Kukunniwi Woods

“No, no, I won’t allow this! I absolutely will not allow you to marry that human!”

Rafes started in on me as soon as the others followed the rest of the family into the Founder’s Cabin, and we were alone. Layla had to finish up the assessment process with Qim. And their semi-retired parents had to pack, having already decided to visit Knud and Layla in Kansas when all was said and done.

Layla, my fiancée, Knud thought with a grin. And this time he couldn’t tell if it was his human or his wolf wagging its tail.

For the first time in his life, he’d been completely honest with a woman and she’d acted like it was nothing. Like whatever problems either of them brought to the relationship could and would be overcome with love and understanding. And the way the red anger had responded to her…. dissolving with just a thought toward her well-being. No, human drugs did not work on the red anger—but Layla? She did. The morning wasn’t nearly over yet, but it felt like a brand new day.

“Did you hear what I just said?” Rafes asked, barging in on Knud’s happy daze. “I won’t allow it.”

This again. “Listen, man, I don’t work for you anymore. You can’t tell me what to do.”

Rafes squinted and pointed a finger at him, “No, you listen to me, Knud. Whatever silly dreams Mom has for you and this woman, you can get them out of your head. Because it will not happen. It will never happen. And if you try to force it to happen, I will bring all my presidential powers to bear and make sure it doesn’t.”

Knud crooked his head at his brother, eyes flaring because, “Damn, Rafes. Black boxes and now this. Do you EVER use your presidential powers for anything besides fucking with people’s love lives?”

Rafes’ body went rigid. “That is an unfair accusation. I understand why Mom and the rest of the family think I’ve turned into the anti-Christ. But you know better, Knud. You know the enemy we’re up against.”

Yeah, he knew. And spent about a nanosecond feeling shitty about the blanket accusation. But only a nanosecond because, “This isn’t a mission you’re ordering me to scrap. And you’re not my president and commander. Not when it comes to this. Not when it comes to her. Because although I didn’t mean to have this happen…the truth is I’ve fallen in love with her.”

“Really. You’re in love with her?” Rafes repeated, his voice sugary sweet and mocking, before he yelled, “Get over it! She’s a human, and you’ve literally killed people to keep our secrets from humans. By the way, I notice you didn’t bring up your hitman past when you two were playing out that ridiculous marriage propo—”

He abruptly stopped talking mid-rant.

And Knud just as abruptly stopped listening.

Because a smell hit the air like an atomic bomb, a crude mix of sex pheromones, luteinizing hormone, and arousal blasting away their words. The scent was vulgar and nasty. Yet…very familiar.

Layla.

It was Layla.

A human…his human was in heat.

Knud’s first response was guilt, thinking it was somehow his fault. But no…it couldn’t be. He’d never shifted in the same vicinity.

But then what the hell? How was this even happening?

Spontaneous heat…

The words floated into his mind. A memory of his mother’s many fireside stories during their years in the Viking Age suddenly unlocked. And he remembered that according to the stories, not all human conversions into werewolves were due to a wolf scratching or biting a human on a full moon night. There had been a few—not many—but a few reported cases of spontaneous heat between humans and shifters.

And according to both his mother’s Inuit people and his father’s Native tribe, these human women who went into sudden heat were in fact fated mates who for whatever reason had been born without the ability to shift.

Love. Rafes had mocked him for loving her. Had told him to just get over her. But only now did Knud understand how far beyond love it went.

Layla was his fated mate. His fated mate! Which explained everything. His continued desire for her after a lifetime of losing interest as soon as the sex was cold. His wolf’s absolute conviction to be with her from day one.

And now she’d gone into spontaneous heat. Knud turned toward the cabin.

“No! Knud, No!” a voice said behind him, in the same tone Knud had heard humans use to say, “bad dog!”

His brother tackled him from behind, pinning him to the ground with his arm behind his back as they’d been trained to do with unarmed hostiles in Wolf Force.

Breathing heavily on top of him, Rafes said, “I can’t let you do this!”

“She’s my mate. And she’s in heat!” Knud yelled.

“She’s a human you’ve been fucking,” Rafes shot back. “And humans can be sedated out of heat. Grady and Tu are past heating age. They’ll handle getting her under control.”

But Knud’s brain landed on one name. Qim. Qim, the unmated billionaire, was in the same house, the same room as his mate. As HIS FATED MATE.

Argument over. Knud shifted to get out of his brother’s rear wrist lock, and then batted Rafes away with a large black paw like he was a pesky bug.

First rule of Wolf Force?

Fuck the first rule of Wolf Force. His fated mate was in heat.

His mate. His mate. His mate—not Qim’s.

Luckily, he was Viking trained. Unlike his mother and father, Knud’s human stayed in control when he shifted. So he easily shifted back to human with his loose joggers and t-shirt intact.

Back to human, but little more than an animal.

His wolf howled as he rushed toward the stairs to keep Qim from mating with Layla—

Knud stopped short when Qim, the same male he’d been so afraid of jumping his fated mate, walked out calmly guiding Jandro down the steps as if Layla’s heat smell wasn’t blaring like a tornado siren in the air. Both Qim’s parents and Knud’s followed close behind.

But how was that possible? Unlike Rafes, Qim didn’t already have a mate so Layla’s heat smell should have been driving his wolf crazy with lust.

That’s when a big “oooohhhh” hit Knud. And he suddenly understood why Grady had immediately volunteered his son to foster Jandro.

As if to confirm his suspicion, his mother sing-songed off his “what-the-what?” expression, “If you’d been in touch during the last five years, you’d have been there the Christmas Qim came out.”

But then the time for surprise reveals was over. Another wave of heat hit the air and Knud’s mind was once again consumed by savage thoughts.

His mate. In need. Right now. That was all that mattered. All he could focus on.

He found her behind the couch in the study, and his psyche nearly gave out when he saw the state of her. Naked and panting on her hands and knees. Four fingers shoved all the way in her own sex as she tried to get herself off with hot desperate tears in her eyes. Because she wasn’t a wolf and had no idea what was happening to her or how much worse trying to masturbate made the heat thrall.

“Baby,” he said when he saw her.

She looked up at him, her face streaming with tears. “Something’s wrong with me!” she gasped. “Something’s wrong. I feel like I’m dying. Like I’ll die if you don’t—”

She cut off when another heat wave racked her, seizing up her entire body with lust. “I know…I said I wasn’t…fragile,” she whimpered between clenched teeth, “But this hurts. It hurts so bad...”

That’s all it took for him to place himself behind her, plunge his pants and underwear down, and push into her unbelievably wet opening with a roughness that had nothing to do with level ten. Or level anything.

Always use protection…

The very last rule floated away like so much smoke as he caged his body over hers and began thrusting in and out. No wrapper. Just his bare cock making a declaration of the highest order. A claiming of not just body, but mind and soul. The opposite of no strings attached. She was his now.

“Oh fuck, Knud. Oh fuck!” she gasped out beneath him. All the pretty language she insisted on when he took her rough disappeared. And her tears turned to ones of relief as she begged, “Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” Her pussy clenching hard around his cock.

“I won’t,” he promised. “Not until I put a baby inside you. My baby inside you. Do you understand me? What’s happening here? This ain’t fun and games anymore because I’m fucking you until you’re pregnant. Until you’re mine in every way possible.”

“Yes, yes, please!” she agreed. So obviously out of her mind and beyond understanding what she was agreeing to.

But Knud couldn’t care that the woman beneath him didn’t understand that she’d agreed to become his mate, to let him seed her and turn her into what he was.

The wolf was in charge now. All he cared about was breeding her. All he wanted was to put his baby in her. All he ever wanted, he realized as he rocked his hips into her, was to make her his—

His thoughts cut off with a wounded yell when he released into her, his cock kicking as hot cum streamed out of him so hard it lit up his entire spine with pleasure.

This time it was Knud who took Layla over the edge with him. She cried out, her body convulsing as her pussy milked his dick for more. So perfect…so good. Knud understood in that moment why wolves mated for life. Why they never wanted anyone else after feeling this kind of pleasure inside a she-wolf meant to be theirs.

And then he knotted inside her.

He knew what was going on. He’d grown up a prince in Wolf Springs, the very well-off Colorado kingdom town. And unlike some states, his feminist mother had insisted on a complete A to Z sex ed for both girls and boys, starting at age twelve.

So Knud knew the situation when he suddenly swelled at the base of his cock while still inside her.

But Layla murmured, “What is that…what is…?” her voice frightened in a way he’d never heard.

“It’s alright, baby,” he assured her, “But it’s going to—”

Her scream interrupted him. Not one of pain, but of extreme pleasure. The stimulation caused by the knotting had a special place in both the official and whispered canons. Nature’s way of locking a male and female together so the male wolf wouldn’t pull out until his cock was well and truly emptied. The swelling reportedly lit up several erogenous zones within a she-wolf’s vagina causing her to have multiple orgasms in the aftermath of the first.

Which was all well and good for a she-wolf. But for a human who had no idea what was happening, it could very well be something else altogether. “Oh God…oh God…!” she screamed, her fingernails scraping the floor as she tried to both bear down on and get away from his knot.

She didn’t understand, he thought with no small amount of sympathy. She didn’t know she couldn’t escape what was happening. That what was causing the multiple orgasms had also physically connected him to her so it would be impossible for them to separate until he unknotted, a process that took anywhere from fifteen minutes to an hour later.

“It’s okay, baby,” he said, reaching down to rub her back. And this must be love because at the moment, he was more concerned about her than he was focused on his second release which came streaming out of him with the unceasing tug of her pussy. “Just get through it. It will be over soon.”

But she couldn’t hear him over the overwhelming sensations she was experiencing. And she screamed again, this time bucking so hard, Knud had to lower his body over her and hold her down for fear she might hurt herself.

“It’s okay,” he soothed, wishing for her sake he would unknot sooner than later, and hating how confused she must be.

But then the point became moot because nature took over, protecting her mind and body before it was completely depleted by the back-to-back orgasms. And she passed out beneath him, collapsing over her knees.

Ironically, it didn’t take long for him to unknot and fall out of her after she passed out—only about fifteen minutes or so. And the male wolf’s basic instinct for aftercare soon kicked in as he climbed to his feet beside her still prone body.

She was his now, he thought as he grabbed a throw from the couch, and gently wrapped her up in it.

But then right as he was about to pick her up, he stopped. Sniffed. Then sniffed again, because he couldn’t believe what his nose was telling him.

The HCG hormone. The one he’d smelled only a rare once or twice on human women who were at the club, but had no idea they were in the earliest stages of a most likely unintended pregnancy. This far into the twenty-first century, very few humans still continued to get pregnant unexpectedly.

But his Layla was no longer fully human. Here was the proof strong and clear, because she had been bred by her wolf after just one session of unprotected heat sex. One and done, as his Uncle Mag had once crowed, when bragging about how he’d instantly put a baby in his mate, Knud’s Aunt Janelle.

Knud picked Layla up inside the throw with a tenderness he wouldn’t have suspected himself capable of even a few hours ago. And not bothering to cover his own nakedness, he walked out of the study with her. Only wanting to get the mother of his future pup into a warm bed. As he walked toward the stairs with her, he nuzzled her hair, marveling at the work her body was already doing to grow his son or daughter. Knud hoped for a daughter. A perfect replica of her with a personality to match.

He imagined them all in the house he would buy as soon as he got his residency placement. Maybe before. He knew Wichita Children’s Hospital was desperate for doctors who knew AI. Desperate enough to maybe let him set his own hours if he agreed to do his fellowship there. Then he could have breakfast with his family and make it home on time to have dinner with them, too.

Plans on top of plans unspooled as he ferried her up the cabin’s main set of stairs. He was ready. So ready to start this new life with her.

Stupid, stupid wolf…