My Neighbor is a Wolf

Chapter Six

Rachael

W hen I told Hunter to fuck me, I had meant with his cock, not his eyes. His gaze roamed over my body as he stood between my legs and, in that moment, I wanted to cover up. My t-shirt simply didn't feel like enough.

Hunter's hands moved from my thighs up to the hem of my shirt. As he started to tug it up, my hands flew down to keep it in place. Sex with my ex did not include all this fanfare. Typically, our clothes stayed on. It was lackluster at best.

“Rachael…” he growled, my name a warning.

“Hunter– I'm not– I don't look like you.” The words came out rushed and as soon as I said them, Hunter's eyes darkened. My heart hammered in my chest as my cheeks warmed with embarrassment.

“I could care less what you look like under these clothes. Your body is perfect just the way it is and deserves to be worshiped. I will spend as much time as needed doing just that until you believe it.” The fire in his eyes dared me to contradict what he said.

I was emboldened by his words, feeling for the first time that I was actually worthy of desire from a man like him. I let his hands snake under the fabric, goosebumps trailing his touch.

I relaxed into the bed and my eyes fluttered shut. Hunter's expert fingers ran along my curves, trailing over every stretch mark. For the first time in forever, I was okay with a man seeing me. All of me. These marks were part of who I was and told the story of what I had overcome.

Hunter grabbed the bottom of my shirt, slowly lifting it and guiding my arms up as he did. He stopped when the fabric was gathered around my wrists and expertly wrapped the shirt around itself.

My eyes flew open as I tested my makeshift restraint. If I tried hard enough, I could free myself. I sucked in deep breaths through my nose. But I wanted this, more than I could ever explain. It wasn't fear coursing through my veins making it hard to breathe. It was arousal. I was so turned on and desperate to be touched.

“Since you have such a hard time letting me enjoy your body however I want,” he whispered into my ear, “I think I'll keep you like this for a bit.” He nipped at the sensitive skin behind my ear.

“But if it's too much, tell me. Just say ‘red’ and I'll stop. Okay?” I nodded my head, not trusting my voice. “No, sweetheart. I need words.”

“Yes, Hunter.”

“What’s the word?”

“Red.”

“Good girl.” Hunter's hands ran along my skin, down my arms, to my breasts. He held them in his palms and lifted them gently so they sat next to each other on my chest. His fingers worked my nipples, pinching and rolling them until there were firm peaks.

“Fuck…” I groaned through clenched teeth. My bound hands flew to his head, my fingers running through his hair.

“Now, now, sweetheart,” Hunter tsked. He grabbed my wrists and pinned them with one hand above my head.

Arousal flooded my center as he sucked a nipple into his mouth. It was too much and not enough, all at the same time. I tried to clench my thighs together, to provide enough friction to give myself some relief. It was a useless attempt with Hunter between my legs.

As if reading my mind, his free hand slid down my body. Expert fingers slipped through my wetness, swirling it around my clit then dipping into my center. “Shit, sweetheart. Is all of this for me?”

I could feel my release building with each pass. The rhythm was intoxicating, my body wanting more.

“Are you going to come for me?” I nodded, unable to form words. I was so close to the edge. A gasp filled the space between us.

Hunter claimed my nipple with his mouth once more, sucking and licking the sensitive nub. I ached to run my hand through his hair but his hand on my bondage held strong. He pressed two fingers into me, working my clit with his thumb and pushing me closer to my release. It was right there. I pressed my hips up into his hand, matching the rapid strokes until I was teetering on the edge.

“That's it, baby. Ride my hand. Find your release.” He pushed a third finger into me as his teeth clamped down on my nipple and it was all I needed. With one final buck of my hips, I plummeted over the edge. Hunter pressed his chest into mine, kissing me as his fingers worked me through my release.

Hunter slowed his pace as my body relaxed and when he pulled his hand away, a chill ran through my body. I missed his warmth immediately.

I watched through hooded eyes as Hunter brought his hand up to his mouth and licked my release from his fingers. God, this man. He stood shirtless at my feet and I couldn't help letting my eyes roam over his body.

We hadn't turned on any lights but the moon shone through the open blinds, bathing the room in a soft glow. It was much more enjoyable to take in his muscular features when I wasn't on the verge of an emotional breakdown because I hurt myself.

My gaze followed the trail of hair along his chest down his abdomen. Unfortunately, this time it disappeared beneath the waistband of his shorts. An ache pulsed between my legs at the sight of the bulge of his cock. I tugged my bottom lip between my teeth, hoping Hunter wasn't going to make me beg. Though I gladly would. I would do anything this man asked me.

“Like what you see?” His question pulled me from my dirty thoughts and my eyes met his once again.

“You’re a bit overdressed,” I smirked.

“That can be fixed.” He hooked his thumbs in his waistband and pushed his shorts off his hips. My mouth watered seeing his bobbing cock once again. I had no idea how it was going to fit inside me but I didn’t care.

I barely felt his hands as they gripped my thighs. “Ready for the fun to begin, sweetheart?” He chuckled, not waiting for a response before he pushed me up the bed. The sheets tightened under my skin as I slid along them. Hunter stopped when my bound wrists hit the headboard, my head resting under them.

Hunter crawled up the bed and stopped with his hands on either side of my head. He pressed his lips to mine, a gentle kiss. One that expressed that all of this was more than just lust.

Leaving me breathless, he sat back on his heels and ran his hands down my body. He lingered for a moment on the stretch marks on my stomach, tracing the skin with his fingers.

“You are fucking gorgeous, Rachael. No matter what anyone else says. Even me. All that matters is how you feel.” He ran his lips along the prominent marks, nipping at the skin every so often. “And you deserve to feel like the absolute queen you are.”

Fuck, Hunter’s mouth alone was going to be the end of me. The way he talked to me, how special he made me feel. Not to mention what he could do with it between my legs.

He reached over me to grab a silver package from his nightstand. He tore it open with his teeth then rolled the condom down his length. Then his thumb circled my clit, sending sparks of pleasure through my core. The pressure built between my legs once more and I needed him inside me.

My legs wrapped around his back as my hands went to his chest.

“Eager are we?” He chuckled, pinning my hands above my head.

“Hunter, please.” I begged. His touch was torturous, keeping me on the edge.

“I’m going to need both of my hands for this, sweetheart. Be a good girl and keep yours above your head. Don’t make me tie you to my bed frame.” Was that a threat or a promise?

“Yes, sir,” I said mockingly but the fire in Hunter’s eyes told me he loved it.

He pushed the tip of his cock against my entrance and I gasped at the sudden intrusion. He went slow, each inch a delicious torture as he pulled out and pushed back in. Each time he went a little further, a whimper left my lips as my fists balled into the sheet above me.

“Shh, baby. Relax. I’ve got you.” Hunter pulled my nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting then giving the other the same attention. He alternated between them and kept the same heavenly pressure on my clit.

His balls met my ass and I knew he was bottomed out. Somehow, Hunter felt even larger inside me. He stopped his movements, letting me adjust to his size.

“Ready?” he asked and I nodded, biting my bottom lip to keep from making too many feral sounds. “Words, baby.”

“Yes, Hunter. Fuck me.” I whispered. And boy, did he fuck me. He pulled out, leaving just the tip inside me then slammed into me. I tasted copper as I bit down on my lip to keep from screaming. He continued pumping inside me and it was like his cock expanded by the second. It was stretching me in the best possible way, filling me more than I ever thought possible.

“I’m almost there, Rachael,” Hunter groaned. I was right there with him. His thumb circled my clit harder, pushing me towards the edge with him. “Come with me, baby.”

He bit down on my nipple and tugged at it, pain mixing with pleasure. That was all I needed. A scream I barely recognized as my own filled the room. Hunter bucked his hips and fucked me through my orgasm as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through my body.

“Fuck, Rachael,” he grunted my name as he chased his own release. It was almost uncomfortable, the pressure inside me, but I was lost in a sea of orgasms.

Hunter stilled as both of us fought to catch our breath. He pressed his lips to mine. A gentle kiss that was completely opposite of the rough fucking that had just taken place. My chest squeezed with more emotions than I could even try to identify in my post orgasmic haze. It was such a domesticated gesture, one that should feel wrong coming from someone who I've known for barely twenty-four hours.

But something told me I was exactly where I was meant to be.

Hunter nuzzled into my neck, rubbing his nose along the sensitive skin. As much as I enjoyed the comforting weight of him above me and the warmth radiating from his body onto mine, my shoulders were growing uncomfortable.

“Um, Hunter? Are you going to get up?”

“Nope.”

I giggled as he nipped at my neck, sending goosebumps across my skin. “No? And why not?”

“Well, I can't.”

“Can't?” My chest tightened as the post-orgasm haze wore off.

“I should have warned you ahead of time, sweetheart.” Hunter reached up as he spoke and freed my wrists from their restraints. He pulled each wrist to his lips before kissing my forehead.

“Warned me about what?” I asked. My heart skipped my beat.

“My knot.” He brushed a few stray strands of hair out of my face before then shifted his weight to his forearms. The confusion must have been written all over my face because Hunter continued. “Most canid species have them, a knot that is. It was the one thing wolf shifters didn’t lose as we evolved.” I arched my brows in question, still very unsure what he was talking about.

“It’s tissue at the base of my cock.” The wheels turned in my head, remembering the way his penis looked when I was drooling over it last night. I had too quickly dismissed the extra thickness in my lust-filled state.

How the fuck was I so oblivious?

He chuckled and kissed the tip of my nose. The gesture caused my body to relax. “When I have sex, it expands kind of like a balloon so nothing can leak out.”

“Excuse me?” I felt flushed. By leak out, did he mean…?

“It keeps my sperm inside to help with um, well… breeding.”

What a second, did he mean breeding as in children? And why did that excite me?

“Sweetheart, I need you to relax that sweet pussy of yours. Otherwise, the swelling will never go down.”

“Oh, sorry!” I hadn’t realized I had clenched down, but as I took stock of what was going on between my legs, Hunter’s cock was subtly pulsing inside me. Taking a breath through my nose, I did my best to calm the panic threatening to overpower the post-orgasm bliss. “Okay. This is fine. So um, how long do we have to stay like this?” It was absolutely not fine. My whole body was starting to feel increasingly uncomfortable as I was forced to lay underneath him.

“It shouldn’t be too long. A few minutes. Just needs to go down enough so I can pull out without hurting you.”

“Okay…” Fuck, why was this so awkward? The longer I laid there, letting the thoughts tumble around in my mind unspoken, the more the panic took hold. My shoulders tensed and I forced my eyes closed as the back of my throat burned. I didn’t want to cry in front of Hunter. Especially not with his cock lodged inside me.

What felt like hours was only minutes, probably even seconds. I couldn't even put a pin on what emotions I was feeling. Contentment warmed my body, but regret flooded my mind. Well, maybe not regret but definitely anxiety. I was overwhelmed.

“Shit.” Hunter kissed my forehead and cupped my cheek with one of his hands. “Hey, it’s okay. I’m right here.” A tear slid down my cheek as I blinked away the painful pressure behind my eyes. Hunter gently swiped it away. A shiver ran down my spine causing my body to shake.

Hunter’s brows furrowed and his shoulders tensed as he looked down at me. His thumb brushed over my skin, helping to soothe my frayed nerves.

“Take deep breaths with me. In through your nose. Out through your mouth.” He exaggerated his breaths and I rested my hands on his chest, focusing on the rise and fall to help steady my breathing.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I should have warned you. I seriously fucked this up.” There was something genuine to his voice, like he actually cared about my wellbeing. Something my fucked up ex never bothered to do.

Because he isn’t your ex.

As I chastised myself for once again thinking about my ex, Hunter shifted his weight. He pushed himself up onto his palms “I think I can pull out now. It may be uncomfortable at first but let me know if it hurts.” I nodded.

Slowly, he sat back on his heels, keeping his eyes on me to gauge my reaction. There wasn’t any pain and the only discomfort came when his cock was no longer inside me. The emptiness was a stark contrast to the knot that had filled me only seconds ago.

“I'll be right back,” he whispered. I closed my eyes and hummed in response, unable to find my voice. The bed shifted as he left and I missed the warmth of his body immediately.

The sound of the shower turning on came from the bathroom. A slight chill settled over my skin as I rolled over to my side and debated on getting up to join Hunter. My stiff muscles would benefit greatly from a hot shower, but I was sinking into the comfort of the bed with every passing second. Before I could make the decision, I was being lifted off the bed by two very strong arms.

My eyes flew open and I threw my arms around Hunter's neck. Looking up, the corners of his lips were turned up in smirk as he carried me from the bedroom to the bathroom.

“You know, a girl could get used to this kind of treatment,” I joked, laying my head on his shoulder.

Hunter carefully maneuvered us through the door frame and towards the toilet. He set me down on the open seat, kissed the top of my head, then stepped back. My heart hammered in my chest as I looked up at Hunter.

He smiled down at me. I think I was falling for this man. I knew it was crazy, absolutely bonkers, but I didn't care. It all just felt right.

“Pee. Shower. Bed. In that order.” Hunter kneeled at my feet as he spoke. I relieved myself as he lifted my wrapped foot and rested it on top of his thigh. He unwrapped it then straightened out my leg so he could inspect the sole.

“The stitches look okay. No swelling or redness. Does it hurt at all?”

I shook my head.

“Alright. Finish up and then let's see if you can stand, okay?” After cleaning up, he offered me his hand and I gingerly stood, ignoring the fact I hadn’t washed my hands. I kept most of my weight on my good foot, afraid to push my luck too far. “Come on, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”

I took a step forward, putting weight on the stitches, and was pleasantly surprised when there was no pain. There was some pressure, but nothing compared to the pain I had experienced when it happened.

“What is this magic?” I chuckled.

“The tea you had before lunch. Benny brewed it. He’s a kitchen witch. Specializes in brewing. I won’t even begin to understand it all but he knows what he’s doing.” Hunter wrapped an arm around my waist. One small step at a time, he guided me to the shower.

Stepping into the shower, I keep my weight on my toes. It was probably best not to set my foot down all the way. The hot water felt heavenly on my skin. It melted away all of the trauma from the past twenty-four hours. I closed my eyes and let everything wash down the drain.

Hunter stepped in behind me, using his expert fingers to wash my hair and massage my scalp. Moans fell from my lips. I was in bliss. He worked his way down my body, his hands working my tight muscles. I leaned my back to his chest and let the water flow down my stomach.

His lips found my ear, kissing the skin before whispering, “You did such a good job, sweetheart. You took me so well.” My head lolled back on his shoulder. I basked in his praise, his words warming my skin in a way the hot water couldn’t.

His hand traveled along my stomach as he encouraged my legs apart with his. My ass found a seat on his thigh and his fingers spread me open until the water was running over my swollen clit. The water was feather-light but the heat was intense. I didn’t think it would have been possible but my insides clenched, begging for another orgasm.

“Hunter,” I whined, wanting him to touch me.

“Does my greedy cunt want to come again already, baby?” His words were a growl in my ear, sending goosebumps down my spine. His free hand came up to my throat and pressed against my jaw, keeping my head pinned backwards and my neck exposed.

“Yes. Please.” He circled my clit with a single finger, giving me the pressure I so desperately needed. He ran his teeth over my pressure point, biting down at the column of my neck.

“Fuck, Hunter!” I choked, coming undone from all the sensations. Riding out my orgasm on his thigh, I pushed my clit into his hand. My body was weightless and my head was spinning. I was dizzy from the high and I never wanted to come down.

“I thought your laugh was my favorite sound in the world. Turns out, it's the way you moan my name when I'm making you come.” I hummed in response, my body leaning against him. His chest shook as he laughed.

“Come on, sweetheart. Let's get you to bed.” He lifted me into his arms and I snuggled into his chest, not caring about the wet hair sticking against my cheek. Somewhere between the bathroom and bedroom, I let sleep claim me, feeling safe and protected in Hunter’s arms.