Coyote Wolf

24 | NOT THE RIGHT WORD

MAVIS

The last time I had sex was a couple of years ago.

I was freshly twenty-three and had flirted on and off with a coyote that was in town with their family for a hunting trip. He'd been cute with shaggy hair and a thick small-town accent. The sex wasn't terrible, but it wasn't great — it felt like we spent most of the time awkwardly changing positions and making sure things didn't hurt. When we were having sex, it felt okay, but the silence had been awkward.

With Naylan... Everything was different.

He was giving me the best blowjob of my life, and I couldn't stop shaking.

"F-fuck," I cried, as he pressed his tongue against the hole on my tip, slurping loudly as he lifted my hips in the air, so he could push his mouth lower down my shaft. I wasn't sure if it was the hormones or the fact I hadn't done this in a while, but I was so sensitive. Whenever Naylan's hands moved to steady me or shift positions, wherever he would touch would tingle, making me groan against the fist I was currently biting down on to avoid being loud.

"You taste amazing," he said as my erection popped out of his mouth. He breathed deeply, pressing his nose against the hair on my pubic area as he took long, deep breaths. His eyes were closed, and his lips were still wet as they pressed kisses to the side of my hipbone.

"You look amazing," I said back, watching his eyes rise to meet mine.

"I bet I taste amazing too," he muttered. My face warmed up, and my mouth watered, watching him crawl up again until our faces were on the same level. He pressed his forehead against mine, growling lightly as my breath fanned my face. I could feel his erection pressing up against mine — hard and stiff.

"I want to fuck your mouth," he said, cocking his head to kiss my neck. His pheromones were mixed up with mine, crossing wires in my brain that hadn't been crossed before. "I'm sure your throat feels amazing."

I shuddered as our lips met again. I didn't fall into the whole wolf pack dynamic naturally because of my coyote side, but the way he talked to me... It didn't matter that I was older and taller — It didn't matter that I wouldn't take that kind of tone from anyone else. Right now... I'd do whatever it took to just get him inside of me.

I kissed him hard, reaching up to touch his coarse curls. It felt so different to mine. I liked how rough it felt under my fingertips. I sucked on his tongue, and for a moment imaged his penis in my mouth — throbbing and hot — desperate for me as I was for him. I shuddered, feeling my erection pulse.

"Get up," I whispered, breaking the kiss.

He did as was told, climbing off the bed as he watched me sit on its edge. I looked up at him, resting my weight on my arms as my heart thumped in my chest. His chest was heaving, slow and steady, and his brown eyes looked wild — scanning my face and body as a glint of yellow showed behind them.

Fuck. He wanted me.

And I wanted him.

"Come here," I muttered, and he did as he was told, walking up to me and stopping once my fingers could touch his hips. I held him steady, lending forward until my lips bumped his erection. I could swear I saw it stiffen even more. He had a pretty shaft — thick, long, and curving towards his navel. I stuck out my tongue, coaxing the head of it with my saliva before sucking hard. Naylan let out a growl, reaching down to grab fist fulls of my hair as he pressed me down against him. I opened my mouth wider, taking every inch of him that could fit into my mouth, and I let him fuck me, feeling my lower stomach tighten up with arousal as I shuddered at the sounds he was making.