Page 5 of Not Me in A Hurricane

I bit my lip as my body adjusted to the incoming stretch of his dick making room for itself. I was slick and ready but each first time with a new partner was always a little mind bending. My claws tickled my fingertips, but I held back from shredding the sofa. This rental was furnished after all, and I didn’t want to be slapped with that bill later.

“You good?” Ry asked like a gentleman.

“You’re very good,” I smirked and squeezed him tight inside my body.

A wolfy growl tore over his lips and he thrust deep inside me. My body rolled with each thrust of his hips. Warmth spread over me as his skin rubbed against mine until I was dribbling from my cock too. His big, strong hands slid up and down my sides every time he moved as if he couldn’t get enough of touching my skin. Scales popped up here and there where he applied pressure as if my dragon wanted to come out and play with him too.

Every cell in my body sang out when he began to widen and grow inside me. Behind me, Ry growled and snarled, pressing against me and pulling back, thrusting even as his thick knot locked us into place. I squeezed him hard until he slapped myass. There was only so much pressure a wolf man could take, after all.

I slid onto my stomach, taking him down with me. He was a pleasant weight against my back. I tugged at his hand until his arms were up where I could comfortably hold onto him without reaching behind me. He breathed hard and fast in my ear. Without the barrier between us, he’d definitely get me pregnant. This alpha wolf would probably fill me up with a whole litter of little draconic fox-wolf pups. I rolled my hips under him, moving even though he couldn’t move inside me.

“You are so mean right now,” he growled because what else could you say to a stranger you were knotted into.

“I’m trying to hold still,” I lied, and Ry knew it.

He nibbled on my earlobe and squeezed both of my hands. I kept wiggling. Why should I be the only one getting to have fun with this? His knot pressed on all the right places, keeping me aware of how good it felt to be stuffed full of him. So, I squeezed him as much as I could and rolled my hips, dragging my own hard dick over the sofa. Remembering that it was a rental, I shoved the towel under me.

Ry let out a throaty growl against my ear, “you are really into knotting, huh?”

“The name said it all,” I nodded, still wiggling around.

He pressed his weight into me and his teeth grazed up the back of my neck again.

Eventually, we both fell still, cuddling with Ry still knotted up inside me. He kissed the back of my neck every now and then as the storm raged outside. We were incredibly lucky to be so close together and both looking for the same thing on Pheromone Swap. Sometimes fate was kind. It was all a mixed bag and sometimes you drew the grenade and other times you drew the sexy – worried that he knots too often wolf man.

“Better than waiting it out alone, huh?” I said, breaking up the silence.

“Yeah,” he laughed. “At least now when we startle something good happens.”

I laughed too and squeezed him again.

“You’re the one who’s going to be sore tomorrow.”

“Maybe but it’s worth it tonight. When you fly home and I eventually go back to London, you’re not gonna forget this.”

“I don’t think anyone could forget you,” he said and kissed the back of my neck.

Slowly, his knot eased up and we rocked our hips together, budging him loose as much as it would let us. He slid his hands free of mine and put them under me on my chest. I rubbed against him and the sofa at the same time. We raced to the starting line, but crossed the finishing line at a slower, more meandering pace. The wind still howled, and the thunder still rolled across the sky but we were distracted in each other. I rocked my hips, savoring the swell of his knot as it lessened and lessened inside me.

The closer he grew the faster I rolled my hips. Ry shoved a hand under me and grabbed my dick. He held me tight, stroking with his fist as our bodies rocked together. I came into his fist and the towel. Orgasm shook me, rumbling from the roots of my hair down to the tips of my toes. He thrust harder and faster, using me to seek out his own pleasure. I let the nickname I gave him roll over my tongue. One day he’d be someone’s true-mate. Someone’s Sheridan or Rydan but for me, he’d always be my Ry, the guy who rode me out through a hurricane.

He came inside me as much as the condom would allow. The warmth of his pleasure still radiated against my flesh through the condom as he caught his breath, and I wiggled out from under him before he went completely soft and made the condom moot.

We cleaned ourselves up in silence and I padded off to the kitchen to make sandwiches and grab the rum. I also grabbed the sports drinks and a couple bottles of water and some chips. I didn’t know what in the name of Frost’s scaley balls Ry liked but after a man fucked you that well, you fed him. It was just good manners.

The storm lingered all night, and we rode it out together – talking and rubbing all over each other whenever the anxiety crept too into our blood. I found out he and his brother got matching nipple piercings to piss off their grandfather who tossed a fit when their baby sister got a belly button piercing. I told him all about how much my dad’s parents didn’t want to acknowledge that my eldest brother existed and how they even skipped my mom’s funeral because of it. We shared the good, the bad, and the ugly in the way you only can with someone you know you’re not going to see again.

Eventually, we fell asleep despite the storm raging outside the house. We slept naked, cuddled up together, with my head on his chest. Sometime in the afternoon we woke to someone knocking on the door.

“Probably the guy from Scale B&B,” I groaned, burying my face in his chest.

“I’ll get it. I’ll tell him we’re okay. The house didn’t fall over,” Ry said, sliding off the bed and reaching for his jeans.

A second later something crashed in the living room and I scrambled out of bed, not bothering to get dressed. Thinking someone assassinated Ry. I wasn’t too far from right. He lay on the floor with the giant Scale B&B host on top of him. I wasn’t sure which water creature he shifted into but it must’ve been big.

“We’re true-responding! I’m not eating him!” The guy came up for air long enough to say before kissing Ry again.

“You okay under there, Ry?” I squinted at the bright light pouring through the open front door.

Ry gave me a thumbs up without stopping the kiss.

“Good. Congrats. I don’t care what you do. Be quiet. I’m taking my ass back to bed,” I yawned and left them to do whatever they wanted on the living room floor. It wasn’t my house. If the host made a mess, he’d just have to clean it up himself.