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You’re at the large apron sink, cleaning dinner from your plates. Outside, the moon swells full. You hear a shuffle behind you and feel your husband’s large hands wrap around your middle, his chin resting lazily on your shoulder. Nicholas is warm, disconcertingly so.
“Starting to smell like a wet dog, Nico” you mumble as he uses his hooked nose to nuzzle against the sensitive skin just behind your ear.
He huffs but inhales deeply before responding, “Y’know what time of the month it is, baby. Can’t help it.” The tone in his voice is rougher, more gravelly; the sound is smoke and it makes something in your belly curl.
You continue scrubbing the dishes nonchalantly, “Nico, how close is the wolf now? Last month you shifted hours earlier than I’d thought..we’d barely had time to..”
“Lock me up, I know.” Nicholas presses a hot kiss to the junction of your shoulder and neck, “But is it so bad? We’ve been married awhile...everything is going so well…”
You try but fail to suppress the tiny moan that escapes your lips, “Nico...I thought we both agreed that trying for a baby is a huge step...imagine if it happened while you’re..”
Nicholas sighs and uses his large hot hands to spin you, pressing you against the sink with his hips, arms anchoring on either side of you. The look in his whiskey colored eyes is tormented, tanned skin flushed a pretty russet from the tips of his ears down to where the collar of his thermal shirt splits over his defined pecs. “I know…I know that…” He pauses as he searches for the words, lips trailing over your collarbone, “...that mating with me when I’m under the influence is...scary...but, baby it’s ME. My most natural state” His tongue laps at your pulse point, “I won’t hurt ya...I promise.” He drags an already sharpening canine against your soft flesh, “I need ya. Can’t you feel it?” He growls out, his chest reverberating, rattling your own.
And oh. Do you feel it. He’s trembling with need, flushed and straining in his jeans, the evidence of it pressing insistently against your thigh. “Nico..” You trail a palm over his heated cheek.
He doesn’t let you finish, head lifting to look up at you, his eyes already shifting into that of the wolf inside; yellow-gold instead of that inviting brown, his pupils slits. “Please don’t make me beg” He whimpers, “It hurts. It’s the same every month. I need to feed, to fuck. The wolf’s got me so tight tonight I...baby I can’t be locked up again. I want you. No...I NEED you to have my baby.”
You rock against the knee that’s inserted itself between your thighs, “Nicholas...How long until you shift?”
He gasps when he feels you grind, “Bout an hour...give or take. You smell so fucking good I could explode right now.”
You press soft kisses up his tanned throat, “Go hunt, and when you come back I’ll..I’ll be waiting.”
His face looks a little more feral, a little sharper now, but he looks into your eyes with an intensity erring on this side of desperate, “No...No chains this time?”
You shake your head and press a soft kiss to his lips, “No chains tonight. I’ll be in our bed, waiting for you.”
Nicholas’ entire body seems to relax at the thought, “Oh, baby, you’re so good to me. My perfect partner,” He kisses you hungrily moaning into your mouth as his tongue pries it open, “But...I don’t want you waiting in bed for me. Wait a few hours, once we’re sure I’ve hunted...”He looks out the window, “I’ll smell you the minute you hit the treeline.”
You crane your head to look up at him in surprise, “Outside?”
He huffs out a laugh, but there’s a weight behind it. “Yeah….Yeah outside...I gotta track you down for myself...need to hunt my pretty little mate before I make her mine all over again.” He nips your earlobe, throbbing against your hip as he grips you, helping you ride his thigh,” Just stay inside until I’ve eaten.”
You nod and let him kiss you again, this time when he pulls away he takes several steps back, “Fuck….I gotta go.” He turns and storms out of the cabin. You race to the door and bolt the latch locked.
There’s a commotion outside, and you know only a few feet away Nicholas is shifting from the man you married into something...other. His wolf form isn’t terrifying to look at, actually. He’s still vaguely human, just with teeth and claws and preternatural abilities; a little hairier, with added wolf ears and a tail. Overall, not the worst to look at...but his behavior is what makes you tremble every month.
Your loving husband becomes a mirror image of himself; hungry, violent, aggressive...every month you hear him as he rattles his chains in the barn, as he swears and growls and howls and threatens you. Every month it’s the same, Nico begs and pleads to have you. To eat you or fuck you, sometimes you can’t tell. It varies month to month. This month, his wolf cycle seems intent on breeding you, and the thought thrills and terrifies you.
You look out the window and are met with glowing golden eyes, that deep animalistic growl in your ears as Nicholas turns and races off into the woods at the edge of your property.
You wait several hours for the beast to burn itself out on bloodshed. Once it’s safe, you slip on the thin silk robe you wear at night, figuring it would be better than losing an entire outfit to Nico’s claws. Your heartbeat flutters like a bird’s wings in your chest as you pad across the dewy grass towards the treeline. Large black spires stand silently in the milky white of moonlight, the forest is dipped in silver. The soft squish of grass turns to pine needles as you finally cross the threshold.
As soon as you step out of the moon’s beams you hear the hush that has fallen over the forest. It’s as if the world is nothing but a void as you start to pick your way down the footpath that Nicholas has worn into the dirt. You start to feel the hairs on your arms raise as you continue walking, the lack of cricket chirps and owl hoots setting you on edge.
You stumble as you trip over a stump in the middle of the path and fall to the ground with an “oof.” Your hand lands in something warm and wet and you don’t need to turn and squint to know what you’ve just tripped over. The buck is barely recognizable, having been mauled into nothing more than a slab of bones and tattered meat. You shriek and push yourself back through the dirt, wiping your hands on the ground as you go.
Finally, you put some distance between yourself and the corpse, your heart slowing back to a steady beat. You take a few deep breaths and give yourself time to reorient before forcing yourself to stand and continue this game that Nicholas wanted to play. You follow the path through feel alone, the moon’s light too filtered by the canopy above to be much help this deep into the woods.
You shiver and continue wandering, your stomach in knots. What happens if he’s not in control? The buck you’d tripped over was huge, but what if it wasn’t enough to feed the beast? What if he confuses your scent for prey instead of his mate? Terror grips you and you do an about-face on the path, ready to march home and tell your husband that if he wants a baby he can make it as a man...maybe even in the daylight, if you had a say. Which, you did and he’d listen to reason once the moon dropped behind the horizon in the morning.
You wander for what feels like hours, realizing you’re more lost than you’d thought, nothing looks familiar and you shiver, cold and alone and utterly terrified. That’s when you hear it, a wolf’s howl. There’s something in it that sounds like your Nico, mixed with the beast inside of him. You feel your eyes widen as you turn and start sprinting away from wherever you’d heard him. You don’t make it far before twigs snap and crunch behind you. Your legs are like jelly and before you know it, the fear has you frozen. It wouldn’t have done you much good to run, anyway, you decide as a split second later Nicholas is barreling into your back.
You lay face down on the ground trying to catch your breath as your mind catches up to how fast everything just happened. Your husband’s bulk is over you pushing you into the dirt on the path. He noses at your hair, breathing your scent into his very cells. He lets out a tiny growl, his nails digging into the soil, hands caging your wrists to the ground.
“N...Nico…” You didn’t realize you were crying until talking became impossible.
He growls again and fists your hair, tilting your head to the side. His tongue dragging a hot, wet trail up the side of your neck. You sniffle and cry as he rocks his hips, hard cock already soaking the bit of robe still covering you.
“Nico...it’s me….” You try again, “You f..found me...good job..” You try to keep your voice soft, to keep from setting him off.
He rolls his hips, rutting against your ass for another thrust, then his weight leaves your back. The lack of heat and him is so jarring that you roll onto your back. Nicholas is standing, watching you with golden eyes, chest heaving as he looks down at you. Your eyes meet his and then trail down his body, he’s shaking with the effort of holding back, his cock so hard between his thighs that it’s curving up into the thick black thatch of hair above it.
“You….okay?” He rasps out.
You nod and stand from the ground, “Yeah...I’m okay...are you?”
He hacks out a laugh and shakes his head, “I wanna breed you so bad, baby. You smell so fucking good.”
You take a step towards him and put your hands on his chest, “No mauling instincts?”
He shakes his head and bites his lip with his canines, “No...already ate. Won’t be hungry for days.”
You feel the anxiety in your stomach uncoiling, the knot of fear loosening, “So...what now?”
“Gonna take ya to my den and make you a mama,” He growls out as he steps forward and snatches you, throwing you over his shoulder.
His ‘den’ is more elaborate than you’d thought it would be, definitely not the hastily dug hole you thought it would be. A safe bunker carved under the roots of a giant pine, the floor is packed earth, just high enough for him to stand comfortably.
“Been workin on this a long time” He grits out as he dumps you onto a pile of furs.
You look around, taking in the stash of water bottles and food piled in one corner, the little fireplace he’d constructed on the wall opposite where you now lay. “I can see that...how long..?”
He falls to his knees on the furs, bracketing your body with his own, “How long have I been hoping my partner would let me fuck them while I’m..like this? Years.”
He leans in, capturing your lips with his. Where your Nicholas may have been gruff and unpolished, this one was starving. His tongue lapped into your mouth as his claws shredded your robe in two seconds flat. Nico shifts and rubs his swollen head against where you’re dripping for him. “Fuck, baby...M’not gonna be able to hold it,” he growls as he nips your throat. “Please….lemme give you a baby...one perfect little baby.”
You arch into his touch, your hands sliding over the muscled meat of his ass, fingers toying with the tail protruding from above them. Nicholas’ hips jut forward, grinding into your slick, “Please…” He whimpers, “I need to breed you, baby. Wanna fill you up and knot you. Make sure my cum stays right where it’s meant to.”
You moan as he takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking and lapping at the sensitive bud before he pierces it with a canine. You cry out in pain, but his tongue soothes the sting, making you let out a soft little moan. “Mmmm...Nico…” Your hand cradles the back of his dark head as he sucks the blood from your wound, “Breed me,” You murmur out, “You’re doing so good for me.” You tug his hair gently, “But I know you can do better, you can take it.”
The wolf’s eyes meet yours and there’s something like relief in them as he flips you, lining himself up with your entrance. His tail wags behind him, black and bushy relaying his excitement. You gasp at the stretch of him, but you take him inch by burning inch.
“Fuck...so tight.” He grits out, chest rumbling against your back as he shallowly rolls his hips.
You rock back against him, arching your back to take more of him. His clawed hands press your wrists down on the furs beneath you, as he finally thrusts to the hilt.
“Nico!” You gasp out as he fills you, pleasure and pain spiking through your body, setting every nerve ending alight. “So good!”
He growls and pulls out, thrusting back in with measured strokes, “Gonna...make you mine..mark you inside…” He kisses the back of your neck with a hot open mouthed kiss, “and out.” Nicholas bites down hard, sinking his teeth into the tender flesh at the back of your neck, breaking the skin. You would have tried to buck him off of you, had you noticed the pain at all; your mind swimming in pleasure as he dips a hand between your thighs. His pace turns hard and fast as he loses himself in you, your moans, you heat and your slick.
There’s nothing but the slick slap of skin on skin and his growls as he ruts into you. “Nico…” You moan as you drool into the furs your face is smashed against, “So good...feels so good. You feel so good,” You feel your own release approaching, “ M’yours...your mate...w...want your…baby...”
Nicholas groans and laps that spot at the back of your neck, “Fuck...baby…” He pulls out, and you whine at the emptiness. He drags the weeping tip over your ass cheeks, painting you with himself before lining himself back up, “I need….Baby…”
You rock back against him, and he sinks into you with a snap of his hips, “Oh...Nico…” You moan again, “You can do it, I know you can.” You continue riding the rhythm of his hips as his thick cock drags against every sensitive spot inside of you.
“M’gonna knot you….” He growls out as he suddenly thrusts deep, the bulb at the base of his dick popping into you, locking you two together. The sudden stretch and the feeling of his cum pumping into you, hot and wet, is enough to cause you to reach your own orgasm.
Nicholas!!! You cry as your vision whites out, there’s nothing but the impossible stretch and weight of him as he’s inconsolable over you.
“Mmmm...Taking me...my knot...my mate..” He’s babbling as wave after wave of thick seed dumps deep inside of you, “Gonna give you my baby...watch you swell with me…” He growls out as his hips continue rocking minutely, emptying himself.
After what seems an eternity he slumps against your back, panting against your nape.
You slowly come back to yourself, feeling your husband completely weighing you down, his face buried into your neck, pressing soft kisses to the crook. “Fuck..baby you okay?” His voice is strained.
You nod, still catching your breath against the furs, “Y...yeah…”
Nicholas let’s out a soft whine into your ear as you clench around him, his hips jutting forward as he’s milked inside of you one more time. “F...fuck..”
You gasp when you feel another load dump into you, your toes curling at the feeling of him driving inside subconsciously, the feeling sets your body on fire again and you come a second time around him. “H...how long will this last?” you pant out after you both catch your breaths.
He huffs a laugh as he kisses your nape, “Hours.”
You clench around him again, and after the third load is driven deep inside of you, you decide that maybe you don’t mind a full moon as much as you thought you did.