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BRIAN
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SHE’S WEIGHTLESS.
It was my only sane thought as I scooped Elizabeth up in my arms. I heard two sets of heartbeats, but I couldn’t distinguish hers from mine.
I couldn’t remember when we undressed, only that we were both naked before I laid her on the bed.
Then she stopped me. “Wait! My robe. I have condoms there.” Turning and reaching down, she pulled a box of condoms from the pocket.
There wouldn’t be any foreplay this time.
Dizzy with longing, I kissed her lips. I sucked her sweet tongue and her small, dark nipples. I inhaled her scent. My hands stroked her arms and her breasts, her stomach and her legs. My trembling fingers parted her hot, slippery flesh.
“I want you inside me, Khalid. Now.”
She opened the box with trembling fingers, took one condom out and tore the wrapping.
“No, sweeting.” I couldn’t let her put it on me. A touch of her hand and I would be done. I took it from her hand and rolled it on. In the back of my mind, I registered that condoms were much better now than the last time I’d used them, decades ago: thinner, more lubricated and a better fit.
I wedged her legs apart and pressed against her opening.
I must not spend ... I must not spend ... I chanted, pushing in as slow as I could manage. Don’t fuck up now, I said to my wolf. She must come first.
She was hot, tight and wet. She was a dream.
Through half-closed eyelids, I saw her own eyes opening wide.
“You okay?” I asked, alarmed, and stopped moving.
“I am. God, you’re big. Don’t stop ... Oh, it’s so good.”
I took her slowly, one measured stroke at a time, to allow her body to adjust to me. Snug and small as she was, she took me in with no effort.
And then my cock started swelling.
“Oh. You’re growing inside me! Ohhh!”
The swelling didn’t stop until I was locked inside her womb.
Locked?
It shouldn’t be happening. She’s a human; her anatomy isn’t adjusted to werewolf locking.
Yet that was exactly what was happening. I stopped thinking and started moving inside her, gently, in long, slow thrusts, pushing back, with all the power I could conjure, the eruption that was rising inside me
I must not spend before her ...
Elizabeth moved under me, once, twice, easily catching my rhythm. After a dozen strokes, she opened her eyes, and whispered, “Oh, I’m coming. I can’t wait for you ... I’m sorry ... Oh, god!”
Her inner muscles tightened around me. The first spasms of her climax triggered mine. I started spilling myself into the secluded, warm darkness of her womb with a quarter of a century long yearning.
“Cariad,” I whispered, dizzy with the intensity of my climax, chest tightened with emotions I couldn't dare to name, using an old word from my mother tongue, Welsh. A word I hadn’t said in many years. The word I’d thought I would never say again.
Cariad.
My love.
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I WAS STILL FEELING the post-orgasmic tremors through our joined bodies when Elizabeth, eyes closed, tiny beads of perspiration on her forehead, brushed her lips against mine.
“You came, but you’re still rock hard?” she said and moved her hips.
I was harder than ever and locked inside her at that. How to explain it to her when I didn’t understand?
I couldn’t tell her, “Well, honey, there’s something you need to know. It’s not only that I’ve just had sex for the first time in twenty-six years, but I’ve also knotted you. We have an extra feature; when a blaidd makes love to a blaidd benywaidd, his penis swells and locks inside his partner. But you’re not a blaidd benywaidd so I don’t have a clue why we’re locked. It shouldn't have happened, but it did.”
No, this explanation wouldn’t do.
“You’re as sexy as hell Miss Chatwin, that’s why,” I said instead, relieved I still could tell the truth. “And consider it quick foreplay that spun out of control. Now we make love for real. How about that?”
She opened her eyes, darkened with passion, and smiled. “I’m in.”
The next time we lasted longer, but not much.
“I’m usually not so quick on the trigger,” she murmured some time later. “I’ve been alone for a long time. I’ve missed it.”
We were locked again. I held myself over her with my forearms and kissed her long and hard. “Are you apologizing for making me feel like a million dollars?” I said as we resurfaced.
She smiled and shrugged, blushing slightly. “Well, no, but maybe you imagined a bit longer-lasting sex, I don’t know.”
I laughed and kissed her again. “You were first to cross the finish line, but I was zero-point-one second behind you. It’s been a long time for me, too.”
“Longer than two years?”
I chuckled. “A bit longer, yes.”
“Because of the accident?”
“Uh-ha.”
She lifted her eyes, and I saw another question in them. “Khalid, I didn’t have a chance to look closer, but I believe you’re not circumcised. Shouldn’t you be, given your heritage?”
Oh, lord.
I blurted out the first thing that crossed my mind. “My mother opposed it, and my father would never do anything my mother opposed.”
My answer satisfied her curiosity since she didn’t further pursue the topic of my unremoved foreskin. She lifted her head to mine and whispered to my ear, “I like how you feel inside me,” squeezing me with her inner muscles.
My cock jerked in response, hardening even more. I rolled us until she was atop me. “And I like how I feel inside you.”
My eyes moved over her. I recollected my dream in which I’d asked her if she had a tattoo. I couldn’t see any, not in obvious places. The dark triangle of her soft pubic hair was just as in my dreams. Her skin was flawless, as smooth as the finest silk.
I caught a glimpse of her narrow, high-arched feet with toenails painted in red. The tiny depression of her navel. A thin, faint scar from her appendectomy. Three tiny moles on her abdomen, an inch from her hip bone: two in alignment, the third a tiny bit off. I ran my finger over it.
She giggled, closing her hand over mine. “My private Orion’s belt.”
“Make love to me, sweeting,” I whispered, moving under her.
She bent and found my lips. “Shouldn’t we change the condom? It may overflow,” she murmured against my mouth.
“Pass me another one,” I said. When she stretched her arm to fetch the box, I quickly and firmly pressed a spot above her clitoris.
The knot released. I let out a silent breath of relief: her body responded to the “emergency unlocking” as it should.
“Sorry, I aimed a bit lower, but you wiggled,” I said, aware that my little maneuver could have looked strange. She gave me a what-happened look. “You can keep your hand there, I don’t mind,” she said warily.
“I’ll be back there, I promise,” I said and distracted her with another hard kiss.
She knelt beside me and tore the condom wrapping with her teeth. “Do you mind if I do it this time?” she said, holding the little disk between her index and middle finger.
“Be my guest,” I said eager to feel her little hand around my flesh.
“First I thought there was not a chance in hell that I could take the whole of you. But in spite of our differences in size, we fit perfectly.”
Her hand moved to the head, her thumb gently circling the crest, then down toward the base, in a lazy stroke. Then slowly up again. She licked her lips, lowered her head, but stopped in the middle of the movement, her face turning red.
“It will fit there as well, sweeting, don’t worry. Wanna try?”
She uttered a short laugh. “Oral sex on our first night together? What do you think about me, Khalid Nouri? You have to wait until tomorrow; I’m sorry.”
“If you insist, Miss Chatwin. But now, unless you want me to come into your hand,” I moaned, a picture of her red lips around my cock vivid in my mind, “roll that damn condom on.”
She did and then straddled me. She lifted her bum to position herself and slowly eased down until I was completely buried in her warm and wet sheath.
“You’re not just bigger, you feel different. Only I can’t explain how,” she said, closed her eyes and started rocking. “But you know what? I don’t care. This is ... ohhh ... the best sex I’ve ever had.”
Some sweet time later, we reach the climax almost simultaneously.
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“AREN’T YOU HUNGRY,” I asked her later, stroking her hair. She was sprawled across me, her cheek pressed on my chest.
“No,” she whispered. “I’m sleepy.”
“Sleep then,” I whispered in her ear. “But try not to move too much, otherwise there won’t be much of sleeping.”
I sighed, already half asleep. Good timing: it was twenty past ten. In an hour or so I’d need to change and didn’t want her awake.
“We didn’t eat the food Harriet left for us,” she murmured. “They’ll know what we’re doing.”
I kissed the crown of her head. “We’re not going to pretend nothing happened, are we?”
“It would be hard.”
It would be impossible, but I couldn’t share my knowledge with Elizabeth. Tonight, we hadn’t only made love. We’d mated. We’d marked each other with our scents. As long as we were together, she’d carry my scent and I’d carry hers. And even though my scent on her would be subtle—not only because human scent was tricky to follow, but our intimate mark on humans was less traceable as well—other werewolves would recognize and acknowledge it.
On the other hand, her flowery, fresh, sunny scent on me, an unmistakable stamp of her claim, would be easy to detect. For others, that is, not for me. Because of my weakened senses, I wouldn’t be able to smell either her on me or myself on her, unless she was close. But then, I thought, it really didn’t matter. I knew she was mine, and I was hers.
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I LAY IN THE DARKNESS listening to her breathe, drinking in her scent.
It was time for me to go and change.
Or maybe I could stay here a little bit longer. I didn’t feel the signs of my upcoming transformation.
I closed my eyes, savoring the feeling of holding a sleeping woman in my arms.
Only for a minute ...
A well-known tingling sensation woke me up. It was four a.m. For the first time in twenty-six years, I’d slept in my human form. A whole six hours.
Elizabeth turned and reached for me. Her arms locked around my neck, her lips found mine, her legs parted in invitation.
The tingling stopped. Not entirely aware of what was happening, but certain that Elizabeth had somehow just tamed my wolf, I reached for another condom, quickly rolled it on and entered her in one stroke.
She cried my name, grabbed my hand and guided it between her legs. I rubbed my fingers against her swollen clitoris and she came in hard, long spasms, still not fully awake.
Ten seconds later, she was asleep again.
I waited until the knot released, then picked up my scattered clothes and, naked, went to the stable.
“Now change, if you need to,” I said to my wolf. “I’d be happy not to.”
He did need it, however.
I started shifting.
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I HADN’T RUN, HADN’T gone far from the house. I stayed beside the stable, my eyes on the windows of my room where Elizabeth was sleeping, until the big, orange sun on the eastern horizon announced the new day.