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She writhes, gasps, and makes the most feral sounds I have ever heard emitting from anyone as I reach around and simultaneously rub the little bud of her clit, forcing her orgasm to occur at the same time as mine, making her inner walls clench and contract and draw my seed deep inside her bare, unprotected body.

Fuck, yes. I am breeding her tight little hole. I am going to put my pups in her belly and she has no choice in the matter. Her body decided that for her when she got so wet and desperate to be fucked that resistance, for either one of us, was impossible.

We are both breathing heavily as we start to come down from our shared peak. She makes a little sound of complaint before my knot has even begun to shrink.

“Uh-uh,” I chide her gently. “You stay still for me, please.”

She lets out a soft little giggle, the first sound that has come from her that sounds genuinely relaxed and happy. I smile hearing it.

“What’s funny?”

“Talking to me like I’m… I don’t even know,” she says. “If you had any idea who I am, or what you’d just done, you’d be losing your shit.”

* * *

Fiona

I really never thought I was going to sleep with any man ever again. After three disastrous years with Christian, I swore off men. I figured I could handle my heats by staying away from shifters and waiting them out. They don’t really come all that often, and a little self-control goes a long way.

Until it doesn’t.

“I know exactly who you are,” the guy I just fucked drawls above me. He’s running a big palm along my back, soothing me as I stay in this position that very quickly starts to feel quite embarrassing. Most of the orgasmic energy is gone. The post-coital buzz isn’t quite what it might be, because I’m still on my knees in a moving van that might be circling the block while I get fucked.

“Oh, yeah? Who am I?”

“You’re the feisty little she-wolf who belongs to me now,” he growls. “I’m going to break you, I’m going to mate you, I’m going to breed you.”

His words make a tingle of excitement go straight to my clit. Whoever this guy is, he’s fucking hot. He’s good with a rope, and he knows how to take charge. He also knows how to make me so desperate to be ravaged that by the time he’s pounding my pussy it feels like he’s doing me a favor.

I’m still stuck face down, but I would do absolutely anything to see his face. The second I escape this guy’s knot, I am going to catch a glimpse of him.

“I thought you actually knew who I was,” I smirk at the seat. “When you work out who I am, you’re going to freak out.”

“Why would I do that, Fi?”

He says my pet name with such natural casualness and such ease of tone that… fuck. No. Oh, my god. I do recognize that voice. And that scent. I didn’t at first because of, well, everything. This is not someone I’ve known recently. This is not someone I’ve even talked to since I was sixteen.

“You’ve gone quiet,” he says, running his hand up my back and squeezing the back of my neck with light possession. “Does that mean you’ve worked it out?”

I am blushing furiously right now. I can feel my pussy clenching harder out of sheer embarrassment. No fucking way. Absolutely not. It can’t possibly be him.

“Henry?” I squeak his name.

“Mhmmm,” he drawls back, giving me a light tap to my ass with his other hand.

“No fucking way. No fucking way.” I try to move forward, but the seat stops me and there’s no escaping his cock anyway right now. He’s still hard and thick inside me, his knot keeping me trapped on his dick.

Henry was my older brother’s best friend for years. He didn’t have much standing in the pack, but Rick didn’t mind. He had enough standing for both of them, and then some.

I used to have a crush on him. He’s a couple of years older than Rick. He used to coach him in wrestling and tutor him in math and science and stuff. Our parents hired Henry, so he was always at the house.

He was a fixture for a while there, then the bad times came. My mother died, my father went slightly mad, and then worse things happened and I forgot Henry existed.

“Lemme up,” I say.

“I can’t yet,” he says. “Give it a moment.”

I try to squirm off his knot. It doesn’t work. We are as locked together as two people can be, sharing one body for the moment.