Full moan-3

His roar tore through the silent woods, a raw, animalistic sound that signaled the end of his restraint. His body went rigid, every muscle in his back and arms corded like steel cables as he delivered several final, devastating thrusts. He was bottoming out, hitting the very back of my womb with a force that made my vision go white.

"I'm... filling... you," he ground out through clenched teeth, his voice a distorted growl.

Then, he buckled. I felt the first massive, hot pulse of his seed hitting my internal walls, followed by another and another. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, his entire frame shuddering as he flooded me, the sheer volume of his release making me feel even fuller than before. He didn't pull back; he kept himself slammed against me, pinning me to the tree as he emptied himself into me, his heart thudding like a drum against my chest.

I was limp in his arms, my legs still hooked weakly around his waist, my body buzzing with a lingering, heavy aftershock. The only sound in the clearing was our ragged, synchronised breathing and the distant rustle of the wind through the trees.

The Alpha stayed there for a long time, his weight heavy and grounding. Slowly, he pulled his head back, his amber eyes dimming back to their human hue as he looked at me. There was no more predatory hunger, only a deep, possessive satisfaction.

"You're mine now, Willow," he whispered, his thumb tracing the line of my lower lip, which was swollen from my own biting. "The herbs can wait. You aren't going back to that house tonight."

He slowly began to slide out, the friction of his exit making me whimper as the cool air rushed into the space he had occupied. As he set me down on my feet, my knees buckled, but he caught me easily, his large hand steadying me against his warm, naked chest. He looked down at my thighs, where his cream was already beginning to overflow and run down my legs in thick, white streaks.

"A perfect art," he repeated, his voice low and dark with promise.

~~~~~~~~~~~

The sunlight filtering through the trees felt like an accusation as I scrambled out of the furs. The hut was empty, the Alpha’s presence gone, but the heavy, musky scent of the night remained. Panic surged through me, I'm dead. I'm absolutely dead. My mother would have my head for being out all night, regardless of the "errand" she’d sent me on.

I grabbed the bundle of herbs, the pathetic excuse for my potential death, and sprinted. My legs were heavy, my inner thighs aching with every stride, a constant reminder of the weight and power that had claimed me just hours before.

As I neared the house, I could hear the shouting.

"How could you send my sister out at night? Why would you do such a thing? It’s the full moon for crying out loud!" Eric’s roar shook the wooden walls.

"I’m sorry, Eric," Molly’s voice was high and defensive. "Your sister was sick, so I thought Willow should—"

"Step-sister!" Eric interrupted, his voice dripping with venom. "Your daughter is my step-sister, Molly. And you sent Willow out at night for what? To get a herb? We both know it’s all a lie just for me to fuck your daughter's pussy!"

I froze at the porch, my hand trembling on the doorframe. The realization hit me like a physical blow. That was it. My mother didn't care about herbs or sickness; she just wanted me out of the way so my brother could be alone with Ezra. I was a sacrifice for their convenience.

I pushed the door open.

The silence that followed was deafening. Every head snapped toward me. Molly, Ezra, Eric, and his best friend, my crush, who was sitting on the couch, looking on in shock.

They all went pale. I stood there, disheveled and breathless, and then the reality of my situation crashed down on me. I wasn't just messy; I was reeking. The Alpha’s scent was thick on me, musk, rain, and the unmistakable, heavy smell of his release.

"Willow..." my brother breathed, stepping toward me. My crush’s eyes widened, his gaze sweeping over me, and I felt a sudden, sharp wave of shyness. I wanted to disappear.

"What the fuck?" Eric said, his nose wrinkling as he took in the overwhelming scent of a dominant male clinging to my skin.

"You fucked the Alpha!" Ezra screamed, jumping to her feet. Her eyes weren't filled with concern; they were burning with pure, unadulterated jealousy and hatred.

"I... the woods..." I started to stammer, my face heating up.

"Just go inside and take a cold shower," Eric said, a strange, dark smile spreading across his face. "And let’s just make sure you have his pup."

"What? Is that all you're going to say?" Mother shrieked in anger. "She should be punished for—"

She cut herself off when Eric leveled a murderous glare at her.

"Thanks for sending my sister out," Eric said, his voice cold as ice. "And no one is going to punish her."

I didn't wait to hear the rest. I pushed past them, keeping my head down as I hurried toward the safety of my room, the Alpha's scent trailing behind me like a brand.

~~~~~

I was lying on the bed, my body still feeling heavy and oversensitive, when the door creaked open. It was Rox. He didn't even wait for an answer before he was stepping into the small space of my room, closing the door behind him.

"Can I come in?" he asked, though he was already halfway to the edge of my bed.

"Yes," I muttered, sitting up and pulling the blanket tighter around my chest. My heart was racing, not just because he was my crush, but because of the way he was looking at me. It wasn't the usual friendly look; it was sharp, intense, and filled with a curiosity that made my skin prickle.

"So, how was it?" he asked, leaning against the bedpost.

"How was what?" I tried to keep my voice steady, but it came out breathless.

"Don’t play dumb, Willow. You know what I mean."

"No, I don't," I lied, looking away from him.

"The Alpha’s dick," he said, the words blunt and jarring in the quiet room. "How was it?"

The heat rushed to my face, a mix of embarrassment and anger. "Get out!" I snapped, pointing toward the door.

He immediately raised his hands in a mock gesture of surrender. "I’m not here to fight you, Willow. I just want to know. Everyone in the house can smell him on you. We know what happened."

I relaxed slightly, my hand dropping back to the mattress, but I didn't reply. I couldn't. How was I supposed to describe the feeling of being marked and claimed by something so primal?

The silence stretched between us, thick and uncomfortable. Rox took a step closer, his gaze dropping from my face to the way the blanket was wrapped around me.

"Can I see?" he whispered, his voice dropping to a low, husky tone.

"Are you insane?" I breathed, my heart hammering against my ribs.

"No... no, I don’t mean it like that," Rox said quickly, taking another step toward the bed, his eyes dark and fixated on me. "I promise. There is no way I could have the Alpha's pussy. I still love my life, Willow. If I actually fucked you, the Alpha would smell me deep inside you the moment he came back, and he’d kill me without a second thought."

I stared at him, my mouth dry.

"I just want to, you know, lick you up," he continued, his voice dropping to a low, seductive rasp. "Help you feel relaxed. You look so wound up, and I know you’re still sensitive from last night."

"Lick up?" I asked, the words feeling heavy on my tongue.

"Yes. Suck your pussy clean," he whispered, his gaze dropping to where the blanket covered my lap. "I want to know what he tastes like. I want to taste the Alpha's cum on you without actually crossing the line."

My cunt ached at his words. The thought of his tongue, someone I had crushed on for years, cleaning away the Alpha's mess was electrifying. It was wrong, dangerous even, but after the savage heat of the night before, the idea of Rox being worshipful and thorough between my legs felt like it would be so good.

Slowly, I let the blanket fall away and spread my legs. The cool air of the room hit my damp skin, making me shiver, but the heat radiating from Rox was more intense. I wasn't wearing any underwear, I hadn't been able to bring myself to put any on after the Alpha's claim, and the evidence of the night before was still visible, a faint, sticky sheen on my inner thighs.

He dropped to his knees between my legs so fast it made me gasp. He didn't touch me with his hands at first; he just leaned in, his face inches away from my heat, taking a deep, shaky breath.

"To the moon, Willow," he groaned, his eyes fluttering shut as he inhaled the potent mix of my arousal and the Alpha’s lingering, heavy musk. "He really did fill you up, didn't he? You're practically dripping with him."

His hands finally moved, gripping the undersides of my thighs to pull me closer to the edge of the bed. I watched, my breath hitching in my throat, as his tongue flicked out to wet his lips. He looked up at me once, his expression dark and hungry, before he leaned forward and pressed his face directly against my aching center.

The first lick was long and slow, starting from the very bottom and dragging all the way up to my clit. I cried out, my hips bucking off the mattress as the sudden sensation of his wet, warm tongue sent a jolt of electricity straight to my spine.

"So sweet," he murmured against my skin, his voice muffled. "He tastes like power... but you taste like heaven."

He began to lap at me with a feverish intensity, his tongue swirling around my opening, tasting the Alpha's spent seed as it trickled out. He was thorough, using his fingers to spread my folds so he could reach every sensitive inch, sucking and licking as if he were trying to drink every drop of the night before away. It felt incredible, softer than the Alpha’s raw power, but just as focused on making me lose my mind.

Rox groaned low in his throat, a sound of pure submission to the scent and taste of me. He didn’t hurry; he took his time, his tongue moving in slow, deliberate circles around my clit, teasing the swollen bud until I was gripping the bedsheets so hard my knuckles turned white.

"You’re so sensitive, Willow," he whispered, his hot breath fanning over my wet skin. "Every time I touch you, you’re shaking."

He used his thumbs to pull my labia wider, exposing the dark, cream-streaked entrance of my cunt. He leaned in close, his nose brushing against me as he took another long, deep inhale. He looked mesmerized, his eyes tracking the way my pulse throbbed in my walls.

Slowly, he began to lick the insides of my thighs first, cleaning the stray, dried tracks of the Alpha’s release with long, sweeping strokes of his tongue. He moved upward with agonizing slowness, savoring the salt and the musk of the forest that still clung to me.

When he finally returned to my center, he didn't just lick; he began to suck. He took my inner lips into his mouth, tugging gently, his tongue darting inside me just an inch, just enough to taste the thick, white evidence of the Alpha’s climax.

"I can feel him," Rox rasped, pulling back for a second to look me in the eyes. "He’s deep inside you. Even his scent is heavy, like he wanted to drown out anyone else who ever dared to look at you."

He went back to work, his tongue becoming more insistent, lapping up the cream as it leaked out of me, his mouth creating a rhythmic, wet vacuum that made my toes curl. I felt a different kind of tension building now, not the savage, bruising need the Alpha had forced out of me, but a sweet, melting ache that made me want to pull Rox's head even closer.