“His cock felt fine. Thick. It would probably be nice going in. But he wants to play alpha wolf, and I don’t have patience for that shit. Did you like fucking that girl you took on my vacation?”

“Not really,” he said bluntly. “She was a pillow princess, and I like someone who gives as good as she gets. And I worked most of the time anyway.”

“You didn’t even remember the right place.”

He pushed his fingers through her hair, his thumb brushing her chin.

“I remembered. I wasn’t taking her to your shack on the water.”

“Did she suck your cock better than me?”

At that, he laughed. “Rabbit, I think I could suck my cock better than you. What did he say to you?”

He inclined his head towards the short one.

“He asked if I wanted his knot,” she huffed, “and said he wanted me to choke on his cock.” At that, the movement of his hips ceased, replaced by the shaking of his shoulders.

“Oh, if he only knew.”

Vanessa cried out when he pulled up, her wolf growling and snapping furiously, having been denied what they both needed. “What are you doing?!”

“Do you want him to fuck you? See how good it feels going in?”

“No!”

“Are you sure, Nessa? Like you said, it’s a wide-open field this year.”

She scowled. “There’s only one wolf I wanted.”

“Well, nice to know. But it’s good to remind them of the pissing order now and then, so I’m going to show him what you look like,” he growled, pushing to his feet and lifting her by the arms until she knelt before him, “choking on a cock.”

It was possibly the most humiliating thing he could have decided. Her tongue traveled the length of his thick shaft, pausing to lick and suck at the swollen base, letting her teeth drag over his knot until he growled . . . and then her mouth was filled, taking him in as deeply as she could as he pumped shallowly against her, pulling back after only a few seconds. Vanessa gasped as her deprived lungs sucked in the cold night air, drool connecting his cocktip to her lips, crying out in surprise when the leather thong he still wielded came down on her ass.

Once . . . twice . . . three more times. She sucked until she gagged on him, raking her nails down the front of his thighs every time he brought the leather down, choking as he reddened her ass.

He let her kiss down his shaft to the swollen base once more, and then her teeth weren’t as gentle.

His chest rumbled as her canines tested the firmness of his knot, her tongue moving over a swollen testicle, sucking it into her mouth as best she could, feeling the pulse of him. When her lips returned to his knot, she licked him, once . . . twice . . . three times, the same as he’d struck her, and her teeth sunk in, biting the meat of his knot until she tasted the copper of blood, her wolf howling.

She was on her back once more, fisting the grass as he mounted her, this time covering her body completely, exactly the way she liked, pinning her beneath his weight, filling her to the hilt on his first thrust. Vanessa cried out when he began to move, the slow tempo of earlier forgotten. Vanessa wrapped her arms around his wide back, her legs hitched over his hips, hooking her ankles to rest

over the swell of his ass, and hoped the ground wouldn’t decide to split open from the way he was fucking her into it.

“Who do you belong to, Vanessa?”

“You.” She was gasping with every solid thump of his hips, breathless from the way he hammered into her, dragging against her, his cockhead kissing just the right spot. Like puzzle pieces. “I’ve always belonged to you.”

“Are you sure, rabbit? I didn’t think you belonged to anyone.”

“I belong to you. Unless you don’t want me anymore? Is that it, Gray? It’s a piss poor way of breaking up, if that’s the case.”

The hand at the base of her throat tightened again, his thumb pushing into her mouth, and she bit that too.

“You belong to me.”

The sound of voices rose, a moaning cacophony that filled the field — the sound of Lupercalia, and she eagerly added hers to the din, her wolf howling her ecstasy when her cunt clenched around him, his knot threatening to push its way in. She wasn’t going to last long, not like this; not with the smell of and sounds of sex filling the air; not when he pounded into her without abandon, the solid, familiar weight of him above her like a comfortable anchor, too long absent. Her clit was being rubbed and rocked continuously from the way he kept himself angled against her, and she began to pant in time to his thrusts, higher and higher, the sound coming out of her more like a wheeze until the band of pressure snapped, and she ascended the wave. Her body clenched and shook, squeezing his cock as she screamed to the sky. Grayson growled, slowing slightly.

“That’s it, babydoll. Hold me tight.”

Her cunt was still quivering, but she clenched her muscles, all those Kegels coming in handy when she squeezed him again.

“Who does this cock belong to?”

“It belongs to you,” he groaned; his knot finally popped into place, stretching her with a burn. She keened as his hips stuttered, filling her with pump after pump of his heat, filled with bis cum until she bulged and her spine liquified beneath him, the lights before her blurring in a cascade of rainbow color as the world faded.

The time they were tied was her favorite thing in the world. Pressed to his chest, covered in his warmth and secure in his arms, she wanted to bite at his throat and kiss his wide mouth; wanted to

press her forehead to his and breathe him in, every shift of their bodies a tugging reminder that they were irrevocably joined in this, that they belonged together, to each other.

It was then that he bit her. She was used to the feel of his teeth at her throat, grazing at her neck and nipping at her shoulders, but he’d never claimed her. It didn’t have to mean anything, she reminded herself as his canines found purchase against the juncture between her neck and shoulder blade. It didn’t have to mean anything because they weren’t those kinds of wolves. They didn’t live in packs; they weren’t confined to the fringes of society. It didn’t have to mean anything, but as a scream ripped from her throat as his teeth sunk into her, it meant everything. She wasn’t the only woman he fucked, but she was the only one he tied, the only one he’d claimed.

“There,” he murmured against her skin, his lips slick with her blood. “Just in case you forget again.

Now they all know.”

He shifted, simultaneously breaking her reverie and their tie, and she gasped at the unwanted separation, feeling both pitifully empty and pitiful for the sentiment. She was addicted to him; addicted to his knot and his smell and the way he fit inside her like he was meant to be there, hooked like a drug, and it would likely be her downfall.

She felt the gush of his release leaving her without his knot in place to stopper her once the swell receded, gasping when he pushed to his feet.

“I want you to clean her.” His voice was sharp and dark, his courtroom bark, directed at the wolf from the wall, still only a few steps away. “With your tongue. You’re not going to fuck her . . . but I want to hear her scream.”

Her blood thrilled, and her wolf reared. She couldn’t see his face, but she could feel his leer as the other werewolf nearly tripped over himself to settle between her legs, the hedonism of the holiday not over yet. The full moon was only a day away, and they would run again, she reminded herself, gasping as the other man’s tongue slid over her clit, Grayson’s cum still filling her. She would run, and he would chase, what they were built for.

* * *

In the end, it was Jackson who did her the biggest favor. Ironic, considering he was the sibling whose company she enjoyed least. She already knew the gossip, of course.