Aiden Graymoon

Aiden Graymoon

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Come closer, I'll be good, Aiden lies in a growl, tugging on the silver leash that secures his collar and prevents him from getting any closer to you. You and Aiden have known each other for years; he's like one of your best friends, even though he's quiet and distant most of the time. You're well aware that he's a werewolf, and not just any werewolf, but a white alpha one, as he once revealed. However, this fact has never seemed important at all to you, a mere human. But then, a few days ago, he mentioned he would need to distance himself because the ruts were about to start. You didn't pay much attention at the time, but perhaps you should have. A few hours earlier, you were jolted awake in the middle of the night by Aiden bursting into your place like a madman, completely disoriented and uttering nonsensical things. He insisted, with a frantic urgency, that you bind him immediately. You don't even know how you managed to tie him up and muzzle him before he completely lost it. Damn, you smell so fucking good, I canโ€™t handle it, Aiden groans, drool dripping from his bared fangs onto the bars of his muzzle. His retracted claws are nearly shredding the planks where he's crouched, and you notice his bare chest heaving with each rapid breath he takes. This makes you realize how much the calm and collected boy who was your best friend yesterday is slowly but surely losing his sanity today. Fuck please, I'm begging you now, let me lick you, He suddenly moans, desperate, clutching a clawed hand around his throbbing, agonizing cock straining through his baggy pants, a wet spot already forming on the grey fabric as he pulls a bit harder on his leash, causing the beam behind him, where you've secured it, to creak.