Wolf Like Me

Fatin POV

Once they got used to normal life there were things that occasionally popped up.

Leah’s heat would be complicated this year. Her last heat she had taken medication to postpone, not wanting to go through that whilst they were still so busy with Kenneth and needed to be near him.

However, her next occurred when he was one and she couldn’t put it off again. Delaying heats with medication brought its own complications forward; Leah had been dealing for a year with the ebbing depression and bouts of mood swings caused by the last heat she avoided. 

“I don’t want to leave him,” Leah said as Fatin drove to the cabin they had rented. 

“He’s safe with your dad.” Fatin tightened her hands around the wheel. She knew that over the past few months, her wife’s mood had been all over the place. 

This getaway wasn’t a choice. It was needed for her health and their mental stability. 

“My dad used to take me to metal concerts held in his friend’s garage when I was like eight years old!” Leah debated.

“Why did I never get invited?” she scoffed. 

“Because your mother had sense.” Leah chewed on her sleeve. “What if he takes Kenneth to a rock concert in a garage Fatin?”

“Firstly, you were eight, he is one. Your father wouldn’t take him. Secondly, how were you okay with that? You hate loud sounds.”

“Dad listened to so much metal and rock growing up that I enjoyed it,” Leah said. 

“See, he wouldn’t put anyone in harm’s way. Had you not enjoyed it he would have walked you right back out.”

“Still,” Leah said. 

“Honey, he’s safe. They have breast milk in the fridge and freezer, and notes on everything that could arise. They have our numbers, and we are only a two-hour drive from your parents’ house should anything occur. He’s safe, he’s loved. My parents and your parents will be over the moon for the extra time with him. You know how clingy they get.”

They did. Kenneth was utterly spoiled by both sets of grandparents. Fatin was sure he was in better hands with them than his parents because they were so good with him. They had all raised children of their own whilst Fatin and Leah were learning each step as they went with the help of Google and a new mums’ group where everyone panicked over everything. 

“He’s safe,” Leah repeated, nodding as if to convince herself. 

The longest they had been away from him was a day here or there when they needed a break. Raising a child meant they had little alone time so occasionally Leah’s parents would take him giving them a date night together. 

However, their sex life had certainly been… slower since the baby. Partially because they were both so drained but also because Leah had taken meds to delay her heat which messed with her libido. She was all over the place emotionally, but the doctors had said her next heat would resolve those fluctuations. 

That didn’t mean Fatin was loving the idea of Leah’s heat. Their first still hung in her mind. Her wife was in excruciating pain and almost died. They knew this one wouldn’t be like that. They were together and Fatin wouldn’t leave her side through it. They now knew the warning signs and felt prepared. 

Yet that didn’t mean that their last heat wouldn’t be repeated. No, Leah may require the bite again. And that scared them both. Balancing one kid was hard and yes both wanted another, but they needed a break. Ideally a year or two between having the next. 

Fatin sighed and drove, taking Leah’s hand in her own. 

...

When they arrived, she checked her phone. 

Toni: Is it normal for their shit to look like this? *Image attached*

Toni and Shelby had recently had their own baby and were floundering just as they did. They seemed to be doing better than Leah and Fatin though, having learnt a lot from babysitting Kenneth before Delilah was born. 

Fatin: As far as it goes, I’ve seen worse. That’s a solid 4/10. Totes normal.

Toni: Christ.

Fatin: Don’t let your wife hear your blasphemy, she’ll put you on poop duty for a month.

Toni: Tell her and die. So this is okay? I don’t need to contact her doctor?

Fatin: That is unfortunately very normal. Good luck with the clean-up bitch.

Toni: I’m opening all the windows nothing is helping

Fatin: Hahahahahaha suffer.

“What are you smiling at?” Leah asked as she wandered into the room in one of Fatin’s t-shirts.

She felt her eyes trailing over her bare legs and swallowed. Whenever Leah came into her heat Fatin came into her rutt shortly after. The first time she had been so overwhelmed by protective instincts due to Leah’s pain that she didn’t experience much else. But now? 

Now Fatin could barely contain the urge to bend her over the sofa as Leah’s scent filled the air. 

“Toni,” Fatin explained, pulling Leah forward to straddle her lap. “You’re close, aren’t you?” 

They booked the cabin for two weeks. Likely it would be needed for four or five days but Fatin was erring on the side of caution. They could head home early if they wished, but it would be hard to leave if Leah’s heat state and her rutt state were extended. 

“I think it’s gonna hit today,” Leah said, nuzzling into her neck. “Keep it in your pants for a few hours,” she warned. “The last thing I need is to be any sorer than I’m going to be after this.”

“I brought bath relaxants and balms.” 

“Honey,” Leah said. “Last time you fucked me so much I could barely walk for days without feeling you. I don’t think balms will solve that.”

Fatin licked her lips at the memory, her fangs dropping as Leah’s pre-heat scent wrapped around her.

“Nope, behave,” Leah chided, climbing off her lap and lobbing a pillow at her. 

Squeezing her thighs together she let out a groan. “Baby.” 

“Nope.” 

...

The hours passed so slowly that Fatin ended up getting off in the shower three times. When she emerged Leah’s nose creased, and she peered up at her. Her cheeks flushed and her lips parted. 

“Did you… um…”

“Yes, obvi.” Masturbation was the only thing working to sate the urge to take Leah already.

Leah swallowed and peered down at her book. However, she failed to pay attention to another word over the next hour. 

It started with Leah getting fidgety. Last time Fatin had been at work, so she had missed the signs of a lead-up. Yet now Leah crossed and uncrossed her legs, she shifted her shoulders and twisted her body, failing to get comfortable in her seat. 

Then half an hour later her hand was fanning her face. 

Fatin waited patiently, bringing her water and ice packs to help cool her off. 

An hour after the heat struck, Leah grabbed her hand and towed her into the bedroom. Fatin grunted in surprise when Leah shoved her up against the door and kissed her. 

“There she is,” Fatin taunted. “Fuck you smell good.”

A moan left Leah as Fatin switched their places and lifted her against the door, her legs wrapped around Fatin’s back, holding her in place. 

“Please tell me you brought the strap?”

“Obviously,” Fatin said. “Why? Do you want me in you already?”

Leah nodded, grasping at Fatin’s back with blunt nails as she kissed her neck. 

She swung around, placing her on the bed. 

Having no patience, Leah began to strip. Then again Fatin realised it was likely also panic; Leah didn’t want a repeat of last time. She was scared of that pain arising again. 

She climbed into the harness as quickly as she could. “I’ll take care of you.”

“Don’t leave,” Leah sobbed. 

“Honey, I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

She reached for one of the bottles on the side, covering the toy in a pheromone-scented lubricant that would ease both of their desire. However, it seemed to do little as Leah reached out for her again. 

“I said I’ve got you,” Fatin promised. She lifted her leg and pushed into her with one deep stroke.

“Oh my god,” Leah moaned. “You feel so good.”

Her shoulders straightened as pride washed over her. Fatin opted for slow thrusts whilst Leah got accustomed to their new toy. 

Leah’s first orgasm came before she could even brush her clit. Her eyes rolled back, and she shook as Fatin continued her leisurely thrusts. “That’s it, take as many as you need baby.”

A whimper left Leah as she continued. She was sensitive but craving more. Orgasms were needed to reduce her heat and cravings, but it meant pushing through overstimulation. 

“You’re doing good. Give me another.” 

“Fatin-”

“Leah, be good and come around the toy for me again.” 

“I can’t.” 

“You can. Calm for me and give me one more.”

Her eyes squeezed shut as she focused on the sensations. Fatin loved her wife like this, completely lost to bliss to the point of being unable to form words. Her mouth parted with a cry as she came. 

Fatin was close too but for now, Leah was her primary concern. Reducing her heat was the first task then she could tend to the prominent ache between her legs. 

She tied her hair back in a ponytail and dropped her face between her thighs. 

Leah tried to push her away at first, still overstimulated from the last ones. 

Trying to ease her, Fatin let her tongue explore her labia instead of her clit. Dipping inside of Leah, she let her body calm from its last climax. 

Soon enough Leah was gripping her hair and tugging her higher. She latched her lips around her swollen flesh and sucked as she pushed three fingers into her. Licked faster as she added a fourth. Told her how well she was doing as her thumb slipped into her too. 

“Holy shit Fatin,” Leah sobbed as she came, her walls clamping around her hand. 

Once she settled Fatin moved to the suitcase, grabbing the other toy she brought with them. It was larger with a bulbed head to replicate mating. If Leah’s reaction was anything to go by, she wanted to try it. 

“We don’t have to use it, but it might-”

“Please get back into bed and fuck me,” Leah whined. 

With a nod, Fatin changed out the toys in the strap and lined it up. “You need to relax if we’re trying this.”

Her throat bobbed as she relaxed, letting the stress fall from her limbs as Fatin pressed forward. 

Leah winced, shaking her head as Fatin stilled her hips. 

Okay, a mating strap may have been a step too far. 

She moved her fingers to her clit, circling again. They had been taught in sexual health that an omega was at their most relaxed the moment before climax. “Just focus on coming for me. You know how much I love watching you come.”

She relaxed into her touch, Leah’s hips arching to the rhythm of her strokes. Her hair was messy, her body covered in a light sheen of sweat from her heat as Fatin readied her. 

Just as Leah was starting to get into it, she pushed forward again. “Breathe, there you go. I’ve got you.”

Leah bit her lip as she adjusted to the toy, her breath stilling as Fatin finally breached her with the head of it. After that it was overwhelming bliss that Fatin felt through their connection, a state of euphoria as Fatin pushed in as deep as the toy would allow. 

A guttural cry left Leah and she pulled Fatin down to kiss her, her hand dropping to circle Fatin’s clit as she pushed them over the edge together. 

However, like before things didn’t go as they should. 

Leah wasn’t cooling. Her body was hot to the touch as she started to fade away before her. 

“Shit. Fatin I need you to bite-”

She didn’t wait. Not like before. Fatin sank her fangs into Leah and groaned through the bliss as they came together again. 

Because Leah’s body knew she was being mated, she gripped Fatin closer and kept the toy pressed deep within her. 

Fuck. 

Fatin was on a tablet that would lower (temporarily) the effect of her ability to breed. It didn’t make biting Leah safe though. It was 60% effective which were truly shit odds. 

Leah cooled as soon as her orgasm ebbed away. 

“Fuck,” Leah echoed her sentiment. 

They could feel one another’s worry through the bond. Both had known this was a possibility. Whilst it rarely happened twice there were occasions with longer mated couples where the first two heats called for bites. 

Instead of letting her mate dwell on it, Fatin began to arch her hips with the little room offered. She couldn’t remove the toy completely, but she could shift it enough that Leah’s head dropped back in pleasure as her fingers found her clit. 

“Don’t worry, it’s fine.”

“Fatin-”

“Baby, it’s fine. You look so beautiful with the heat flushing your cheeks,” Fatin said. Her skin was a rosy shade of pink across her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. She leaned forward, peppering kisses across her face. 

“What if-“

Fatin shook her head. “We’ve been here before. We can handle what-ifs. We always do.”

“I need you again,” Leah admitted as she grew closer. 

This time Fatin pierced the other side of her neck. Really, she shouldn’t be shocked by this. Her wolf had been calling for her to bite her only a month after Kenneth was born. Her instincts had been screaming at her to do this and yet Fatin never acknowledged it. 

“Oh,” Leah whimpered. She squeezed her eyes shut as Fatin pressed as far into her as the toy would allow, her teeth latched around her neck as she came. “Fuck.”

“Cool off for a bit then once you relax and let me pull out, I’ll run a bath.”

Leah sighed, nuzzling closer. “Mhm.”

...

After the bath, Leah was still dialled up to critically horny. To the point that Fatin had to make food for her with one hand whilst her other hand was preoccupied. 

Leah ate quickly and then pulled Fatin into the bedroom again. 

Over the course of the next three days, she bit Leah more times than she could count. Her neck was bruised and even when she hesitated Leah’s wolf would call for more. 

Their wolves apparently had a damn bee in their bonnet about them adding to their family. 

“Leah you’re pregnant.”

“We don’t know that.” 

Fatin rose a brow at her. 40% odds with each bite and she had bitten her god knows how many times.

“Fine, I probably am.”

“Honey if you’re not after all of that I will actually be pissed off. The number of times I came with my fangs buried in you… you had better be.”

Leah blushed, pulling Fatin closer. “Can we just tackle that hill when it comes to it?”

“Honey the hill is already here,” Fatin rested a hand on her stomach. “We should make a doctor’s appointment; make sure they keep a watch on you for hormone changes again.”

A groan left her as Leah arched into Fatin, grinding on the toy that remained still inside her. “Can we please not worry about this until we leave this place? I want to enjoy having us for two more days before we return to the real world and the very real fact that I’m going to have to push another mini-you out of me.”

Fatin snorted. “Okay.” 

Leah’s scent changed faster with their second child. Four days after that first bite Fatin woke up with her arm around Leah, growling as her phone rang. 

“Hi Mum, yes we’ll be heading home tonight.”

Fatin heard the faint murmur of Maryann on the other end of the line and gripped Leah tighter who suddenly noted her scent. 

Leah stilled, gripping her phone tightly. “And can we have the box of my pregnancy stuff we were storing in your loft? I think I might need it again.”

As soon as Leah put the phone down, she distracted her from her worry by rolling on top of her and ducking her head between Leah’s thighs.