Howl (Monster Boyfriends #1)

Chapter 37

Chapter Thirty-Seven

RAEGAN

T he muscles in my legs are spent. I feel used in the best possible way. But now I’m afraid I might have asked for too much. I’ve never enjoyed foreplay with other partners. Most guys just spend a few seconds down there thinking their goal is just for me to be wet enough to slide their dick in. Honestly, I haven’t minded skipping to the home run. Getting it over quickly made sense when I didn’t experience the same type of orgasm I could give myself.

But holy shit.

Jamie has coaxed more earth-shattering orgasms from me in the past two weeks than I’ve ever been able to accomplish with my vibrator, much less another man. I almost don’t want to continue to the next part, because if he’s able to destroy me with his dick the way he just did with his fingers, I might not survive it.

He looks velvety soft and delightfully hard. When he catches me staring, he grabs himself and tugs lightly, and I try to imagine what the precum dripping from his tip would taste like. I want to watch him lose all inhibitions from my touch just as he’s managed to unwind me so easily. But I’m still unsure about the process of this mate bond.

I don’t know much about werewolf anatomy, but Jamie’s penis definitely does not look like any I’ve seen before. The base is slightly swollen and looks a little painful.

“Are you alright?”

He stills, and in a less confident tone says, “I’m okay. It’s what I was trying to tell you about before. It only happens with werewolves when they mate.”

“What happens?”

He strokes himself absentmindedly again, and I’m starting to think it might actually be uncomfortable for him.

“If I cum inside you,” he explains, “the base will swell and lock me inside you.” His eyes go wide when he registers the look of panic on my face. “But only for a few minutes,” he promises. “Then it’ll start to go down.”

This is definitely not what I envisioned when he tried to explain all of this a few days ago. “Is that normal?”

“Yes. It’s why I didn’t want to have sex until you were ready. The process can be…intense.”

A spark of jealousy strikes me. “Has it happened before?”

Jamie reaches for my cheek and pulls my forehead flush with him. “No, Rae. I’ve just been given an idea of what to expect. And I want to do the same for you.”

I nod slowly, knowing he would never put me in a situation that made me uncomfortable. And he respects me too much to blindside me.

“Okay,” I whisper, my lips grazing his.

He kisses me slowly, lingering as he sucks my bottom lip. His tongue explores mine, and I feel my core start to tingle again. I’m already sore from how hard Jamie fingered me, but I relished it. The forceful way he pounded into me coaxed me above and beyond the scope of pleasure I once knew into brand new territory. I want to break more barriers, but I’m not sure I can take a rough round of intercourse. But I don’t want him to hold back.

Not without difficulty, he breaks our kiss and reaches over to the bedside table and pulls out a condom. I slide further down the sheets so my head is flat against the bed as he slips it on. Then Jamie positions himself above me as he starts to run his thumb along my seam again.

“Ready?”

His eyes are rich and warm, and I instantly relax. “Mmmhmm.”

“You gotta say it, Raegan.”

“I’m ready.”

The tip of his cock presses against my entrance, and I have to fight the urge to just shove him inside me. I need that pressure again. But as I feel him slowly inch his way in, I think better of it. He’s just as thick as he looked, and the further he goes, the further my inner walls stretch. My muscles are clenched too tight, but I can’t stop the involuntary resistance.

“You gotta relax, baby.” His low and steady voice whispers against my cheek as he hovers above me. “I’ve got you.”

I nod, meeting his eyes. He works his way further in, and I can’t stop the moan that leaves my mouth.

I start to unclench my muscles, and once he’s fully sheathed I’m able to appreciate the fullness of him. I love it. It feels like my entire body is wrapped up in him. He slides an arm beneath my back while the other props himself up beside my head. He waits for me to be fully adjusted, then he starts moving.

We take it slow. A few short, easy pumps to get us going. Then, as I feel more comfortable, he speeds up. But never too fast. We find our rhythm, and slowly, I feel like I’m inching toward the peak of something, but I don’t quite make it.

Having never experienced a vaginal orgasm, I’m not sure what to expect, but I know it should be more than this. “Something doesn’t feel right.”

He stops immediately and assesses my face, making sure I’m okay. “Does it hurt?”

“No, no,” I assure him. “It’s just not really doing anything for me.”

He doesn't look offended, but he purses his lips as if he’s trying to figure out a puzzle. Then his eyebrows lift, and I know he’s got it.

“Flip over.”

He sits back on his heels so I can roll over to my stomach. I rest my arms under my chin, waiting to see what he's planning, but then he hikes my hips into the air. A startled gasp is the only response I can give.

“Let me know if it’s too much.”

“I will.”

When he enters me again, it’s so much deeper than before. He’s able to fully insert himself all the way to the hilt, and I feel the flat expanse of his core against my ass. He starts by simply rocking his hips and even this small movement is enough to trigger an involuntary moan from me. Whatever part of me he’s touching in there feels like it’s covered in a million nerve endings. It’s almost too much, but he presses into me further, allowing the sensitivity to lessen.

His hand slides from my shoulder blade all the way down my back, sending shivers across my skin. He takes my hips in both hands, and I can sense he’s looking at where we’re connected, admiring how well we fit together.

Without warning, he pulls out and slams into me. I cry out. He pounds against my ass, sliding into my slick heat over and over, each time hitting that glorious spot inside me that only he can reach. I turn my face into the mattress and let out whatever ungodly noise necessary to get me through this. Because it’s too much. It’s not enough. And I’m pretty sure I’ve lost all sense of direction.

Blood rushes to my head and it feels like I’m floating. My stomach muscles start to not only flutter but actually clinch like I’m doing a set of sit-ups, and I know what I’m about to experience is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.

As the first wave of my orgasm hits, my entire body contracts.

“Jamie! Oh god! Oh god! Oh god! ”

He groans with his own pleasure. “You’re taking me so good, baby.”

“ Jamie! ”

“That’s it. Good girl.”

“Jamie?” This time there’s a little bit of panic in my voice. “Are you getting bigger?”

He pulls me up so I’m flush to his chest and wraps his arms around me. “It’s alright, Rae. You’re doing great. Just keep relaxing for me, okay?”

After the third wave of relentless clenching and overwhelming pleasure, my body has no choice. I’m limp in Jamie’s arms, but he’s holding me tight enough to support my weight.

He groans again as he fills me. His cock swells to what feels like twice its size, but I remind myself it’s just the base. We’re officially locked together, and as Jamie continues to rotate his hips and utter the final notes of his orgasm against the back of my neck, I find I don’t mind the sensation.

It’s just slightly uncomfortable, but at the same time it feels…good.

We’re both still on our knees as we come down from our high. I’m sore and over stimulated but the fullness of him locked inside me makes it easier to manage. Carefully, he guides us onto the bed so we’re lying on our sides with him behind me. He brushes my hair from my face and kisses the back of my shoulder.

“So that’s it?”

He chuckles against my shoulder blade. “Tell me how you really feel.”

“No, I mean—” I struggle to find the words. “It’s not so bad—the whole penis-swelling thing.”

“It’s called knotting,” he corrects, playfully. “But I’m glad to hear it.”

We settle into a comfortable silence, and as I listen to the sound of his breathing, I realize there's something we still need to say. “Hey Jamie.”

“Yes, Raegan?” he answers sleepily.

“I love you.”

He smiles against my back and pulls me tighter against him. “I love you, too.”