Knotting the Hunter
Never like this, with no hands, no bed, no words in a mouth, just two animals and a hole he's been chasing for a kilometer.
The pace he sets isn't something a man could ever match. It doesn't build to anything. It's everything at once from the first stroke, and my wolf takes it with his claws dug into the meadow, his back arched, his mouth open in a triumphant howl that’s being shared with the whole valley.
'Dax. Fuck. I had no idea. It’s so intense. I'm going to...'
'Not yet,' his wolf says, and it's an unmistakable order that mine obeys without hesitation. 'You can only come on the knot.'
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