Wolfbitten - Chapter 6

TYSON

‘Twas several nights after the winter solstice (and one night after Christmas) when all through the packhouse, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. And thank the Goddess for that, because we weren’t really big fans of mice around here. At least I wasn’t. Although, I had come to warm up to rats… well, some very specific pet rats. Other than that, still wasn’t a big fan.

But you know what I was a fan of? T&A, especially when that T&A was attached to my perfect, voluptuous, thick AF fiancée and mate. My mate that was very conspicuously missing from my bed. I had gotten used to having her warm body next to mine every night, and every inch of my skin was practically tingling with the loss of her. Because her family was very religious, it had been decided that we would stay in separate housing situations during the duration of our trip to her old pack. She at her parents’ home, and I at the packhouse of my ally, the Midnight Maple Pack.

I knew she planned to go back to school during the spring semester, but damn, this was torture. For years I was totally fine being on my own, in fact preferred it. But somehow, now, it felt totally foreign and unnatural.

I rolled over and flipped my pillow, trying to get comfortable in the bed with far too much space. Goddess, what I wouldn’t do for—

The door creaked open slowly, and the most luxurious, perfumed scent drifted in. Her feet padded across the floorboards, and I could instantly tell she was drunk because she was doing the shittiest job sneaking ever, clumsily tripping and giggling as she made her way to the bed.

I shifted and made room for her as she crawled in under the covers. “You’re awake!” Gigi exclaimed quietly as soon as I opened my eyes.

“I’m always awake for you, baby,” I replied, pulling her closer to me.

She brushed her fingertips along my biceps. “My, Grandma,” she snickered, “What big arms you have!”

“The better to snuggle you with,” I responded, squeezing her to me. “Mine,” I added with satisfaction.

“My, Grandma, what big, glowy eyes you have!”

“The better to stare at that fat, delicious ass while you’re making gains during your deadlifts.” I gave one cheek a big squeeze. Her pelvis instantly shot right to my crotch, rubbing against the massive boner I’d been sporting since her arrival.

“My, Grandma, what big pecs you have!” She pushed her hands under my t-shirt and inched them up my chest, conveniently ignoring what was really big and in need of her attention at that moment.

“The better to…” I paused in thought. “The better to lift you up and onto my cock.” I smiled, baiting her in that direction.

She gasped in response. “Grandma! That’s not appropriate to do to your granddaughter!” She swatted at my chest and smirked. “Now where was I?” After a pause, she continued. “My, Grandma, what big quads you have.”

“The better to fuck you from behind with,” I quipped back.

“No, Grandma! You can’t do that to your granddaughter!”

“I officially hate being a Grandma.”

“My, Grandma, what big fingers you have.” She brought my hand to her face and slipped a digit in her mouth, gently sucking on it.

“I like the direction this is heading.” I groaned a little, now very aware of how much my cock was throbbing, begging to be in her mouth instead. “The better to undress you with.” At that, she bit down. Hard!

“Hey!” I pulled my hand from her mouth. I got up and pinned her down, straddling her body, and pushing her arms down onto the bed so she couldn’t move. “Didn’t anyone ever teach you not to bite the hand that fingers you? What terrible manners!”

She struggled a little, trying to get free from my grasp, meanwhile giggling.

“Someone needs to teach you a lesson, you naughty little red-headed girl.”

“My, Grandma, what big teeth you have!” she exclaimed.

“The better to eat you with,” I replied, instantly flipping her onto her stomach, and immediately pushing her hips up until I had perfect access. While holding her wrists behind her back so she couldn’t move, I used the other hand to push the skirt of her dress out of the way, and rip her panties clean off her.

“Hey! I liked those!”

“Not anymore,” I replied, finally letting go of her wrists and bringing my mouth right to my favorite meal. My tongue slipped between her ass cheeks, and if she was planning to protest initially, she definitely wasn’t anymore. Every muscle in her body rapidly relaxed and the only sound coming from her anymore was her soft moans as I licked the perimeter of the opening of her behind.

I pulled away, and sat back on my heels, taking an appreciative look at the sight in front of me.

“Hey, don’t stop!” She turned her head to glance up at me.

“Oh, who’s okay with Grandma all of a sudden?” I teased, pulling my t-shirt off with one swift movement. I moved closer to her. “I think it’s time for Grandma to put her injured hand to work doing what it's meant for. Is that okay with you, Grandchild?”

She got up on her knees, pouted, and crossed her arms across her chest. “Fine.”

“Anyway, I’m not your grandma. I’m the big bad wolf.” I pushed her back onto the bed, flipping her onto her back. “Now where was I? I think it’s time for me to use my big mouth to finish my meal.” I pushed her knees apart, and brought my lips to her pussy that was glistening with wetness. I kissed it up and down until I found her sweet little bean, and sucked it right into my mouth where it belonged. She let out a passionate cry in response.

Goddess, I love that sound!

I eagerly lapped at her clit, stroking back and forth, allowing her enthusiastic moans and the mate bond to guide me. I was officially pussy whipped, a prisoner to my mate’s perfect, pink cunt. I would spend the rest of my life happily rubbing, licking, massaging, tasting, inhaling, and doing anything else it needed to be fully satisfied.

“Oh, Goddess, Tyce,” she cried out, and I could tell she was close. Her legs were trembling, and her hands were entwined in my hair, grasping firmly at the strands. I gave one final effort, putting everything into the final flicks of my tongue, dancing it across her clit, until she let out a concluding vehement scream that I quickly muffled by sticking my fingers into her mouth to prevent her from waking the pups in the room next door. Blake wouldn’t be such a gracious host if he found his twins woken and introduced to sex ed about thirteen years too early.

She was left panting and had never looked so beautiful, with her face flushed, her hair astray, the skirt of her dress crumpled across her stomach, revealing her legs that had transformed to be firmer and muscular in the past few months from all of her dedication to warrior training.

“Tyce,” she whispered, brushing her fingertips along my thighs.

“Yes?”

“I’m still horny.”

I smirked down at her. How did I get so lucky? “You don’t have to ask twice.” My boxers were off in under a second. Her legs fell open, and I was unable to hold back the groan that escaped my lips. I fisted my cock and guided the tip right to her opening, teasing her a little by swiping it up and down the edge. She sucked in a breath and her nails dug into my thighs as she pulled me closer to her, and I could sense her desperation. I couldn’t hold back anymore as I inched my way inside her.

She gasped satisfactorily, lifting her chin and inviting me to trail kisses along her neck as I thrust into her slowly, gently building the pace, trying to savor every moment inside her. It was short-lived, because before long she was moaning out, “More, Tyce.”

I pushed forward harder and faster, covering my mouth with hers, swallowing her impassioned whimpers. A shudder ran down my spine, and before I knew it I was fucking her like I was trying to win an Olympic race. I gave in fully to the pleasure of my cock being encompassed by her tight, little wet pussy. Gigi writhed underneath me, her limbs shaking, and I could tell she was close. I stroked her clit until her nails were clawing so hard at my skin that I wasn’t sure she didn’t break it. I gulped down her screams while she unraveled underneath me. My orgasm crashed inside me like a wave, and I pulled out just in time, spilling my come all over Gigi’s stomach. Fuck! That was so good!

“Mmmm…” Gigi inched closer to me, her breath heavy, and her skin damp and glistening. I inhaled her intoxicating scent, not able to get enough. After our canines receded, the sign of our unmarked mateship, I grabbed my t-shirt from the floor and quickly cleaned her, and threw it toward the hamper.

As I drifted into sleep with my arms wrapped around her, I whispered, “Happy nutting to all, and to all a good night.”