Chapter 15: A Wolf's Morning Hunger
The weight of the wolf pressed him deeper into the mattress, a furnace of matted fur and muscle. Taichi surfaced through layers of exhausted sleep, consciousness filtering in through the oppressive heat, the dull throb between his legs, the persistent, full ache in his core. He was still stretched, still holding the wolf's cooling seed inside him.
He shifted, a tiny movement, and the beast's head lifted instantly. Those blue eyes, hazy and pupil-blown, fixed on him. A low, possessive rumble vibrated through the wolf's chest, a sound that traveled through the bones of the bed and into Taichi's spine.
Before he could draw a proper breath, the wolf's muzzle was on him. The rough tongue dragged across his throat, hot and abrasive, tasting the salt of his skin. Teeth scraped over his collarbone, a gentle but insistent pressure. The wolf worked its way down, laving over his chest, nipping at each nipple until they were hard, sensitive peaks, then continuing lower, tongue flicking, teeth grazing over his ribs, his belly.
Taichi's breath caught. The wolf's cock, thick and already slick with anticipation, nudged between his thighs. It found his entrance with an accuracy that spoke of instinct, of knowing. His hole was still loose, still wet with the mess from before, and the wolf pushed in with a single, wet, obscene slide, seating itself to the knot in one smooth, relentless thrust.
"Fuck," Taichi moaned, his back arching, his hands fisting in the coarse fur at the beast's shoulders. The fullness was immediate, overwhelming, a familiar intrusion that sent sparks cascading through his nerves.
The wolf began to move, slow and deep. Each stroke ground the swelling knot against his prostate, a deliberate, maddening pressure that had Taichi's eyes rolling back. "Fuck, yes, just like that," he breathed, his hips rising instinctively to meet the rhythm. The pace quickened. The wolf's growls deepened into snarls as it drove into him, the old bedframe groaning in protest. Taichi's hand found his own cock, slick with pre-cum, and he stroked himself in frantic time with the beast's hammering. "I'm gonna come again," he whimpered, the pleasure coiling too tight.
The wolf howled, a raw, triumphant sound that filled the cabin. Its knot swelled, locked them together, and Taichi felt the hot gush of release flood his insides. The sensation ripped his own orgasm from him, cum spattering across his stomach and chest. He cried out, convulsing as the wolf pumped into him, emptying itself in thick, pulsing waves. Then they collapsed, the wolf's heavy weight pinning him, its tongue lapping lazily at his neck as their breathing slowly steadied.
The wolf's muzzle burrowed deeper into the crook of his neck, wet nose pressing against the pulse point, inhaling deeply. The hot, rhythmic puffs of breath against his skin sent a fresh wave of goosebumps cascading down Taichi's arms. He felt the beast's chest expand against his back, a contented rumble vibrating through the mattress.
"Mm," Taichi hummed, his fingers still tangled in the thick fur at the wolf's shoulder. The knot inside him pulsed, softening at its edges but still holding them fast. The heat of the animal's body was stifling, almost suffocating, but he couldn't bring himself to care. Every nerve felt scraped clean, raw and open.
The wolf's tongue emerged again, lapping at the shell of his ear with slow, deliberate strokes. Taichi shivered, a broken laugh escaping his lips. "You're gonna lick my ear off," he mumbled, his voice a hoarse whisper.
The beast huffed, a sound that might have been amusement. It pulled back just enough to look at him, those blue eyes no longer hazy with rut but clear, sharp, aware. Yamato was in there, watching him from behind that animal gaze. Taichi reached up, his palm cupping the wolf's massive jaw, feeling the warmth of fur, the solid bone beneath.
"Hey," he said softly.
The wolf leaned into his touch, eyes closing for a brief moment. When they opened again, the wildness had receded further, replaced by something tender, almost questioning. The knot slipped free with a wet, gentle release, and Taichi felt the slow trickle of spent seed escape him, warming the already soaked sheets beneath.
The wolf shifted, carefully, lifting its weight off him. It curled around him instead, a protective crescent of fur and muscle, its head settling on his chest, ear pressed over his heartbeat. The position was so human, so deliberate, it made Taichi's throat tighten.
He stroked the soft fur between its ears, his fingers tracing the familiar contours of the wolf's skull. "I know you're in there," he whispered. "I'm not going anywhere."
His fingers found the wolf's ears almost without thinking, drawn by the twitch of dark fur against the dim light filtering through the window. They were soft, impossibly soft, the inner lining a delicate pink velvet that pulsed with warmth. Taichi traced the outer edge, slow and exploratory, feeling the cartilage give under his touch.
The wolf's ear flicked, a reflexive twitch, and a low, questioning rumble vibrated against Taichi's chest.
"Shh," Taichi murmured, his thumb stroking the sensitive base. "Just feeling."
He combed his fingers through the thicker fur at the crown of the wolf's head, then returned to the ears, cupping one, rubbing the soft edge between thumb and forefinger. The wolf's breath hitched, its eyes fluttering half-closed. A sound escaped it, a cross between a growl and a whine, so vulnerable and unexpected it made Taichi's heart clench.
"Yeah?" Taichi whispered, continuing the motion. "You like that?"
The wolf's hind leg kicked, a reflexive, dog-like twitch against the mattress. Taichi laughed, the sound breathless and warm. He did it again, stroking down the length of the ear, then rubbing the base in slow circles. The wolf melted against him, its massive head becoming heavier, its jaw slackening, tongue lolling slightly.
"You're just a big softie, aren't you?" Taichi teased, his voice thick with affection. He worked both ears now, kneading them gently, feeling the wolf's entire body go lax under the attention. The beast's tail, which he hadn't even noticed before, thumped once against the bedframe, a dull, rhythmic approval.
The wolf's muzzle nudged his chin, then his cheek, a clumsy, affectionate gesture that ended with a long, wet lick across his jaw. Taichi snorted, turning his face away. "Gross."
But he was grinning, his fingers still moving, still stroking those impossibly soft ears as the wolf settled fully against him, a purring rumble replacing the growls of earlier. The moon slipped behind a cloud, plunging the room into deeper shadow, and Taichi let himself sink into the warmth, the weight, the quiet miracle of this creature trusting him enough to go slack in his hands.