Page 10 of Small Town Girl
“You ready?”
She smiles and nods. “I’ll let you take care of this.”
I shake my head and begin to move. She closes her eyes as the bed begins to gently rock with each slow and purposeful thrust. It doesn’t take long for the knot to build back up again. This time she gets to feel the full effect, as it swells. “Zander…your knot…” she breathes as I pick up the pace.
I lean forward a little bit so it brushes her clit with each thrust, and she gasps and opens her eyes, only to close them seconds later as her body begins to shake. My own legs and arms begin to tremble as I try to shut off that part of my brain. Making a girl cum like this is part luck, but it’s luck I hope is with me tonight.
Something about Nollaig makes me want to show off, to be so far above the bar that she finds her way back to my bed another night. She starts to grab for me, crying out at last just when I think I can’t wait any longer. With a sigh of relief, I press into her onelast time and let my own orgasm overtake me, my knot securing us together as I fill her once again.
There are only a few comfortable ways to negotiate the lock. The lighter of the two people can sleep on top of the heavier person, or probably far more preferred by everyone is the side-by-side leg tangle. Someone’s leg or arm always ends up asleep, but for breathing purposes, it’s the most comfortable.
I roll her with me, grateful for an excuse to rest my arms and hide the shaking. I need to hit the gym more. Old age shouldn’t be creeping up on me already.
She snuggles into my shoulder, right into a giant patch of my chest hair. I’m tempted to make a smartass remark about it, but she either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care. She sighs a big sigh and pulls me in closer.
“You good?” I ask her.
“Better than good. That was amazing. Werewolves must fight off girls with a stick.”
That makes me chuckle. “Not really. I’m sure everyone has their preferences.”
She scratches absently at my chest. I can almost feel her thinking. She wiggles a bit. “I’m sorry, I’m not even the least bit sleepy. You’re never going to get anysleep at this rate if you have to wait on me.”
“What if I rub your back?”
She laughs. “I won’t say no. My ma would do that when I was little and she was trying to get me to sleep.”
“Did it work?” I ask, yawning.
“I’m too stubborn, I think,” she says as she catches my yawn. “Okay, maybe I am a little bit sleepy.”
I run a hand down her back. “My dad would tell us long, boring stories to get us to fall asleep.”
“You remember him?”
I nod. “I was twelve when he died.”
“What were the long boring stories about?”
I snort. “Mostly hunting. He and my Uncle Randy would spend half the winter in a deer blind.”
“A deer blind? You mean to tell me that two Alphas don’t just shift to hunt?”
“Nope. They thought it was cheating.”
She snorts. “I’d give anything to run through the woods as a wolf. Regular boring legs are lame.”
“They have their uses,” I murmur as my eyes get heavy.
She looks up at me and smiles. “You’re falling asleep, Zander.”
“Absolutely not. Just resting my eyes.”
“You aren’t old enough to be just resting your eyes. Me on the other hand…”
I mean to ask her what she means, but her hand is on my back, rubbing gently. She is warm, and the bed’s soft, and I can’t fight the pull of sleep as it draws me into the dreamless darkness.
“Zander.”