Elena was twenty-eight years old, three years into long-haul trucking, and her rig died on Red Mountain Pass at 9:14 p.m., forty miles from anywhere, with the moon fattening toward full.

The transmission cooler line burst with a sound like a gunshot. Red fluid smoked across the asphalt behind her Peterbilt and the gears ground into nothing. Elena wrestled forty tons of dead truck onto the gravel shoulder, set the brakes, and sat in the sudden silence with her forehead against the wheel.

Then something howled down in the pines below the road. Not a coyote. Low and enormous, a sound that came up through the tires and into her spine, and every hair on her body stood up at once. Her thighs pressed together before she could stop them.

Her phone had one bar. Dispatch crackled: nearest shop, Grey Hollow, twenty miles down the grade. Lobo Garage. He'd come get her.

The tow truck's headlights found her at eleven. The man who climbed out of it made the wrecker look small. Six foot six at least, shoulders straining his flannel, black hair wild around a scarred face, a beard rough along his jaw. And his eyes were amber. Not brown. Amber, like a wolf's.

— I'm Damion, — he said, in a voice like gravel and smoke.

— Thirty-two years old. I run the garage in Grey Hollow.

He was already hooking chains under her front axle.

— Moon's full in three nights. You do not walk these roads after dark. Those are the rules.

Elena lifted her chin.

— And if I do?

His amber eyes held hers, and there was hunger in them, and recognition, and something that made her breath catch.

— Then something keeps you, — he said.

He towed her Peterbilt down the grade into his garage bay. Under the rig with a drop light, ten minutes, then out wiping his hands.

— Transmission cooler line burst. I can patch it, but I don't have the line in stock. Parts truck comes through in three days.

Three days. The full moon.

— There's a room above the shop, — Damion said.

— Clean sheets, hot water. Or your sleeper cab. Your call.

She took the room above the shop. She told herself it was the smart choice. But when she climbed the stairs and saw the big bed with the dark blankets, and Damion standing in the doorway filling it with his enormous frame, his amber eyes locked on hers, she knew the smart choice had nothing to do with it.

— Lock the door behind me or don't, — Damion said.

— Won't matter.

He left. She didn't lock it.

At midnight the howling started, right at the treeline beyond the garage lot, a chorus rising and falling, and underneath the wildness of it there was something that sounded like calling. Like her name.

Elena's body answered before her mind could object. Heat poured through her, pooling between her thighs, her nipples tightening hard against her tank top. She was soaked, her panties sticking to her, her clit throbbing with every pulse of that impossible howl. She slid her hand down her belly, under the waistband, fingers finding herself slick and swollen, aching and empty in a way she'd never been empty, and she rubbed herself fast and desperate, biting her lip to keep quiet.

She came with the howl still in her ears, shuddering on the big bed, and in the dark behind her closed eyes she saw amber eyes.

The door opened.

Damion stood in the doorway, bare-chested, his flannel shirt hanging open, his eyes glowing amber in the dark.

— Cab walls are thin, mamacita, — he said, in that gravel-smoke voice.

— And you weren't exactly quiet.

Elena's face burned.

— I—

— Don't.

He stepped into the room and shut the door behind him.

— Three nights till the full moon, and my wolf has already chosen. Do you know what that means?

She shook her head, not trusting her voice.

— It means you're mine.

He crossed the room in three strides and stood over the bed, looking down at her, enormous and wild and utterly certain.

— Say it.

— I'm yours, — Elena whispered.

— Louder.

— I'm yours, papacito, — she breathed, and the word felt right in her mouth, his name and her surrender in one.

Damion's eyes flared.

— Take your clothes off, mamacita. All of them. Now.

Elena stripped with shaking hands, her tank top, her jeans, her damp panties, until she was naked on his bed with the howling still rolling through the pines outside. Damion watched her the whole time, his amber eyes moving over every inch of her, and she could see the huge shape of him straining against his jeans.

— Look at you, — he rumbled.

— Wet already. My wolf could smell you from the treeline.

He unbuckled his belt slowly, never taking his eyes off her.

— On your knees, mamacita.

Elena slid off the bed and knelt on the floor in front of him. He freed his cock and her mouth fell open, because it was massive. His thick throbbing girthy massive cock stood hard as a rock in front of her face, almost as if it was going to burst, the head swollen purple and leaking, the heavy shaft veined and pulsing. It was twice as thick as her wrist. She had never seen anything that big on a man.

— Suck it, — Damion ordered.

Elena opened her mouth wide and took him in, and she could barely fit the head past her lips. She wrapped her lips around his huge head and sucked, her tongue swirling over the leaking slit, tasting salt and musk and something wild. He was so thick her jaw ached within seconds. She bobbed her head, taking more of him, inch by enormous inch, until the head of his cock hit the back of her throat and she gagged.

— That's it, — Damion groaned, his huge hands tangling in her hair.

— Take it deeper, mamacita. Choke on it.

She relaxed her throat and pushed forward, and his massive cock slid down her throat, thick and throbbing and pulsating against her tongue and the walls of her throat. She could feel every pulse of him, every throb, the heat of him filling her mouth and throat completely. She gagged again and drool ran down her chin and dripped onto her tits, and Damion moaned, a deep animal sound, and held her head and fucked her mouth in slow deep strokes, his huge cock sliding in and out of her throat, stretching her lips wide around his girth. Her lips were stretched so wide around his thick shaft that the corners of her mouth burned, her jaw aching from being forced open around his massive girth. She could feel the thick outline of him bulging in her throat, his heavy head sliding deep and pulling back, leaving her throat stretched and aching. His precum leaked constantly, salty and musky, coating her tongue and sliding down her throat, mixing with her drool until her chin and chest were slick. Every time his huge head pushed deep she gagged and her throat squeezed tight around his thick shaft, and Damion groaned loud, his thick cock throbbing and pulsating against her tongue.

— Good girl, — he growled.

— Such a good little cocksucker for your papacito.

Elena moaned around his cock, the vibration making him shudder, and she sucked harder, hollowing her cheeks, her tongue pressing hard against the thick underside of his shaft. She could feel his thighs trembling. She reached up and cupped his heavy balls, rolling them in her hand, and Damion's whole enormous body tensed.

— Enough.

He pulled out of her mouth with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting her lips to his glistening head.

— On the bed. On your back. Legs spread.

Elena scrambled onto the bed and spread her legs wide for him. Damion knelt between her thighs, and his huge hands pushed her legs wider, wider, until she was completely open to him. He stared at her pussy, glistening and swollen and dripping, and inhaled deeply.

— So wet, — he rumbled.

— So fucking ready.

He lowered his mouth to her pussy without warning and licked her in one long slow stroke from her entrance to her clit.

Elena cried out. His tongue was hot and rough and enormous, lapping at her folds, circling her throbbing clit, pushing into her entrance. He ate her pussy like a starving animal, his tongue thrusting deep into her tight hole, licking and sucking, his beard scraping her inner thighs. His tongue was so thick it stretched her little hole open as it pushed inside her, her walls fluttering around it, her juices flooding his mouth and dripping down his chin. He growled against her pussy, the vibration shooting straight through her throbbing clit, and lapped her up hungrily, drinking her wetness, his nose bumping her clit with every deep thrust of his tongue. She could hear how wet she was, filthy sucking sounds as his tongue fucked in and out of her stretched hole. He sucked her clit into his mouth and flicked his tongue over it fast and hard, and Elena screamed, her back arching off the bed, her hands fisting in the blankets.

— Oh god, papacito, oh god—

He pushed two thick fingers into her dripping pussy while his tongue worked her clit, stretching her, opening her, and she was so wet his fingers slid in easily, but she knew, she knew, that his cock was going to be a different thing entirely.

— Please,

she whimpered.

— Please, papacito, I need you inside me.

Damion rose over her, caging her under his enormous body, his amber eyes burning into hers. He positioned his huge cock at her entrance, the massive head pressing against her tiny hole, and Elena felt panic and desperate need in equal measure.

— Look at me, — he commanded.

— Watch.

She looked down between their bodies, and she watched as he pushed forward, and his thick throbbing girthy massive cock that was twice the size of her pussy pressed hard as a rock against her entrance, throbbing and pulsating. She knew instantly he was going to stretch her sooo much. He pushed harder, and his huge head began to force its way into her, and she felt her pussy stretching and stretching around him, her outer lips spreading impossibly wide around his massive girth.

— Oh god, — Elena gasped, her eyes wide.

— Oh god, you're too big—

— You're taking it, — Damion growled, watching her pussy stretch around his head with hungry amber eyes.

— Look how your tight little pussy is stretching for me, mamacita. Look.

She looked, and she could see it, she could see her pussy stretching and stretching as his head passed through her outer lips, her pink flesh pulled taut and thin around his enormous head, and she let out a loud moan, and he moaned also, a deep guttural sound, from the tightness, from feeling her pussy stretching so much around him.

It was like sticking an extremely long thick cucumber up a pussy. That was the only way to describe it. His cock was so thick, so massive, and her pussy was so tight, and he had to struggle and fight to force his huge cock into her, rocking his hips, pushing forward inch by inch, and every inch stretched her more, her walls clenching and fluttering around his thick shaft, her juices flowing around him, trying to ease his way. Her outer lips were stretched so thin around his massive girth they ached, her entrance resisting him, clenching tight, and he had to bear down and force his huge head through the tight ring of her, her pussy stretching wider and wider. Her wetness gushed around his thick shaft, her body trying desperately to take him, and still he fought for every inch, his thick cock throbbing and pulsating inside her stretched walls.

— Please,

she sobbed,

— please, papacito, please—

and he groaned at her begging, his amber eyes locked on his huge cock disappearing into her tiny stretched pussy.

— So tight, — Damion groaned, sweat beading on his forehead.

— So fucking tight, mamacita. You're squeezing me so hard.

He pushed deeper, and deeper, his massive cock sinking into her stretched pussy inch by inch, throbbing and pulsating inside her, and Elena moaned loud and continuous, her hands clutching at his huge shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. The stretch burned, it ached, it was too much and exactly enough, and she could feel every vein, every ridge, every pulse of his enormous cock filling her completely.

— Take it all, — Damion commanded, and drove his hips forward hard, burying his entire massive length inside her with one brutal thrust.

Elena screamed. Her pussy was stretched to its absolute limit around his huge cock, her belly bulging slightly with the size of him inside her, and she could feel him throbbing and pulsating deep inside her, his massive head pressed against her cervix.

— Oh god, papacito,

she sobbed.

— You're so deep, you're so big—

— Mine, — Damion growled, and started to move.

He pulled back slowly, his thick cock dragging against her stretched walls, and she felt every inch of him, felt her pussy clinging to him, trying to hold him inside. Then he thrust back in hard, his heavy balls slapping against her ass, his massive cock spearing deep into her stretched pussy, and Elena screamed again.

He fucked her hard and deep, his enormous body pounding into her, the bed shaking and banging against the wall. Every thrust stretched her, every thrust filled her completely, his thick throbbing cock pistoning in and out of her dripping pussy, her juices running down her ass and soaking the blankets beneath her. She was so wet, so stretched, so full, and she moaned loud with every thrust, and he moaned with every thrust, the sounds of their bodies slapping together filling the room, over the howling of the wolves outside. Each time he pulled back her stretched pussy clung to his thick shaft, her walls gripping him, trying to hold him inside, and each time he drove back in her pussy stretched wider around his massive girth, her outer lips pulled taut, her juices squirting around his thick cock. Her belly rippled with the force of him, her tits bouncing hard, and she screamed with every thrust, loud and shameless, while he snarled above her, his huge hands pinning her wrists over her head, his massive cock pounding her stretched pussy deeper and deeper.

— Your pussy was made for me, — Damion snarled, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise, holding her in place as he pounded into her.

— Made to take my cock. Made to be stretched by me.

— Yes, — Elena gasped.

— Yes, papacito, yes—

He flipped her over without pulling out, her pussy clenching around his huge cock at the movement, and pushed her onto her hands and knees. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back, arching her spine, and fucked her from behind, his massive cock driving into her stretched pussy at a new angle, even deeper.

Elena screamed into the blankets. She could feel him in her belly, so deep, so thick, throbbing and pulsating inside her with every thrust. His huge hands gripped her hips, his claws pricking her skin — his claws, he had claws now, the wolf rising in him — and he pounded her harder, faster, his balls slapping wetly against her swollen clit with every brutal thrust. At this angle his massive cock speared even deeper, his thick head battering her cervix with every brutal thrust, stretching her pussy at a new angle, and she screamed into the blankets, her ass jiggling with the force of his pounding hips. Her pussy was stretched so wide around his huge shaft she felt her outer lips spread flat against his pelvis each time he bottomed out, her juices running down her thighs and dripping off her knees. His heavy balls beat wetly against her swollen throbbing clit with every thrust, and the double sensation made her scream louder, her whole body shaking.

— I'm going to knot you, mamacita, — Damion growled, his voice deeper, more animal.

— My knot's swelling. You're going to take my knot.

She felt it then — the thick base of his cock, behind his balls, beginning to swell. Growing thicker, harder, inflating inside her entrance with every thrust. Elena's eyes went wide.

— Papacito—

— Take it, — he commanded, and drove in deep and held himself there, buried to the hilt inside her stretched pussy, and his knot swelled and swelled, growing massive at the base of his cock, stretching her entrance even wider, locking him inside her.

Elena screamed as the knot forced its way in, her pussy stretching around the enormous swelling, her entrance pulled taut and thin around his inflated knot. It was too big, impossibly big, and then it was inside, and she was locked. His huge knot was locked inside her pussy, sealing his massive cock deep inside her, and she could feel it throbbing and pulsating against her stretched walls. Her entrance bulged obscenely around the massive swelling, stretched wider than she had imagined possible, the pressure immense, her pussy walls stretched thin and aching around his inflated knot. She felt it pulsing, throbbing, each throb a deep aching pulse through her stretched entrance, and she whimpered beneath him, completely impaled, completely locked, his enormous weight pinning her down and his huge knot sealing her shut around his massive cock.

— Locked, — Damion groaned, collapsing over her back, his enormous weight pressing her into the mattress, his cock and his massive knot locked deep inside her.

— You're locked on my cock, mamacita. You're not going anywhere.

He bit her. His teeth sank into the side of her neck, sharp and deep, and Elena screamed as pain and pleasure exploded through her together. His marking bite. His claim. She felt his teeth in her flesh, felt him growling against her neck, and her pussy clenched hard around his locked cock and knot.

— I'm going to breed you, — Damion snarled against her neck, his knot throbbing and pulsing inside her.

— Going to fill your tight little pussy with my cum. Going to put my pup in you.

His massive cock pulsed, and then he came. Elena felt it, felt his huge cock throbbing and jerking inside her, felt jet after jet of hot thick cum pumping deep into her, filling her stretched pussy, spurting against her cervix. So much cum, hot and thick, flooding her, and his knot kept it all locked inside, sealed in her pussy, nothing escaping. She felt every jet, thick ropes of his hot cum shooting deep into her, pulse after pulse, his massive cock jerking and throbbing as it emptied inside her. It flooded her, filled her completely, her belly feeling full and heavy with his hot seed, and his huge knot kept every drop sealed inside her stretched pussy, locked in, nowhere to go but deeper.

— Oh god,

Elena sobbed, her whole body shaking, her pussy milking his locked cock helplessly.

— Papacito—

The cum kept coming, pulse after pulse, his massive cock throbbing as it emptied into her, and Elena felt herself coming too, her stretched pussy clenching and fluttering around his huge locked shaft, wave after wave of pleasure crashing through her, her screams muffled in the blankets.

They stayed locked together, his knot swollen huge inside her, his teeth in her neck, his massive cock buried deep and still throbbing, for a long time. When the knot finally began to shrink, Damion pulled slowly out of her, and Elena felt her stretched pussy gape empty, felt his thick hot cum gush out of her in a flood, running down her thighs and onto the blankets.

Damion licked the blood from her neck, sealing his mark.

— Mine, — he rumbled.

— My mamacita. My mate.

Elena could only whimper, trembling, her pussy aching and stretched and dripping his cum.

— Yours, papacito, — she whispered.

— All yours.

The next night the moon rose full and white over Red Mountain Pass, and Damion's wolf rose with it.

Elena felt it the moment he walked into the room above the garage. His amber eyes were blazing, his huge body tense and trembling, his scent thick with musk and rut. He didn't speak. He just looked at her, and Elena's pussy clenched, already wet, already aching, her marked neck tingling.

— Strip, — he said.

She stripped. He stripped. His cock was already hard, his thick throbbing girthy massive cock standing straight out from his body, hard as a rock, throbbing and pulsating, the head swollen and leaking. Bigger than last night, if that was possible. The rut had him.

— On the bed, — Damion commanded.

— Face down, ass up.

Elena obeyed, presenting herself to him, her dripping pussy exposed. Damion knelt behind her and buried his face in her pussy from behind, his tongue spearing into her stretched hole, licking and sucking, drinking her juices. He ate her roughly, hungrily, his tongue thrusting deep, his nose pressing against her ass, and Elena moaned loud, grinding back against his mouth. His thick tongue stretched her hole wide as it speared in and out, her juices pouring into his mouth and dripping down his chin and beard, her pussy so wet and swollen and ready. He growled into her pussy, the deep vibration making her throbbing clit pulse, and sucked her swollen folds into his mouth, licking her clean and making her wetter, her thighs trembling, her moans more desperate with every thrust of his tongue.

Then he stood, positioned his massive cock at her dripping entrance, and drove into her in one brutal thrust.

Elena screamed. Her pussy was still stretched and tender from last night, and his huge cock forced its way into her, her walls stretching and stretching around his massive girth again, her juices flowing around his thick shaft. He grabbed her hips and pounded her hard from behind, his heavy balls slapping against her swollen clit, his thick cock spearing in and out of her stretched pussy.

— So wet, — Damion snarled.

— So fucking wet for me, mamacita. Your pussy is dripping down your thighs.

It was. She could feel her juices running down her inner thighs with every brutal thrust, could hear how wet she was, the filthy slapping sounds of his huge cock pounding in and out of her soaked pussy.

He pulled out suddenly, leaving her gaping and empty, and flipped her onto her back.

— Ride me, — he ordered, lying back on the bed, his massive cock standing straight up, throbbing and pulsating.

— Put it in yourself. Show me how bad you want your papacito's cock.

Elena straddled him, her knees on either side of his huge hips, and took his massive cock in her hand. It was so thick she couldn't close her fingers around it. She positioned the huge head at her stretched entrance and sank down slowly, and she felt her pussy stretching and stretching around him as she took him inch by enormous inch, his thick throbbing shaft filling her, deeper and deeper, until she was sitting fully on him, his massive cock buried to the hilt inside her, his heavy balls pressed against her ass.

— Oh god, — she moaned, her hands braced on his huge chest.

— Papacito, you're so big—

— Move, — he commanded, his huge hands gripping her hips.

Elena rode him, rising and falling on his massive cock, her stretched pussy sliding up and down his thick throbbing shaft. She could feel every inch of him, every vein, every pulse, her walls clenching around his girth. She rode him faster, her tits bouncing, her moans getting louder, and Damion thrust up into her from below, meeting her strokes, driving his huge cock even deeper into her with every thrust. Her pussy lips were stretched wide and flat around his massive shaft, her juices running down his thick cock and pooling on his heavy balls, dripping onto the bed. Every time she sank down her pussy stretched wider around his huge girth, his massive head pressing deep against her cervix, her clit grinding hard against his pelvis, throbbing and pulsing. She was so wet she could hear it, filthy squelching sounds as her stretched pussy slid up and down his thick throbbing cock, and she moaned loud and continuous, her nails digging into his huge chest.

— That's it, — he growled.

— Ride my cock, mamacita. Take it all.

She leaned forward, her hands on his chest, and rode him harder, her pussy stretched wide around his massive cock, her clit grinding against his pelvis with every downward stroke. The pleasure built and built, unbearable, and then she was coming, screaming, her pussy clenching and fluttering violently around his huge shaft, her juices flooding around him.

Damion didn't stop. He rolled them over, keeping his massive cock buried deep inside her, and pushed her legs back over her shoulders, folding her in half, driving into her at a brutal downward angle. His huge cock pounded into her stretched pussy, deeper than ever, his thick shaft throbbing and pulsating inside her, and Elena screamed continuously, her voice hoarse.

— I'm going to fill you again, — Damion snarled, his amber eyes blazing.

— Going to breed my mamacita under the full moon.

His knot began to swell again, the thick base of his cock inflating inside her entrance, stretching her wider and wider. Elena felt it growing, felt her pussy stretching around the enormous swelling, and she screamed as the massive knot locked inside her again, sealing his huge cock deep in her pussy.

— Locked, — he groaned.

— Locked on my cock again, mamacita.

He bit her neck again, over his mark from last night, his teeth sinking deep, and Elena's pussy clamped down hard on his locked cock. He came, his massive cock throbbing and jerking inside her, jet after jet of hot thick cum pumping deep into her stretched pussy, filling her completely, his knot sealing it all inside. So much cum, flooding her, spurting against her cervix, and Elena came again around him, her body shaking, her pussy milking his huge locked shaft. His teeth stayed buried in her neck as he pumped her full, growling against her flesh, and she felt jet after jet of his hot thick cum flooding her stretched pussy, her belly swelling with it, his massive cock jerking and pulsing with every rope of seed. Her pussy walls fluttered and milked around his huge locked shaft, drawing every drop out of him, her own climax crashing through her in wave after wave, her screams hoarse and endless.

They stayed locked together under the full moon, the wolves howling outside, his knot swollen massive inside her, his cum sealed deep in her pussy.

When the knot finally shrank and he pulled out, his thick cum gushed out of her stretched pussy in a flood, running down her thighs. Damion pushed two thick fingers into her dripping hole, scooping his cum, and pushed it back inside her.

— Keep it in, — he rumbled.

— My pup grows in you now, mamacita.

Elena whimpered, her stretched pussy full of his hot cum, and then Damion pulled her down between his huge thighs, his massive cock still glistening and half-hard, smeared with her juices and his cum.

— Clean me, — he ordered.

She took his thick shaft in her mouth, licking and sucking him clean, her tongue swirling over his huge head, tasting herself and him together, salt and musk and heat. She sucked him slowly, deeply, her lips stretched wide around his girth, until he was clean and twitching and throbbing against her tongue, and he groaned and buried his hands in her hair. Her tongue traced every thick vein along his shaft, licked clean every ridge of his huge head, her lips stretched wide and aching around his girth. She tasted her own wetness mixed with his salty musk, licking him spotless, her throat working around his thick head as she took him deep again and again, and she felt him twitching and throbbing and swelling against her tongue, his precum leaking fresh into her mouth.

— Good girl, — he growled.

— My good little mamacita.

Elena whimpered, her stretched pussy full of his hot cum, her neck marked, her body claimed.

— Yours, papacito, — she whispered.

— I'm yours.

On the third night, under the still-full moon, Damion took her against the wall of the garage, lifting her effortlessly, her legs wrapped around his huge waist, his massive cock driving up into her stretched pussy as he held her pinned. His thick throbbing shaft speared into her over and over, her back scraping the wall, her screams echoing off the metal, her juices running down his balls and dripping onto the concrete floor. Her whole weight hung on his massive cock, driving it deeper into her stretched pussy with every downward slide, her outer lips stretched wide and flat around his huge girth. Each upward thrust of his thick throbbing shaft stretched her more, his massive head pounding her cervix, and she clung to his huge shoulders, her nails digging in, sobbing his name with every brutal upward stroke, her juices streaming down his thick shaft and dripping off his heavy balls onto the concrete.

— Please, papacito,

she sobbed, her pussy stretched wide around his enormous girth.

— Knot me, please, knot me—

He carried her to the workbench, still buried inside her, and bent her over it, and pounded her from behind, his huge cock throbbing and pulsating deep in her stretched pussy. His knot swelled, massive and hard, stretching her entrance impossibly wide, and locked inside her with a deep groan from them both. He bit her marked neck and came hard, his massive cock jerking and pulsing, jet after jet of hot thick cum flooding her pussy, sealed in by his huge knot. Bent over the workbench she felt every brutal thrust slam his massive cock deeper, her stretched pussy clenching helplessly around his thick throbbing shaft, her screams echoing off the garage walls. When his huge knot locked inside her she sobbed with the immense stretched pressure, and his hot thick cum jetted deep into her in pulse after pulse, flooding her pussy, his teeth in her marked neck and his enormous body covering hers, breeding her hard against the workbench.

Later that same night he knotted her once more in his bed, slow and deep, his enormous body covering hers, his thick cock buried to the hilt and locked inside her, breeding her deep under the moonlight streaming through the window, his teeth in her neck, her pussy milking him dry. He took her slow that time, savoring it, his massive cock sliding in and out of her stretched pussy in long deep strokes, his thick shaft throbbing and pulsating inside her, her walls fluttering weakly around his huge girth, worn and aching and still hungry for him. His knot swelled slowly, achingly, stretching her entrance wider and wider until it locked with a deep groan from them both, and he held himself buried to the hilt inside her, his teeth gentle in her marked neck, his massive cock jerking as jet after jet of his hot thick cum pumped deep into her, breeding her slow and deep under the moonlight, her exhausted pussy milking him dry with soft fluttering squeezes.

When the parts truck finally came through Grey Hollow and her rig was fixed, Elena climbed into her Peterbilt with his mark on her neck and his cum still warm inside her, and Damion stood in the garage lot watching her go, his amber eyes glowing.

She'd be back at the next full moon. They both knew it. The wolf had claimed his mate, and a claimed mate always comes home.