Taken by the Pack (Werewolf Romantic Erotica) (5 page)

Indeed, he continued to expand within me – shoving apart my tense muscles as the knot forced its way inside. The rational half of my brain wanted to beg for mercy, to pull away from him…but the new, love-stricken part was silently begging for more. The pain was nothing compared to the exhilaration of feeling Colt’s true form completely overpower my body. I was nothing compared to this epic beast, yet he had still chosen me to be his mate.

“I love you,” I said, my eyes clouding with tears even as a small orgasm shot through me. He was hardly moving now, but the intensity of our lovemaking had me extra sensitive to his every vibration. “I…I love you.”

Colt’s knowing eyes closed as he laid his furry head on my shoulder. I ran my hand along his pelt, silently reveling in the sensations that had overtaken me. I was completely surrounded by my lover and - for the first time in forever – felt completely content.

The knot in his shaft had completely slipped inside and, with a rush of warmth, I felt his essence fill me. Where his seed could find room to go was anyone’s guess – I’d never felt so full in all my life. As the moments passed, I found myself impressed by his volume; I could feel him starting to leak out of my slit even as he continued to thrust more of his cum in. I imagined that it was somewhat like bailing water out of a sinking boat.

I’m not sure how long Colt had fucked me in his wolf form; judging by how sore I was, I imagined it had been at least a half-hour or so. I closed my eyes as his warmth spread through my body like a wildfire, igniting my own passion for him wherever it touched.

The afternoon sunlight was slowly turning to twilight, and long shadows fell upon us as the sun sank behind the trees. Colt’s massive frame, which had been almost completely still since the knot had formed, suddenly jerked and – with a painful yank – he tried to pull away.

“Ow!” I stammered, the pain lancing through me as my taut muscles refused to let him go. “You’re…you’re too big, you’ll rip my pussy apart if…if you try that again!”

It went on like that for a while; he would try to pull out before he was ready and I'd end up begging him to be patient. The majority of his lovemaking had been excellent, but his inexperience really showed through during that time.

Finally, Colt seemed to have an inspiration. As I watched his face, the fur around his muzzle seemed to retract - and all along his body, tan skin came back where once there was only fur. His huge frame shrank like a deflating balloon as he morphed down into human size. He was, slowly but surely, becoming a man once more.

Finally, almost as if as an afterthought, the knot of his lupine cock shrank down to its normal size. The relief I felt was almost as great as the remorse I felt for its absence. It had hurt, yes, but what a
ride
that had been.

“It's not a perfect fix,” Colt said through his now pale lips. “But it will do in a pinch.”

His voice was as hoarse and gravelly as it had been when I'd first met him; now I understood WHY that was.

“Fix?” I managed between pants of breath. I didn't sound much better than he did; I didn't usually have such exuberant sex, especially not twice in a row.

“I cannot undo the first mating,” he went on with a small shrug. “Nor would I want to. My father is right, though; any pups you bear from that breeding will not have the ability to shapeshift. Fortunately, I think that the second breeding will take precedence - the were-genes are dominant, after all.”

“I see,” I said, though I honestly didn’t care. What happened with our theoretical future children was an issue for fate to decide. “So...what happens to me now?”

“You'll live with me, of course.” Colt's confidence had returned as he beamed at me. I could still see the wolf in his mannerisms. “The rest of the tribe will be thrilled to meet you. They've been begging me to find a mate for months now.”

“How many people live in your tribe?”

“About forty. There's my family, of course, but several other packs have grouped together under the leadership of my father.”

Somewhat belatedly, Colt looked down and suddenly noticed that he was still in me. Hastily, he pulled out - and a torrent of his seed rushed out with him. It slid down my legs like raindrops off a car windshield.

I tried to hold back a grimace...I wasn't sure where I was in the monthly cycle, but with that sort of volume I doubted that it really mattered. If
that
didn't get me pregnant...

“My old life is over now, isn't it? You won't ever let me go?”

Colt hesitated briefly before answering. “I won't hold you against your will, Anna.”

With a grand sort of gesture, he swept his arm out to the forest. I saw the passage into the clearing that we'd came through...the path to freedom. The road back to John was less than a hundred feet away.

“Unlike my father, I don't want to think of you as only the means to my future cub. You are my mate, but you are also my love, my life. If you don't want to be with me, I won't hold you back. I made my choice when I brought you here...it's your turn to choose.”

I stared at the path and let out a long sigh. How unfair could one creature be?

“That's cruel,” I said, turning from the path and crossing my arms across my chest. “You can't dangle that in front of me now that you've tied me to yourself. It's like freeing an animal that's grown dependent on humans.”

“You're not the animal – I am.” Colt's expression was serious, but I saw the slight curve of his lips. It was one of the first signs I'd gotten that he actually had a sense of humor.

“Joke all you want, Colt,” I replied, imitating his stern look, “but I'm not kidding. You know damned well that I won't go. Not now...not after what just happened. I love you - damn it all, but I love you.”

Colt's lips pursed into a genuine smile. “As I love you, Anna. I hope that I did the right thing.”

“By stealing me away from my husband?” I shook my head in amazement; John felt like a distant memory after what I'd just been through. “No, of course that wasn't the right thing. It's a terrible practice and you should be ashamed of yourself.”

“I meant earning your love before you even saw the wolf.”

I shrugged. “I have no idea; I'm not really the right person to ask. If it makes you feel better, you definitely could have done things WORSE.”

“Fair enough.” Colt held out his arm, inviting me to join him as he stepped away from the rock. It felt strange to walk with him, our arms linked together as if we were on our way to prom. “Though perhaps we should try mating in other ways…just to compare.”

“Oh, goody, you’re insatiable,” I teased, though a small part of me was secretly thrilled at the prospect. “Can we make sure there won’t be a family reunion present the next time we have sex?”

“I’m sure that can be arranged,” Colt replied with a wolfish sort-of grin.

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