#colin and susannah fic

[regency-monster-love]

Part 1 of Colin and Susannah | Next chapter | Master post

Male werewolf x female human | Regency era | SFW but slightly suggestive | autumn fluff

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“I do so love autumn leaves.” Susannah bent to pick one up, a crimson red brighter than fresh blood, and twirled the stem of it between her slender fingers. “I will never tire of their vibrant colors.”

“That’s fitting, for I believe you’re a painter, are you not?” Colin asked her.

Her face brightened with a mixture of surprise and pleasure. “Indeed I am. But I don’t recall telling you so. How did you know?”

“More than once when we have met, I have smelt paint upon you.” She lifted her hands to peer at her fingers, as if the paint were still upon them, and he smiled. “I do not smell any now, but even if you had washed off all visible traces of it, I might still be able to detect that it was recently there. Werewolves have a very keen sense of smell.”

Ah yes. Sometimes it was easy for her to forget that Mr. Barrington was a werewolf. Her eyes roved over his face, so perfectly human and normal, save for his golden eyes that seemed almost to glow. She wondered what he looked like in his wolf form, but did not feel they were acquainted well enough to ask such a thing. “Even in your human form?”

“My senses are a bit dulled in this form, but very little. Even like this, I can smell that you used rosewater in your hair, and you ate raspberry preserves with your breakfast.”

Her cheeks flushed a pretty pink over her freckles, and she reached up to wipe at the corners of her mouth. The werewolf chuckled. “Don’t worry, Miss Oakden, there is no jam still on you; I simply can smell it.”

Her eyes widened. He was the first werewolf she had ever been personally acquainted with, and she found him endlessly fascinating. Thankfully, he was always patient with her questions, never acting offended by them or mocking her ignorance. “That’s remarkable! How can you smell it if it is gone?”

He shrugged. “I don’t pretend to understand the science behind it. It is simply an innate skill I possess. I can smell many things I cannot see.”

For instance, he could smell that she was his mate.

He did not mention this out loud. She would not understand; as a human, he knew she could not smell mating bonds, as his kind could, nor even feel the bond beyond the faintest vague sensation. He did not wish her to think he only cared for her due to the bond, when in reality, it was his admiration of her as a person that had caused the bond to form, not some higher power dictating his feelings. Even though she must feel at least some degree of affection for him as well, in order to enable the start of that bond, she might not realize her own feelings yet, and he did not want to distress, frighten, or confuse her.

He could smell her matehood even now, intangible yet so very real, thick and sweet in the space between them as they walked beside each other along the garden path of her parents’ estate. It urged him to stay close to her and protect her. It urged him to touch her, lick her, mount her, bite her—to make her his.

But he kept his hands clasped behind his back and a respectable distance between them as they slowly strolled the grounds, colorful leaves rustling under their feet. He could wait to have her, while he courted her in the manner of a gentleman, as she would expect. He would earn her love the way a human man would.

And once he had it, he would claim her the way a werewolf male would.

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Bridgerton OC Masterlist

Name: Ambrose Charles

Fic: Diamond Prince (or maybe Line Without A Hook)

Love Interest: Edwina Sharma

FC: Toby Regbo

Name: Arabella Kingsley

Fic: I'm Not That Girl

Love Interest: Sampson Lockhart

FC: Meghan Ory

Name: Arthur Honeyfield

Fic: Love's Sorrow

Love Interest: Francesca Bridgerton

FC: Guy Remmer

Name: Cecilia Haskett

Fic: Not A Glass Slipper

Love Interest: Eloise Bridgerton & Cressida Cowper

FC: Abigail Cowen

Name: Darius Peregrine

Fic: Painted Hearts

Love Interest: Benedict Bridgerton

FC: Matthew Broome

Name: Elizabeth "Betty" Cowper

Fic: What A Girl Wants

Love Interest: Eloise Bridgerton

FC: Bella Heathcote

Name: Harcourt Dastur

Fic: Line Without a Hook (potentially)

Love Interest: Kate Sharma

FC: Dev Patel

Name: Leticia Beaumont

Fic: I'm Not That Girl

Love Interest: Colin Bridgerton

FC: Meghan Ory

Name: Percival Michaels

Fic: Line Without a Hook

Love Interest: Anthony Bridgerton

FC: Jonah Hauer-King

Name: Priscilla Barrington

Fic: Freedom To Be

Love Interest: Benedict Bridgerton

FC: Alisha Boe

Name: Sampson Lockhart

Fic: I'm Not That Girl

Love Interest: Arabella Kingsley

FC: Aaron Tveit

Name: Soloman Dowding

Fic: Heir of it All

Love Interest: Simon Basset & Anthony Bridgerton

FC: Callum Turner

Name: Susannah Ramsbury

Fic: Lovefool

Love Interest: Anthony Bridgerton or Simon Basset

FC: Mia Goth

Name: Theodosia Fortescue

Fic: Duty of the Heart

Love Interest: Colin Bridgerton

FC: Lily James

[regency-monster-love]

Part 9 of Colin and Susannah | Master post

Male werewolf x female human | Regency era | NSFW: oral (f receiving), handjobs (m and f receiving), piv, knotting, biting | wedding night

“When we are married and mated, I want you to see everything.”

That is what Colin had told her when they became engaged, and now that it was their wedding night, he was fulfilling that promise, first baring his naked human form to Susannah’s eyes as she bared hers, and now transforming into his wolf form while she watched in open fascination.

Both versions of her husband were gloriously beautiful.

He leapt onto the bed where she sat, causing her to fall back upon the mattress as he caged himself over her body. She stared up at him with wide eyes, enthralled with how he filled her entire field of vision with his muscular furred body, and with how raw power and need seemed to radiate off him.

“You're not afraid,” he rasped out, his voice deepened by both his transformation and his desire.

“You've taken me once before.”

He crouched lower, the fur on his broad barrel chest brushing against her bare nipples with a sizzle of teasing pleasure. “But never like this.”

“No, never like this,” she breathed, trembling as she anticipated how different it might be.

His tongue darted out from his muzzle, sweeping across her lips, which she immediately opened to let him lick inside her mouth, lapping her tongue back against his. It was strange for him not to have lips for her to kiss, really, but no less pleasurable for the lack. The kiss was wet and messy and deliciously thrilling in how decadent it felt. “I’ve never kissed you like this before,” he purred when he pulled back from her mouth.

His paws carried him slowly down the length of her body, his fur trailing over her skin and making her shiver as he crept lower and lower. “And I've never gotten to do this.” He pushed her thighs apart to wedge his entire body between them, then lifted them off the bed to bring her sex to his face and lave his tongue across her folds.

She cried out at the heavenly new sensation that flared out from the point where his tongue was in contact with her flesh and swiftly coursed through the rest of her body.

Colin sensed this perfectly, his nostrils flaring at the way the scent of her arousal bloomed suddenly and his ears twitching at the sound of her heart kicking into an even faster rhythm. It drove him wild to know that he was pleasing his mate, making him stroke his tongue against her with increased vigor. Her taste drove him wild too. It seemed even more delectable than the time he had licked it from his fingers, and he lapped her slick up greedily, groaning against her sweet flesh.

Susannah stared down at the shaggy head working between her thighs, her stomach clenching at how obscene it appeared to have anyone’s face there, let alone such a wild, inhuman one. She wondered, briefly, whether this was something that other wives did with their husbands, or whether this was just a werewolf behavior. Her mother had told her very little about the marital bed. But when Colin’s long wolf tongue drove directly into her entrance, she stopped caring whether this might be improper. The pleasure was too glorious to think it wrong.

She sank her fingers into the lush fur on his head, anchoring herself against the rising tide of her pleasure, and his golden eyes fluttered up to hers at the touch. They were half-closed and hazy, like he was drunk on the taste of her. He drew his tongue out from her just long enough to mutter, “You taste exquisite” with a smile, then went back to licking her, his tongue curling around the sensitive nub at the top of her cunt and making her arch up against his muzzle with a whine.

His hands reached up to find her breasts, squeezing them in his palms and lightly tracing his claws over her nipples, drawing forth breathy moans from his mate. He’d never been able to touch her breasts in their previous encounters, and doing so now made him imagine how lovely they would feel in his hands when they were heavy with milk for his pups. His cock throbbed under him where it was trapped against the bed in his eagerness to breed her again.

“Colin!” she gasped. “That’s so—I’m going to—” He gave an approving sort of hum against her as he sped up his movements, and her body writhed against the mattress—then seized as her climax slammed into her, all her muscles tensing with the ferocity of the pleasure blazing through them. She felt Colin’s tongue slip from her pearl down into her entrance, her channel pulsing around it, and heard him let out a low, hungry groan.

She panted as the fluttering of her cunt gradually slowed and let go of Colin’s head to flop her arms down to the bed. He rose up from between her thighs to lean over her and flash a seductive, satisfied smile at her, the tips of his fangs glinting in the candlelight. The fur all along his muzzle was shiny too, wet with her juices, and her cunt gave another weak throb as she watched his long tongue sweep out to lick his chops clean.

Colin bit off two of his claws, like he’d done the first, last, and only time he’d fucked her, but Susannah frowned. “I don’t want your fingers; I want your prick.”

Fuck. Arousal punched through him, his cock throbbing in answer to her request for it, but he gritted his teeth and laid himself down next to her. “You’ve no idea how much it pleases me to hear you say that, but you’ve only taken me once before, and I’m even bigger like this. See?” 

He pulled her hand onto his cock, looking down at it with her, and feeling heat scrabble up his spine at the alluring sight of how small and delicate her human hand looked against the angry red bulk of his wolf cock. He had to grit his teeth again not to start fucking hard against her soft little palm, and instead finish saying what he had been trying to tell her.

“If I don’t prepare you with my fingers first, it might hurt, and I never want to hurt you, butterfly. I hate that I hurt you the first time.” As he spoke, he slipped his hand between her thighs to stroke one finger against her silky petals, then slowly start easing it inside her hole.

“Not very much,” Susannah murmured, sliding her hand loosely against his prick, where her eyes were still fixed.

His finger moved in and out of her cunt in a slow but deliberate glide. “As you grow used to me, it won’t hurt at all, and we won’t need to use my fingers.” He slipped in a second one, and smiled at the little squeak she made when the breath got stuck in her throat. “Though you may decide you like them sometimes.”

He was impatient to be inside her too, to finally claim her completely, but he tried to take his time, gently stretching her open on his fingers, caressing her breasts with his other hand, lavishing his tongue in her mouth and over her throat, relishing her soft sounds of enjoyment. He was enjoying her attentions to him as well, the way her hand stroked over his cock while her other hand explored his body, scratching her fingers through his fur, reaching back to stroke the base of his tail, rubbing his sheath. There was a curiosity to her movements as she learned his body, but also a worshipful quality to her touch, her adoration for him seeping out through her fingertips and into his skin, warming every inch of him.

“You want me,” he whispered.

“I already told you that,” she replied.

He huffed out a throaty laugh. “My needy little wife. Oh, how you delight me.” He pulled his fingers from her and rolled her onto her back, rising above her. “Let’s give you what you want, hm?”

He pushed her thighs apart with his knees and brought his cock to her entrance. He held it there as he held her eyes, lingering on her gaze, memorizing the beautiful hunger he saw burning there, memorizing this moment, and then he tilted his hips forward to start pushing his way inside.

Susannah gasped at the first stretch open around his inhuman girth. It felt like she was being split apart by his wolf cock, but not with the sharp bite of pain like last time—it was a building pressure, a blossoming fullness as Colin slowly rocked his hips in small movements, working his way into her body bit by bit. She spread her thighs wider apart to welcome him deeper.

“Yes, that’s it, darling Susannah, keep opening for me,” he crooned as he returned home to the tight embrace of her velvety soft walls. He dragged himself halfway back, then slid in again, all the way to his knot this time. “You’re perfect for me.”

It felt perfect to her too, being filled and rocked in his arms as he rolled his hips against her with a cherishing reverence. When he’d taken her in a frenzy against the hedge, she’d been able to do little other than simply hang on, but this time she tried to match his movements, pushing her hips up to meet each downward plunge that he made into her, and pleasure rippled through her at the intimacy of their harmonized joining.

She lifted her head to watch their bodies coming together again and again, enthralled that he could fit inside her in this form and at how naturally they moved as one. The sight of it thrilled her, making her fuck back against him with abandon. She reached behind him to grip him near his tail, feeling the powerful muscles of his haunches contracting with each thrust, urging him deeper and harder into her.

Her arousal was so thick he could feel it like honey on his tongue, lolling from his muzzle as he panted with his thrusts. He could hear her pleasure too, in every frantic beat of her heart and jagged moan he wrung from her lips, and he could smell it in the flood of slick that was drenching her pussy and the sweat that trickled over her fevered skin. He dipped his head to lick it from between her breasts, then curl his long tongue around each of her nipples in turn.

She moaned as he snuffled higher, his nose and tongue trailing over her skin with happy whuffing noises. When he licked against the spot on her shoulder where his mating bite would go, she cried out his name at the red hot spark of pleasure. It shot through her blood, igniting a primal hunger, and she curled her hands into fists in his fur and tugged him harder against her. She wanted him to own her, to let him plunder and possess her, to surrender all that she was to his feral power.

Colin felt her raw need and clenched her hips tighter in his hands, the tips of his claws pressing into her soft flesh as he pounded harder against her. His knot hammered against the swollen petals of her sex, demanding to be let inside. “You want my mating bite,” he growled against her neck, letting his sharp canines scratch across her silky skin.

“Yes, please, please!” she begged.

“You must take my knot too.” He slammed his hips harder against her than ever, the edge of his knot starting to breach her as his heavy balls slapped against her ass.

“Yes! Everything, I want everything!” she sobbed.

“You’ll have it—God!—everything you want!” he cried out, and opened his jaws wide.

His teeth sunk into her skin at the same moment his knot sunk into her cunt. Her breathing ceased as twin flames of pain blazed brightly from each spot, yet blinding pleasure was twisted up with each of those pains, combining to form a glorious ecstasy that she wished would never end. His knot swelled even further, surging against the walls of her ravished cunt, before liquid heat flooded her insides in a throbbing rush.

Colin wanted to howl his elation at the feel of his seed releasing deep inside his mate, locked inside her by his knot, all while his jaws were locked around her shoulder, her life-blood heavy and hot on his tongue. Never before had he felt such pleasure! And yet he needed even more.

He tore his mouth from her shoulder to plead, “Bite me, please mate, bite me now, hard,” pulling her head toward his own shoulder. The moment her teeth clamped down on him, the feel of the mating bond washed over their joined bodies and sunk into his skin, piercing into his very bones. He howled as he released again inside her, pumping yet more seed into the womb of his newly-bonded mate, and felt her cunt clench around him as her own release overtook her and her mouth released his shoulder with a gasp.

“I'm yours, do you feel it, mate?” he panted with fervent happiness. “You claimed me with your bite, as I claimed you. You're mine. My mate forever.”

Susannah could barely think and barely hear him as the waves of her climax continued to carry her through a hurricane of pleasure. But she felt something else this time, something more, a sensation different and deeper than any other orgasm Colin had brought her before. She couldn't name it, apart from feeling more connected to Colin, like a piece of his soul had been stitched to her heart and would never leave her. She didn't think it was just because his knot literally connected him to her body at that moment. Somehow, she knew this connection would persist even when they were apart.

“I feel it,” she said when she could breathe again.

Colin's muzzle stretched into the widest grin she'd ever seen him make, and then he ducked his head to lick eagerly into her mouth. “My mate, my mate,” he mumbled in between licks, and Susannah laughed around his tongue with pure happiness. She felt fur brushing against her legs and realized he was wagging his tail violently.

He finally pulled back again, his golden eyes glowing brighter than she'd perhaps ever seen them. “I love you so much, butterfly.”

She ran her hands into the fur on his neck and up behind his pointed ears. “As I love you.”

He dipped his head to gently lick at the bite on her shoulder. It stung when he did so, yet a tendril of pleasure also pulled in her belly at the same moment. “I didn't hurt you too badly, did I?”

She shook her head. “I liked it. What about my bite on you?”

He huffed in amusement. “I don't think you even broke the skin.”

“But it still worked.”

The mating bond hummed under his skin, and he smiled broadly. “Yes, my sweet mate. It worked.”

~ 🐺🎩 ~

End of part 9 of Colin and Susannah

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Part 8 of Colin and Susannah | Master post | Next chapter

Male werewolf x female human | Regency era | NSFW: fingering, piv, breeding, semi-public sex (not caught), references to knotting, references to biting (vague) | outdoor sex

Colin’s golden eyes snapped onto hers as soon as he entered the room, which was not unusual, but this time there was a burning quality to his stare that pierced her. He flared his nostrils and set his jaw hard.

When Susannah greeted him, he managed a tight smile for her, but her brows drew together in puzzled concern.

“Are you well?” she asked.

He reached for her elbow, gripping it tightly. “We need to go for a walk,” he said in a low voice. “Alone.”

She told her mother they were going for a stroll in the gardens, and though her maid came with them, she was quickly persuaded to let them roam ahead without her, behind the cover of tall hedges.

As soon as they were out of the sight of the house, she began to turn toward him to ask what was troubling him, but he shot out an arm toward her and yanked her against his chest. She let out a small cry in surprise.

“You're in heat,” he growled. He'd smelled her in heat before, but this was the first time since they became engaged, and the first time since they'd pleasured each other with their hands in his study. His restraint was worn paper-thin by now.

“W-what? In heat?” she stammered, eyes wide at that intensity still burning in his gaze.

“You're ripe for breeding.” Her cheeks flushed in embarrassment. “I can smell it.” She went even more red, even as an alluring warmth awakened inside her belly.

He pushed his bulky body against hers, forcing her to step back until her back collided with the hedge behind her, locking her there between it and his towering form. He seemed so different from his normal self! Gone were his gentle touches and easy smiles; now it was this fierce stare, growling voice, and rough movements. Yet, she didn’t dislike the change—it was thrilling, and yet she still felt utterly safe in his strong arms.

“I need you,” he said in a dark rumble. “I know we’re to wait until we're married, but how you smell right now…” He ground his hips forward, and she gasped at the rigid length she felt under his trousers. “I can't wait. I need you,” he repeated, then crashed his mouth into hers.

She took hold of the lapels of his coat and kissed him back, delighting at the unexpected power behind his hungry kisses. “But,” she forced out between kisses, “we're outside. How—”

“You should tell me to stop.” She deserved a bed for her first time, and the comfort of a measured pace and gentle touches. He knew this, and yet his fangs were lengthening and his claws were growing from his fingers, and they would not release her from his rough grip. “If you tell me to stop, I will stop.”

“Don't stop,” she breathed, and he had to clench his jaw against the urge to howl in triumph.

One clawed hand scrabbled downward to yank her skirts up and up, until he could reach under to find her bare skin. She gasped at the light scratch of his claws over the soft flesh of her thigh, then the swipe of his finger over the slit between. 

It was not the first time he had touched her there, but this time, he was rougher, moving his fingers against her with a ravenous urgency that made it difficult for her to breathe, especially as his lips were once more locked with hers, his tongue moving deep and insistent within her mouth.

And then suddenly both his mouth and his hand were removed from her. Her eyes flew open to see him raising his hand to his mouth, and her brows lifted as he licked her fluids off his fingers and shuddered in pleasure. He was still in his human form, but it appeared more wild than usual; there was more hair on his face, his features were slightly more blunt, and he had claws—but then he bit off the first two of them on his right hand and spit them on the ground.

Distantly, Colin knew this wasn’t ideal. It would be better if he could compose himself enough to go back to his fully human form, but that was impossible. Frankly it was incredible that he'd not shifted into his wolf completely, just this halfway state, given how heavenly she smelled and how badly he wished to breed her.

Stripped of those two claws, he wasted no time in plunging his fingers up inside her cunt. She cried out, a gorgeous sound that made his cock throb, but they could not alert her maid to what they were doing. “Quiet, butterfly,” he warned her. “Is this all right?” He slid his fingers in and out of her clutching channel.

“Yes, oh yes,” she said in a quiet whimper, closing her eyes again to relish the feel of him stretching her.

“I'm preparing you to take my cock,” he said in a hoarse whisper against her ear, the additional hair on his face brushing her cheek. “This is just where my cock will fill you.”

She whimpered again as she imagined how much greater that stretch and fullness would be. Her slick dripped down his palm. “Open my trousers,” he told her.

Arousal twisted low in her belly at the command, and her hands shook as she worked at the buttons that were holding back his cock from her. When it sprung free, she thought it looked even more swollen than last she'd seen it. She tried to encircle it with her hand, but her fingers did not meet.

He let out a low growl as he drew back his hand from within her and moved it to his cock, pulling her own hand away. “On our wedding night, I will take you in my wolf form.” He nudged his tip against her entrance, pushing it up and down, combining his wetness with hers. “But this will do for now.”

And he drove his cock up into her body.

Her mouth opened on a silent scream as a mixture of pain and pleasure shot through her, freezing her in place against the hedge.

“I know, I know my darling, I should have gone slower, but I-I—” He was not moving his hips, but a tremor coursed through him, making him shake against her frozen, clenching body. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

He dipped his head to lick softly at the spot on her neck where his mating bite would go, knowing she liked to be touched there, and felt her muscles loosen as she sighed. “That's it, just relax, let me in.” He tested her with a small nudge of his hips, and was gratified that she did not tense again. “This is just where I'm meant to be.”

He began to move inside her, slipping his thick cock out only to drive it back into her depths once more. On each stroke, the pain lessened, and soon disappeared completely, leaving only a heated pleasure that churned in her belly and made her cunt throb. She let out a long moan and tipped her head back against the hedge behind her.

The sight of his mate's neck stretched out like that for him made his canines ache to bite her. To taste her blood while scenting her being in heat! It would be too divine. He fucked up into her harder, snarling at the ferocity of the primal need that thrummed under every inch of his skin.

Even without biting her, though, the pleasure of finally being physically connected to his mate was exquisite. Her silky heat wrapped around his cock perfectly, fitting him like a glove, just as he knew it would.

And he knew from her scent, sounds, and face that she was enjoying this as well, with no pain any longer. Still, he wanted to hear her say it. “Is it pleasurable for you now, butterfly?”

“Yes, Colin,” she breathed.

“Does my fucking please you?” He snapped his hips up hard.

“God yes, yes darling!”

He remembered how it had seemed to excite her when she thought they might be caught last time they'd touched each other. “Even though anyone could hear us, see us?” he whispered.

She clenched around him and let out a hushed moan. God, why was the idea of that so exciting! It made her burn all over.

“Your maid could come around the corner,” he whispered, “and see you with your skirts around your hips, my cock fucking up into your dripping cunt. And you wouldn't even stop, would you, darling? You'd let me keep fucking you because you need my fat werewolf cock that desperately.”

“Oh God! Colin!” He was right, she did need his cock. She couldn’t believe she'd gone all this time without knowing this pleasure. There was none greater. Having him joined to her like this was ecstasy.

But it was then she felt the bulge at the base of his cock bump against her entrance, and remembered what he had told her about its purpose. “You can't knot me,” she gasped out.

He knew this was true—they were already taking a ludicrous risk as it was, and every minute longer they continued they increased their chance of being caught, and though the fantasy of that may be exciting, he knew the reality of it would not be. So no, he could not tie them together for who knows how long. Yet knotting her was what he wanted more than anything else in the world at the moment, and he found himself begging, “Please, please, I need it.”

“Not this time, my love.”

He gritted his teeth and dropped his forehead against hers. “I know, I know you’re right. I won't.” It was only because she was telling him no that he could restrain himself.

“But I'm still going to breed you, just as soon as you come around my cock,” he growled. “Give it to me, Susannah. Let go.”

His knot ground against her bud on every thrust, and his cockhead dragged against some spot inside her that set her on fire, until the pleasure consumed her entirely in a towering wave that made her arch against him with a silent scream.

“Yes, oh yes, that's it darling,” he rasped out as he continued to drive his cock through her spasming cunt. The hedge shook and rustled behind her as he sped up, chasing his peak, so eager to breed his mate. “‘M so close, going to spill in your fertile womb, give you, ngh, so many pups,” he muttered in a rumbling growl as his balls tightened. His instincts roared at him—knot her, shove it inside, tie her to you—but he clutched her hips tight in his claws and hilted himself as deep as he could go without getting his knot inside, and let go with a sharp gasp. Hot seed erupted from his cock, filling her fluttering cunt with his essence.

Susannah groaned at the rush of liquid heat she felt release inside her. Her legs buckled, but she did not fall, held up by the force of his still-thrusting cock and the possessive grip of his clawed hands on her soft, sated body. He curled himself tighter around her, his hips finally slowing and grinding his knot against the lips of her cunt, so close to entering her but not pushing in, just teasing both of them with the delicious friction it created as he finished spilling inside her. Her cunt fluttered around his shaft, enjoying the fullness and wet heat.

Colin was reluctant to pull out. “When we're married,” he murmured to her, nudging his nose against her cheek, “I will not be satisfied with breeding you only once when you're in heat. Expect days of this.”

Susannah let out a soft, weary laugh. “I'll be ready for you.”

She always would be, wouldn't she? His perfect mate, aligned with him in desire for each other. The thought pleased him greatly. “Thank you for allowing me this indulgence, Susannah darling. I love you.”

“I love you, too. It was my pleasure.” That word made his still-hard cock twitch, and he knew he needed to get out of her before he did something even more foolish.

He carefully pulled out. “Are you in pain?” he asked.

“A bit of an ache, but nothing intolerable.” The feel of his hot seed sliding down the inside of her thighs to pool at the top of her stockings was a more noticeable sensation than the ache, in truth.

He kissed her forehead in apology. “It will get better in time, I promise.”

His concern warmed her. “I know, my love.”

Cleaning themselves up was more challenging than after their previous sexual encounter, and they did a poor job of it. Susannah's maid gave them a knowing smirk when they rejoined her. It did not trouble Susannah; she knew the woman would be discreet.

Colin leaned down to whisper in Susannah's ear. “I must leave you now. I can't go back into the house in my current state.” Thanks to the continuing scent of Susannah's heat, his prick remained completely hard, with a wet spot already forming on the front of his trousers, and his features remained in their half-shifted form, straining to complete the transformation. “Make some excuse, and give my apologies to your mother.”

He took a hidden way home through the woods so that he could strip from his clothing and shift into the wolf. He howled and ran naked through the trees, driven by the thrilling memory of fucking his fertile mate and his gnawing hunger for even more of her. He stayed in the woods until the sun went down and the moon rose, pleasuring himself under its silver light again and again.

~ 🐺🎩 ~

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Part 3 of Colin and Susannah | Next chapter | Master post

Male werewolf x female human | Regency era | SFW but suggestive, biting (vague) | ballroom flirting

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For the first half-minute or so of the dance, Colin was too caught up in the pleasure of being so close to his soon-to-be mate—moving his body in harmony with hers, smelling her sweet scent so intensely, even touching her through their gloved hands—that he did not speak at all.

Miss Oakden did not speak either, but that was not unusual; she was often quiet, not in a way that suggested she was shy or proud, but simply of a calm disposition that did not always need to fill up the space with talking. It was one of her many fine qualities that he loved. Being the alpha of a werewolf pack and running an estate were stressful endeavors, but her tranquil company was a welcome respite. With her, everything was always peaceful. 

Well, as peaceful as it could be when he was frequently excited by her scent and yearning to claim her as his mate.

His thoughts were straying into dangerous territory again. He needed to speak about something innocent to keep himself composed. 

“You still have not shown me any of your paintings,” he finally remarked.

She gave him an arch smile as they joined hands and circled one another. “You never asked to see them.”

“Did I not? I meant to. I will do so now—consider this my formal application to be permitted to view the full body of your work.”

She blushed slightly, but remained smiling. “Please do not treat it as if you’re to see an exhibition by a master, or you’ll be sorely disappointed.”

“Nothing that you have done could disappoint me.”

Her beautiful eyes glowed with pleasure at the compliment, and for a few steps of the dance they were both too caught up in smiling at each other to speak. 

Colin was the first to break the silence, again. “So what is your answer?”

She blinked. “To what?”

“To my formal application.”

She chuckled. “Ah, right. My answer is yes, you may see my paintings, the next time you call at the house.”

He bowed his head to her as the dance brought him forward into her space. “Thank you, madam. I look forward to the pleasure,” he murmured.

Susannah found that she was looking forward to the pleasure as well—the pleasure of having him come to call. He had done so often in the past weeks, and she always enjoyed their conversations. Mr. Barrington was intelligent and thoughtful, with easy, pleasing manners. She must admit that he was quite pleasing to look at as well.

“It may be some days before I can manage the time to call, however,” he warned her as they raised their linked hands over their heads to slowly spin together. “There are some…squabbles happening within my pack that I need to attend to.”

As always, Susannah was intrigued by any mention of how his being a werewolf affected his life. A sudden wish to see him doing whatever it was he did as a wolf struck her. She had seen other werewolves in town in their wolf forms occasionally, so it must not be improper.

“Do you ever go out in your wolf form?” she asked.

Mr. Barrington looked surprised by her question. “When I am taking care of matters with the pack, I do, but not often when I go into society.”

“Would you come to call on me in that form?”

His look of surprise increased in intensity. “You wish to see me as the wolf?”

“Yes, but only if it is agreeable to you. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” she hurried to say.

A pleased smile brightened his handsome face and sent his unusual golden eyes gleaming. “I could not be more comfortable doing so. Yes, I will come that way, next I call.”

She nodded in acknowledgment, her blood warming with anticipation and making pink bloom on her cheeks and seep down onto her chest. Something told her that he would be just as handsome, if not more so, in his wolf form as in this one.

Colin’s sharp eyes did not miss the blush on Miss Oakden’s skin, his pupils dilating as he stared at her flushed neck. He could hear her blood rushing faster there, and he longed to stretch his jaws around the spot where her neck met her shoulder and sink his teeth into her soft skin to mark her as his. He felt himself stir in his breeches as he imagined the iron-sweet taste of her on his tongue.

God, having her so close was driving him mad! He had to control himself. He exhaled heavily, as if he could expel her scent from his nose, though that was not at all how his werewolf senses worked, and forced a casual smile onto his face. “I think perhaps you can transform as well,” he told her.

She gave him a curious look. “Into what?”

“A butterfly. Your skin is becoming more brightly hued, and you’re garbed in more color and finery than I’ve ever seen you before.”

Her blush deepened, but she let out a laugh, the sound as bright and light as butterfly wings, confirming his fanciful idea. Yes, she was his beautiful, delicate butterfly. His, all his. Soon.

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Part 6 of Colin and Susannah | Next chapter | Master post

Male werewolf x female human | Regency era | NSFW: masturbation (m receiving), oral (f receiving), piv, knotting

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Susannah—he refused to call her Miss Oakden in his head any longer—his mate-to-be, his beautiful butterfly, had fluttered back home, after months of absence in London! Colin had been miserable without her. He had wanted to go after her, but business with his estate and pack had prevented it. Being the alpha, and a relatively new one at that, came with a great deal of time-consuming responsibility. Ordinarily, he did not resent it, but he had started to, when it kept him separated from his mate.

Not that he didn’t feel sympathy for his pack as well. They’d had to put up with his erratic behavior these past few months. The first full moon after she left, he was an absolute terror, snarling at everyone until he could lock himself away in his bedchamber. He spared not even a moment to undress before shifting, letting his clothes rip from his body, all so he could wrap Susannah’s stolen glove around his cock and pleasure himself with it in a frenzy all night long. By morning, it was little more than a scrap, but he could still smell her scent clinging to it, and better yet, the scent of his seed was mingled together with it.

God, how he wished he could mingle their scents together in the flesh! Every night, he pictured what she would look like unclothed, spread out for him on his bed. He imagined tasting her, licking up every drop of her desire for him, until she writhed and howled like a wolf herself. He would bury himself in her then, fucking her tenderly at first, then harder and harder, until finally his knot would push inside her cunt and swell, locking them together as he spilled into her womb. This fantasy would play through his mind while he furiously stroked his hand over his throbbing prick and squeezed his knot in the other palm. It was enough to bring him release, but never satisfaction. He needed Susannah for that.

But he would have her soon. She was back, and he was determined to propose tonight, no matter what, when she came to his home for dinner.

The first moment he laid eyes on her, stepping into his drawing room, his blood sang with the instincts of a mate, joyful yet ravenous. He longed to leap across the room and wrap her in his arms. But she was with her parents, and human manners dictated restraint, so he merely walked to her and offered her his hand to shake as he greeted her with a level of calm that he really thought he ought to be lauded for, considering how wild he felt under the surface.

She graced him with a marvelously beautiful smile, and told him that it had been too long since they last met and how happy she was to be in his home this evening, and he wished he was the wolf at that moment so he could wag his tail and show her how excessively pleased it made him to hear that.

Dinner was tortuously long. Colin was uncertain whether having Susannah seated next to him made it feel more or less so. On the one hand, he enjoyed being able to speak to her, and hear all about how she had spent her time in London. On the other hand, her scent was so strong when she was in such close proximity to him, and for such an extended period of time, that he thought he might go mad with desire for her. He tried to distract himself from her scent by counting her freckles, but when she caught him staring at her face, she smiled bashfully, her lowered eyelashes fluttering against her blushing cheeks in such a pretty manner, that Colin was even more overcome with longing for her.

Finally the meal and drinking were over, and the entire party was gathered together again in the drawing room. Colin moved toward Susannah, catching the eye of one of his cousins as he did so. The younger werewolf nodded, and slowly but surely a large number of his pack gathered themselves around Susannah’s parents, engaging them in conversation and blocking their view of himself. Colin smiled. Sometimes having a large pack was a great benefit.

He turned his attention to his mate, reaching a hand toward her arm but stopping short of touching her. “Would you permit me to show you something in another room? It is just next to this one.”

She looked curiously at him, but agreed, and he led her out of the room and into the study adjacent to it, closing the door behind them.

“I was not completely honest,” he admitted to her. “There is nothing in here I wish to show you. I simply wanted to speak to you in private.”

Susannah's brow rose in momentary surprise, but then her heartbeat began to quicken in anticipation. She had a fairly good idea of why he would want to speak to her alone.

He stepped closer to her. “Do you remember when I called you a butterfly, on one of the occasions when we danced together?”

She smiled softly at the memory. He had a romantic turn of mind that she liked. “Yes.”

“I did not realize at the time how apt it was, for you flew away from me, despite my attempts to catch you. Werewolves enjoy catching things, you know.” She giggled softly, but stopped abruptly when he picked up her hand and held it tight in his, her eyes widening at the touch. “But now you have flown back, and I don’t want to lose you ever again. Will you spare me the agony of ever having to be separated from you again by consenting to be my wife?”

He could hear her heart fluttering wildly now, her skin flushed with agitation, her breathing fast through her parted lips. “Yes. Yes, Mr. Barrington, I will marry you.”

“Darling Susannah, how I’ve longed to hear you say that!” he cried out as he embraced her. She started at the contact, but did not pull away, and he felt her go soft in his arms. He knew he should not be holding her, but it was less inappropriate than what he really wished to do, which was to take her to the floor, yank up her skirts, and drive into her, filling her with his seed to make their newly agreed upon bond not just one of words but one of the flesh as well.

Had she been a werewolf, he would have done exactly that, and she would have welcomed it. All of his pack in the other room would have heard them sealing their mating bond, and none of them would have batted an eyelash at it. But Susannah was not a werewolf, she was a delicate human, and he had to be patient.

He forced himself to release her, sliding his hands from her back onto her arms and down to her hands, causing her to shiver as he did so. She looked a little bashful, yet was smiling up at him. “I love you, Susannah.”

Her color rose even more. “May I call you Colin?”

“Please do, my darling.”

“I love you, Colin.”

A shudder ran through his body at hearing those exquisite words combined with his Christian name on her lips, and he had to squeeze her hands in his to keep himself from throwing them around her back again or grasping her face to kiss her.

“You don’t mind that I’m not of your kind?” he asked.

“Not at all. In fact…” She thought of how powerful he had appeared in his wolf form, and ducked her head with a shy smile. “I think I like you even better for it.”

She heard him hiss in a sharp breath, and raised her eyes back to his to see them burning with a golden fire. “You make me wish I could transform for you this instant.”

The idea of that made her stomach flutter. “You would let me see such a thing? It’s not too…personal?”

“Oh, butterfly.” He raised a hand to her cheek, drawing it down her skin with a faint whisper of something sharp that felt like claws. “When we are married and mated, I want you to see everything.” His hand came to rest on the spot where her neck met her shoulder, squeezing gently there, and she gasped as the picture of him biting there flashed into her mind, as it had done once before, filling her with an unexpected heat. “I will be yours. Just as you are mine.”

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Part 7 of Colin and Susannah | Next chapter | Master post

Male werewolf x female human | Regency era | NSFW: hand jobs, semi-public sex (not caught), references to knotting, references to biting (vague)

Colin and Susannah's wedding date was fast approaching, and there was an important matter for them to discuss before then. Colin had gotten his pack's assistance once again to distract her parents and let him steal her away for a few minutes of privacy to talk. They were sitting together in the same study where he had proposed, the door closed.

He picked up his fiancé's hand. “You have heard me say that we are mates. Do you know what that entails?” he asked carefully.

She gazed into his golden eyes. They always seemed to have a faint glow to them, but at times their light burned with more intensity, as they were now. It always set off a fluttery sort of warmth within her when his eyes looked like this. She swallowed. “Well. I know it's a sort of bond that some werewolves share with their spouses, but not all.”

He nodded. “That's right. The bond can only form if both parties feel love for each other.”

She smiled softly. “Like you and I.”

His eyes warmed with his own smile. “Yes, butterfly.” 

“Even if only one of us is a werewolf?”

“Even so.” He paused. “But love is not enough. There is something else that must occur to fully bond a pair as mates.”

Her brows lifted, curious and waiting for him to tell her. He shifted slightly closer to her on the settee.

“The soul connection of a mated pair must be expressed as a bodily connection as well,” he said slowly, keeping his eyes fixed on her face for her reaction. “They—we—would need to lie together as a husband and wife do, and we would need to bite each other. And I would be in my wolf form while this occurs.”

Her eyebrows had climbed even higher. “Oh. I see,” was all she said.

He smelt no fear coming off her, but could not read her expression. “Would you…permit that?”

“I think I…would like it,” she admitted.

The werewolf felt a rush of relief—and then the scent of her desire hit him. She truly would like it—the thought alone was arousing her! The knowledge of that aroused him as well, and he pressed himself even closer to her. “Do you know how we will lie together? What I will do to you?”

His voice had become hoarser, his gaze more piercing, and both somehow contributed to the increasing agitation she felt in the pit of her belly. “I know the generalities, at least for humans,” she said, and was surprised to hear that her own voice sounded more hoarse as well.

“It is not very different for werewolves.” He pressed his hand onto a bulge at the front of his trousers. “This part of me will fit into your body—”

“Here.” She finished his sentence and pressed her hand between her own legs, grown bold by his words, his voice, and that alluring fire in his eyes. A jolt of pleasure met the touch of her hand, and she wriggled her hips in an unconscious effort to induce even more.

He groaned watching her. “Yes, in your quim. I'll stick my cock in your quim.”

His vulgar bluntness increased her desire further. “Oh Colin,” she whimpered.

He threw his arms around her shoulders to pull her close. “May I kiss you?”

“Yes,” she breathed, and he dropped his head to angle his mouth against hers and kiss his mate for the first time in his life.

The sensation of the kiss enlivened him. It was like the feeling of transforming on a full moon, a feeling of release and rightness, of becoming something closer to whole. His instincts told him what else to do to truly become whole—mount her, knot her, bite her—but for now, this was already so much more alive than he'd ever felt before.

Susannah was perhaps even more overwhelmed than he, for just a minute ago she had never kissed anyone, and now she was feeling her mate's tongue sweeping against hers, his large hands running over her back and arms, his thigh pressed against her's, all of it unfamiliar and stunning.

Colin's kisses drifted lower, and when he reached the spot where her neck met her shoulder, her breath caught at the burst of pleasure his lips set off there. “This is where I will bite you,” Colin rasped against her skin, mouthing at the sensitive spot with just the faintest scrape of his wicked teeth. She gasped and twisted in his arms, mindlessly torn between wanting to get away from the overwhelming pleasure and wanting more of it.

“I can smell your desire. You're wet,” Colin said in a dark tone that seemed to rumble down her spine to settle between her hips with a pulsing heat that obliterated any mortification she might have felt from his words. Perhaps the mating bond was making her mad as well, but if it was, she did not care.

“Yes. Please,” she pleaded, knowing she needed something more or she should burst.

“You need never beg for me, darling mate,” he purred, and tugged up one side of her skirts, before his hand disappeared underneath.

He found where she was wet, swirling his fingertips through it, making her moan at the riotous sensations it set off in her body. One of his fingers dipped, feeling as though it was starting to sink into her, but he went no further, merely held it at her entrance while his thumb flicked against the sensitive bud at the top of her slit, making her throb with want.

“There is one more thing I will do to seal our mating bond,” he murmured in her ear. “I will spill my seed in your cunt, then knot you to lock it inside.”

“Knot me?” she hiccuped, nearly at her peak already from his decadent caresses and lewd language.

“A bulge at the base of my cock. Can I show you?”

“Yes, show me,” she pleaded.

He groaned in approval at her eagerness and quickly freed his cock from his trousers, watching Susannah's eyes widen as she stared down at it, and breathing in the scent of her arousal that had surged. But a hint of fear prickled at the edges of it now as well. “It's too big, isn’t it?” she asked.

“No, butterfly,” he cooed, caressing her folds soothingly. “You're my mate, built to take me.” No need to tell her that it would be even larger when he was a wolf. His hand cupped his knot, which also wasn’t at its full size; that wouldn’t happen until it was inside her. “You'll be able to take my knot as well. I'll fill you perfectly, mate.”

“Can I touch it?”

“Please.” Her touch was tentative at first, but he showed her how to pump him, restoring her eager lust, and soon both of them were feverishly stroking each other while they kissed deeply once more. Colin could scarcely believe how good Susannah's warm, wet cunt felt on his fingers, and imagined how much better it was going to be to sink his cock into that same slick heat. It made his knot throb and swell just to think of it.

“We will be so close when we are knotted, Susannah,” he panted. “It will tie our bodies together for some time. Can you imagine that? Having me joined with you, unable to separate, fully being one?”

“Yes,” she moaned, squeezing his cock tighter in her fist, “I want that!”

“Soon, butterfly. Soon I'll mate you the way you need.” He mouthed at that spot on her neck again, relishing the way it made her shudder and gush onto his hand. “You need me, don't you, little mate? Need this cock inside you, need my teeth in your flesh?”

“Oh God, Colin, yes, yes!” she sobbed. “Need your cock and your bite!”

“Oh fuck,” he growled. It took all his restraint not to pull her onto his cock this instant. It was aching to be buried in her, red and angry and throbbing with primal need.

He plunged a finger inside her instead, making her cry out, before she bit down on her lip and darted her widened eyes toward the door. But even though there was an undercurrent of fear in her scent at that moment, the spice of her arousal had thickened to an even greater degree.

Colin pumped his finger in and out of her cunt and gave her a wicked smile. “It excites you, the possibility that we will be caught doing this.”

She only whimpered in response. What was wrong with her, that something so perverse and dangerous should excite her? But she could not deny that it did, most ardently. That thrill, combined with the movements of Colin's clever fingers on and in her, were rushing her towards a shining precipice of ecstasy, and then suddenly, something burst inside her and she soared over that peak, clutching tight to Colin as she fell through the air as though weightless. She had no idea if she made any sound, because Colin’s mouth was on hers again, his tongue undulating like the waves in her cunt.

Her climax was intoxicating to him. He wanted to drink up her pleasure, swallow every wanton cry she made into his own throat to relish, let her scent seep in and saturate every cell of his body so it would become a part of him. Her hands still moved against him, one rubbing his knot while the other tugged on his shaft, the rhythm faltering and jerky now, but the touch still heated, and before he could warn her, his own climax ripped into him. He moaned into her mouth as his seed barreled up his cock and shot from its tip, covering his human’s sweet little hands in its creamy whiteness.

They slumped against each other, panting for a few moments while they recovered. Colin huffed out a short laughing sort of breath. “This was not my intention in getting you alone, I assure you,” he told her.

She smiled. “I would not blame you if it was, for it was most agreeable.” Then she flushed, suddenly conscious of how improper this all had been, especially for her. “You do not think less of me when I say I enjoyed it, do you?”

“Of course not! I am delighted to know that my mate enjoys my touch.” He stroked his wet fingers over the inside of her thigh, making her shiver, then withdrew his hand. “I am already desirous of giving you even more of it. But we have been away too long as it is. Your parents will notice you are gone.”

They quickly cleaned up as best they could, then Colin sent Susannah out ahead of them, to not arouse suspicion by returning together. He did not tell her that it was only her parents’ suspicion they could avoid, because every werewolf out there would smell what they had done together. He did not want to embarrass her with that knowledge.

When he returned to the drawing room by himself, a couple minutes after Susannah, she was speaking to her parents as if nothing had happened, and did not even look at him. But his packmates shot him secret smirks thanks to the story that his scent, and hers, clearly told them. He didn't mind it. He was proud to have Susannah's scent clinging to him, and his on her, telling everyone that she was claimed, that she was his mate.

Or, at least, very nearly so. Mount her, knot her, bite her. Then she would fully be his. At last.

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Part 5 of Colin and Susannah | Master post

Male werewolf x female human | Regency era | SFW but suggestive | mutual pining

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When Colin asked to see Miss Oakden’s paintings, he did genuinely wish to see them, but primarily his motivation was to allow them to leave the drawing room together, where her mother currently sat with them, so that he could be alone with his mate and propose to her.

So it was with great dismay that Miss Oakden only led him to the other side of the room they were already in, to where a portfolio was laid out upon a high table. His tail drooped. This would not do at all!

But he smothered his disappointment and tried to focus on her paintings. They were quite good, which was of no surprise to him—his Susannah would of course be accomplished at anything she did. He voiced his appreciation of her work and was rewarded with several of her pretty smiles.

And, at least he got to enjoy standing so close to her. This was the first occasion he'd been with her in his wolf form, and his keener senses made her scent more potent than ever before. His pleasure at smelling his mate’s unique scent was increased by the trace of arousal that still mingled amongst it, faint but lush, like a thin but decadent layer of cream that clung to one's tongue. Was his mere presence next to her enough to excite her? Oh! how he needed to make her his!

When Susannah showed Colin one of her paintings that was framed, hanging on the wall, it gave him another idea of how he might get her alone. “Surely there are others displayed in other rooms as well,” he said. “You promised to show me your entire collection.”

A smile curled her lips again. “I can show you a few others that are elsewhere.”

Yet in a positively tragic turn of events, Susannah’s mother accompanied them out of the room. Colin’s tail didn't droop this time, it twitched in frustration. All he needed was three minutes alone with his mate, perhaps even just one, and yet he could not manage it!

The visit ended with no proposal having been made.

He was disappointed, but he wasn’t of a temper to dwell in melancholy. His natural confidence quickly lifted his spirits; there still remained several weeks before Susannah left for the London season, and he felt sure he could find an opportunity of getting her alone long enough to secure her agreement to marry him.

The remainder of that week was taken up with pack squabbles and estate business, so his proposal had to wait. The following week, when he went to call at Susannah’s home, he learned that she was confined to bed with a cold. His entire body tensed at the news that his mate was unwell, and it was an effort to restrain himself from leaping up the stairs to dash directly into her bedroom. He wanted to bring her food and feed it to her from his own muzzle, wrap his furry body around her for warmth, and lick her skin to soothe and clean her. She was his mate, and it was his right to protect and care for her! But by human ideas, he was nothing to her, and could not even see her, let alone touch her.

He spent the next few nights pacing under her window in his wolf form, constantly sniffing the air to see if the scent of illness was no longer seeping from her bedroom. His mate instincts screamed at him the entire time, making his limbs burn with the urge to go to her, and driving him mad with worry and frustration at his helplessness. During the day, he was forced to stay away, and spent his time prowling about his estate aimlessly, snapping and snarling at any packmate who attempted to appease him.

He knew he was being unreasonable—he’d been assured by Susannah's mother and by the physician, whom he had gone to see as soon as he left the Oakdens’ home that first day, that her illness was a trifling one. But he could not help it. If he could see her just once with his own eyes—and better yet, lick and smell her directly—then he could be easy, but without the assurance of his own senses, he could not rest.

His frustration would have been even greater if he had known that his mate was longing for him, too, whilst she was confined to bed. How Susannah yearned for his comfort! Somehow she knew he could provide it to her better than anyone. That handsome fur of his would surely be warming against her—even his smile would warm her, she thought. But she did not voice these feelings to anyone, knowing it would be improper for him to visit her, and scolding herself for being so silly to even imagine it.

Fortunately for both of them, her illness was over in only three or four days. Colin rejoiced when he learned that she was well, and could barely contain his excitement to see her again and finally propose.

Yet still more obstacles appeared in his way. Christmas festivities threw them together fairly often, but the events were always too busy for him to get her alone. He had to content himself with staring at her beauty from across the room, waiting for those fleeting but cherished moments when she’d turn her head and stare back, and hoping that he was not imagining the want he saw reflected in her eyes. Occasionally he could get close enough to speak a few words to her, but never for long, and never in private.

He wanted to grab her by the waist and steal her away from everyone else, to some dark, quiet spot where he could confess his love to her through word and then demonstrate it through touch, chasing away the quiet with the sounds of their clandestine love-making.

He grew so desperate that he even considered proposing by letter, but no self-respecting werewolf would do something so impersonal. He wished to propose in person, preferably in his wolf form, to hear whether her heart sped up in happiness when he asked her, to smell whether her scent shifted into one of contentment or excitement, to see her delighted smile with his own eyes.

But before he knew it, weeks had sped by—until one day in early January, the Oakdens were gone, off to London for the season, while Colin was left behind without a proposal having ever been made.

He regretted calling Susannah a butterfly once, for she had flown away from him, despite his every attempt to catch her. Who knew when she might flutter back to him.

He drew out a long silk glove from his pocket and held it to his snout, closing his eyes and dragging in a long breath through his nostrils. He had previously stolen this glove when he and Susannah had been at a ball together, and was not proud of doing so, but could not regret it, because it allowed him to have her sweet scent still with him.

This scrap of scent was all he might have of his mate for some weeks. Perhaps even months.

Oh God, please let it not be months, he thought.

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End of part 5 of Colin and Susannah

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Colin and Susannah fic master post

A sweet and spicy Regency era monster romance

Male werewolf x female human

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Part 4 of Colin and Susannah | Next chapter | Master post

Male werewolf x female human | Regency era | NSFW: oral (m receiving), biting (vague)

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His wolf form was magnificent.

That was the best way Susannah could think to describe it. She could not say for certain whether Mr. Barrington was more handsome in his wolf form—both versions of him were exceedingly so—but there was a kind of power that radiated off him like this. Every line of his wolf-like body seemed primed for action, and yet there was an effortless grace to the way he held himself as well, which gave him an air of being more comfortable than she had ever seen him before.

He was taller than as his human self, and a bit more slender, as if his whole body had been pulled by a string upward and stretched out. His clothing fit him more snugly, although it could not possibly have been the same pieces he wore in his other form—these trousers had a hole in the back for his tail, for one thing. Susannah could make out the shifting of his firm muscles under the fabric of his coat simply from the way his arm moved to reach for the plate of cake she handed him. It was strangely alluring, making her blood warm in a way similar to when they had danced together.

He declined the cup of tea Susannah’s mother offered. “I cannot drink from a teacup when I am like this,” he explained.

“Oh!” her mother said, startled and embarrassed, and unsure what else to say, but her daughter's eyes lit up with curiosity. 

“How do you drink in this form?” Susannah asked him.

“The same way a dog does.” He was not ashamed to tell her this. While some humans might look down on werewolves for this “uncivilized” behavior, he knew Miss Oakden would not.

And indeed, her expression remained open and friendly. “Ah, of course! But I think that means that you could actually drink from this teacup.”

He let out a throaty chuckle. Susannah found she rather liked the rougher timbre to his voice in this form. “I could, but it would make a terrible mess. My tongue is far too big for such a little thing. I should splash tea everywhere.” 

The edge of said tongue darted out then, just barely skating over the edge of his muzzle, but Susannah's eyes fixed upon it. She felt a pleasant pulse of warmth low in her belly. It was a sensation she was familiar with, but usually only felt at night in her bed, when her mind and then hands would wander in the secret darkness. She ought to feel mortified to feel the decadent sensation now, yet the excitement of feeling it in the light of day, while in the company of other people, only intensified its pull. 

She sipped at her tea to try to cover the flush on her cheeks while her mind started to wander off onto dark paths beyond her control. What might Mr. Barrrington’s tongue feel like on her skin? Or touching her own? The idea made goosebumps rise on her skin. Could he kiss her when he was like this, or did that only work when he was in his human form? She looked at his mouth again, trying to determine how a werewolf and human might kiss each other. His muzzle was slightly open, affording her a view of the sharp tips of his teeth, and even that was enticing to her. She was struck with the strangest longing to have him bite her, and her belly rolled and quivered as her mind conjured up a picture of the act.

Colin's eyes sharpened and darted to Miss Oakden's neck. Could he really be smelling her arousal right now? It was very faint, but it was not a scent he could ever miss, because it was perhaps the best thing he had ever scented, save for the smell of their matehood. However, it was a most inopportune time to be smelling it, considering that her mother was in the room with them. He shifted in his seat to try to disguise what it was already doing to his cock.

But he could not stop his mind from inventing outlandish scenarios of what he could do if her mother was not in the room. He might ask Susannah what she was thinking of, and hope she would tell him that her own thoughts were as scandalous as his were becoming. His cock would grow even harder as she described her fantasy to him, and he would rise from his chair to approach where she sat upon the sofa. She would stare up at him through her eyelashes, and he would stroke a clawed hand over her cheek to cup her jaw while his other hand worked at his buttons.

His cock would spring free from his trousers, the tip already wet with his desire, and he'd make it wetter still when he eased it between her pretty lips. She'd struggle to open wide enough to take him, but he’d patiently work himself farther and farther inside the wet heat of her sweet mouth. How lovely she would look with her lips stretched to their limits around his meaty girth! He'd push in until his fat knot kissed her lips, making her gag so beautifully for him, and he'd stroke her hair and praise her for being such a good mate, pleasing her alpha so perfectly.

“Might you be there as well?”

Colin blinked his eyes rapidly. Mrs. Oakden, Susannah's mother, was speaking to him, and he had not heard a single word while he fantasized.

He coughed. “I beg your pardon?” he asked.

“Will you be in town for the season as well?” she repeated.

“Oh, ah, I cannot be certain.” He shifted his gaze to Susannah's eyes. “I hope to be. I would like that very much.”

“You enjoy the city, then?” her mother asked.

He despised the city, like most of his kind. In a city, how was he supposed to run naked on a full moon or slaughter a deer when he needed a vent for his frustration? But, for his mate, he would go anywhere, endure anything. He kept his gaze fixed upon Susannah. “I enjoy it quite a bit, when I have a particular inducement to be there.”

Susannah smiled at him. “I hope we will meet with you there, then.”

If she and her family were to be there for the entire season, he would have to ensure that they did meet. Because he would go quite mad without his mate for several months.

In fact, he thought perhaps he ought to propose before Susannah left. He wasn't completely certain whether her affection for him was great enough, yet, but it seemed impossible that she still could not feel the connection between them, and he was tired of being cautious. He wished to be bold.

All he needed was a way to get her alone for a few minutes. “Miss Oakden, I believe you had some paintings you wished to show me, did you not?” he prompted.

“That was your wish, not mine,” she said with a smile, “but yes, we may go look at them.”

He grinned as broadly as a rambunctious pup, and his tail sent itself wagging wildly. He was about to become engaged to his mate!

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