, enough of this. “Are you going to fuck me or what?”
“So impatient,” he licked behind your ear. He proceeded to nurse at the same spot for a minute as his hips shifted and he rubbed against you pathetically before his resolve seemed to finally waver. Probably because he could sense you were close to turning around and boxing his ears. “Are you sure you’re ready?”
You finally moved your right hand away from under yourself, where you had been bracing the floor, and you took his hand into your own. Moving to press his palm to your mouth so you could bite the flesh. Not hard, but enough that you felt him tense as your teeth indented the curve of his thumb. The longer he paused, the harder you sunk your teeth in.
“Cupcake-“
Now you definitely bit him.
“Okay! Okay!” he pulled away and you smiled at the mark you left as your cheek once again pressed to the hardwood. Your eyes drew up to see more leaves cross over the window. Dappling the sunlight that streamed in through impossibly tall windows.
It was such a nice day.
His hands crept up from your hips to your side, bunching up the fabric of your shirt before he pulled it off, blinding you for a moment as your hair fell into your vision. He discarded it to the side but left your bra on. You reached up to take it off but he stopped you, his hands hot against your own.
“You can keep it on.”
“Hm.” Well, whatever. It was a little cool in the library anyway so having your bra on was fine. It was the only thing, other than your socks.
His belt buckle clicked and you heard his blazer slip off his shoulders. The dark silk lining was suddenly in your vision as he pushed it under you. Forcing you to lean up off the hardwood and now onto fabric more expensive than your apartment. It felt luxurious under your fingers and forearms and you smoothed it out before you went back to resting on it. Well, it was probably better than getting… wood burns.
His hands then adjusted your hips, pulling you onto your knees so your ass was high in the air. You didn’t resist as you bowed your head, the anticipation making your head light as you let him arrange you to his liking. Between your legs, you saw his belt hanging off to the side and his pants pushed down just enough to expose himself. Personally, you would have preferred him to strip as much as you, but you could demand such things later.
Right now, you really just needed his dripping dick wrecking your insides.
He lightly slapped his cock against you. One, two, three times. Rubbing in circles around your entrance - just enough to get you to whimpering in frustration - before he pressed in.
Your forehead hit the floor. Well, it pressed against the silk that muffled the sound of you banging your head. Because by the gods, your body always seemed to forget how big he was.
You couldn’t help but sink toward the floor, your eyes rolling back as he pressed in. Each inch deliciously stretching your insides to the point you wondered if he would hit your lungs. But a sharp slap to your backside made you jolt and clench to the point his breath hitched.
“H-Hey!” you snapped, raising yourself back up on your forearms as you tried to glare at him from over your shoulder. “What was that for?”
He moved to cover you with his weight and you felt the cold metal of his necklace tickle between your shoulder blades. His tie laid flat over your back before his chest did and he enveloped you - damn this wolf and his broad proportions. “Sorry, but this would be better if you weren’t trying to be as flat as a pancake.” He paused. “Pancake? Should I call you-?”
“Don’t even think about it,” you warned.
“I think it’s cute.” You could hear the smile in his voice.
“Valko-!” Whatever you were going to say died as he snapped his hips forward. He gave a small laugh at your bark of surprise before his body seemed to take over from his smart-ass mouth. Both of you remembering why exactly you had decided to act like a pair of idiotic animals instead of enjoying the autumn day reading in his library. Your tea was cold on one of the tables, his coffee lukewarm on another, but damned if you could remember in the moment. Right now, all you wanted was him. This stupid, teasing, bratty dog.
You felt something soft brush against your leg but you ignored it as you stared out the window, your breaths moving back into harsh, appreciative pants. He pressed you down with his chest, his hands sliding away only so they could wrap around your waist. Anchoring you as he drove his cock deep into your body, as if he was afraid you’d try to wriggle away.
You had no intention to do so.
Slowly, your voice started coming out. First in small, hiccuping moans, before you stopped caring and you let yourself go. Who cared if anyone saw or heard you now? Being mated by a wolf? You let your cheek once again press against the silk of his jacket, the scent of his lingering earthy cologne making your head light as your thighs trembled and your fingers fisted his jacket.
You moaned loud enough that it seemed to echo around the room. And he responded by chuckling. Pleased with himself.
Oh, whatever.
His rhythmic thrusts suddenly increased for a moment as his teeth started scraping over the nape of your neck. Driving into you at a speed that made nonsensical moans erupt from deep in your chest. As soon as his teeth sunk in, he slowed back to the regular rhythm and you were left gasping as he bit you. Holding you within his mouth as he kept fucking your body. The slaps now sounding wetter as the both of you couldn’t stop.
It occurred to you that you didn’t make him wear a condom.
“Valko,” you groaned, intending to warn him. Especially as he pushed harder and you felt the base of his knot start grinding against your sensitive, puffy folds. “Valko, you-! Ngh, you need…”
He let go of your neck to bite at your shoulder. His own groaning starting to fill your head as his tail thumped hard against the floors behind you. One of his hands left your waist so he could grip his jacket, twisting the silk as you saw his nails start tearing the fabric.
His hot, panting mouth pressed against your neck. Licking, kissing, biting - whatever he could do - before his voice broke.
“N-need you,” he begged. “I-I need you so bad…”
Ah. He started pulling out to far and thrusting in too hard. Driving down so deep, you saw stars.
You needed to tell him something but you forgot what as your eyes rolled into your head. He fucked you, in every sense of the word, burying his face into your neck as he pushed you flat against the floor. Hard enough that your chest hurt but you could still breath enough to moan. Specifically his name.
It only incensed him.
“Valko,” you slurred as you spread your legs wider, your left foot rubbing against his calf as the sounds of your ‘lovemaking’ filled your ears.
For a moment, everything was nonsensical except the building pressure in your mind and core. He was fucking you senseless. Bucking hard enough into you that you felt like he was in your stomach. You drooled on his coat, begging for him with words you’d never normally use, thrusting back desperately until your stamina was so depleted, you could only shake.
He responded by panting directly into your ear, his left hand clutching your lower stomach as if he was trying to feel where his cock was pushing. His thrusting turning slightly erratic as he seemed to be losing himself in the moment as well. He said something but it was slurred, rough, and drunk.
You’d ask him later about it. If you remembered.
Then finally, everything started sparking in your body when he adjusted and angled and every damned thrust was suddenly making you see blinding, hot stars. You barked as every thrust went nearly to the hilt, your insides clenching so tight you felt like a bomb getting ready to explode. He got the hint and didn’t stop, relentlessly pounding into you, pinning you to the floor as he started desperately panting to keep up the momentum. His muscles straining as he did everything he could not to stop.
“Va-Val…” you could barely say his name. “Va-Valko-! You’re-!”
His tongue licked your neck and you stopped trying to form sentences. Instead, you just repeated his name since it seemed to drive him to insanity.
“Valko-! Valko, ngh! Valko, please! Don’t…! Val-!”
It was in the middle of him burying himself right to your cervix that it finally hit. The relief felt like a freight train hitting you square in the forehead, and damn if you cared who heard.
You came on him, against him, with him. Who knew. Your body was just in ecstasy as you shouted and clawed at his coat, then his arms and finally his hair as your right hand scratched deep into his skull. He bit you in the process and in your bliss, you didn’t resist him trying to shove himself fully in. He took three tries, his feet scraping against the floor as both of you pushed closer to the window, desperately trying to lock with you.
On the third push, you opened your legs wide enough to let him in. Though not without resistance. The pain of his knot bucking into your body mixed with the horrible pleasure of your orgasm made you nearly delirious. Your mind screamed as it told you something definitely was wrong, that something the size or a tennis ball did not belong in your body, but the deluge of ecstasy overrode it because gods, if you didn’t love it-!
Then his damn left hand moved down to your clit and everything became too much. You were drowning.
He came. And it felt like a dam had burst in your insides. There was nothing to hold him back and you twisted and cried as his fingers worked you over while he experienced his own orgasm. One that made him sound like his own skin was being stripped off as his knot swelled and his seed wouldn’t stop relentlessly filling you up.
And he didn’t stop. His fingers, his coming, his own howls which rattled in your brain. The way he ripped his own jacket with one hand while he clutched your pussy with the other. Trapping your clit between his fingers which only made you tighten so hard, you thought he was going to lose his dick.
It made you come again, this time with a lot more pain as you felt like you were on fire. The overload becoming too much as you bawled and collapsed onto the floor; Hypersensitive and cracking as you tried to get away.
Only because if you endured any more, you were sure you’d die.
The roughness of his thrusts softened to rocking and his teeth were gone as he was suddenly clinging to you. Cuddling you. His voice soft as he tried to soothe you from the deluge of sensations that were wracking your body and his fingers left where you were dying the most. The relief made you gasp as the sudden rush of emotions that had blinded you earlier made you erupt in another body-shaking cry.
You were overwhelmed.
“I-I’m here, I’m h-here, it’s okay,” he said, his own voice shaking. His breaths shallow and trembling as he attempted to calm you down. You felt so full. “I-I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
He repeated it over and over while your brain struggled to find purchase. To figure out what on earth had just happened to you. Your emotions threatened to swing down - into something brutal and damning - but the arms around you made you pause. Then Valko suddenly sobbed. As if he was experiencing the same thing.
He pressed his face into your neck as his arms moved to hug you tightly to himself. His own body unable to comprehend his hypersensitivity as he clung to you like you were the only lifeline in a vast, dark sea. “I’m s-sorry. I’m sorry. I-I’m sorry-“ he hiccuped. “I-I-I’m sorry, I-I’m h-here, I’m sorry, I’m sorry-“
On one hand, you needed to hear it. Your eyes drifted back outside and a few leaves were caught on the windowsill. Brilliant orange and red hues that made your heart swell at the beauty. On the other hand, Valko was about ready to bawl his eyes out and you started peeling him off, making him clutch you even harder.
“Valko,” you said, groggy, emotionally drained, and aching. Damn this dog’s knot. “Turn me. Slowly.”
He pulled back, his face a mess and you slowly turned to him, wincing at the feeling of how you were locked on his cock. It hurt for a moment - it made him whine in pain as well - but you positioned yourself enough that you were on your side. As soon as you opened your arms to him, he was in them. Burying his face into your neck as his back heaved. You clung to him as well, remembering that he hadn’t meant to do it.
Again, you were two stupid animals. One of you a little more than the other.
“I’m sorry,” he begged. You held him so tight that he grunted. Your emotions were stabilizing while he seemed to be swinging down. Poor boy. “I-I’m sorry.”
“I know.”
“I’m s-sorry.”
“It’s okay,” you said. “You’re alright, Valko. You’re safe. You’re okay.”
“I’m sorry,” his voice cracked.
You couldn’t help but rest your head against his shoulder. Poor pup. “I know you are, you’re okay. You’re a good boy, Valko. You’re alright.” Your hands ran down his back, smoothing his dark shirt which now clung to him from the sweat. His ears were flat on his head when reached up to pet them, your fingers careful where they touched when he whined. “Breathe. You’re okay.”
His body trembled and it made your eyes nearly roll back as his damn knot vibrated in you. Rubbing in places you did not want to get fired up again. “Valko, breathe. Breathe for me, okay?” He didn’t seem to comply until you shifted again, finally getting on your back which got him flat against you. Still hugging you like you were a teddy bear protecting him from a storm.
“Breathe for me. Let me hear you. Okay? Good boy. Good boy, Valko.”
He seemed to calm down. Slowly, he stopped tensing his entire body and you felt the knots in his shoulders as you swept your hands up and down them. Soothing his back.
“Good boy,” you repeated until he finally calmed and his body stopped shaking like the leaves outside. “There’s my good boy.”
He groaned slightly against your skin. But at least he seemed to have stabilized as well.
Only after a few minutes of you both breathing and soaking in the exhausting, aching aftermath did he speak.
“Are you okay?” he mumbled against your neck, finally pushing himself up so his eyes could meet yours. He frowned immediately and shifted, moving so his thumb could reach up and rub at the corner of your eye. You felt wetness smear on your cheek and it made you reach up to touch as well. Damn, how much had you cried? “Did I hurt you?”
The tears had been a mixture of everything and you wiped at your own eyes, almost embarrassed. Only when did you look up and really focus on him did you find yourself smiling. He looked worse, his eyes red and long lines of tears having streaked down his face. You laid back so you could reach up with both hands and wipe at his cheeks, making him flush.
“Seems more like I hurt you. Your eyes are going to get as puffy as a cloud”
He pouted slightly. “I’m being serious.”
“So am I.”
“Hey, I’m so-“
“Stop apologizing, Valko,” you sigh as you grabbed his neck and pulled him down again, pressing him to your chest. He grunted, his body shifting enough that you felt his knot pull and it made both of you hiss. “Ah, just lay here with me until you calm down.” You breathed. “And I’m fine Valko. I really am.”
He hugged you, his ears still flat and you ruffled his hair, tracing circles on the nape of his neck. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You never will.” Never intentionally. What happened when you decided to let a wolf mate with you… well. Next time, maybe you’ll ride him so you weren’t having your guts rearranged that roughly. Behind you, the wind picked up and once again the sunlight was broken by the shadow of leaves falling past. Mottling the sunlight for a moment before it was back to large, unbroken warm beams that lit up the ancient library.
You turned your head to watch, still petting Valko as he laid on you with his tail curling next to your hip when you remembered your previous problem.
“Valko.”
“Hm?”
“Next time, wear a condom,” you said flatly. He almost seemed confused before his ears pressed deep against his skull.
“Sor-.”
“Stop apologizing.”
“Okay.” He paused. “Pancake.”