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Enid had had enough.
Enough doctors who didn’t know shit about their patients. Enough of colleagues who did squat all and spent their whole shift on their phone, ignoring call bells and patient screams for help. She’d had enough of donning and doffing for a lifetime. And she’d definitely had enough of that C U Next Tuesday of a unit clerk who always seemed to have a thorn in her side or a stick up her ass about absolutely every tiny thing. There was always a problem. Enid had been dealing with her passive aggressive jabs about them all day. Heck, even the patients asking for their umpteeth glass of water got on her nerves as the clock got closer and closer to 3:15.
All she wanted to do was get home, strip herself of her pink scrubs, take a nice hot bath and kiss her beautiful wife.
So, when 3:15 hit, she was out of her ward like a woman possessed. Truthfully, she was always a woman possessed. Being a werewolf and the wife of an Addams had its effects.
Her mood wasn’t made any better by the unending traffic on her way home. People were idiots. And today was not the day to cut her off. She gave the asshole in the white truck with the fake ballsacks on his trailer hitch the horn and the middle finger. He deserved it just for having the epitome of toxic masculinity hanging for all to see.
Then, when the fifth traffic light turned red on her, her talons ground into the leather of her Volkswagen Beetle and a growl roiled in her chest.
Fuck OFF. The whole world could Fuck. Right. Off.
Finally, after the day that had tested her ability to keep her wolf at bay, the blonde with pink and blue highlights shoved her key into the lock of their downtown Newark apartment.
Finally. Home.
Something delicious was cooking in a slow cooker as she crossed through the kitchen and down the hall. She stripped as she walked, rounding on her wife’s office door from behind which sounded the furious clack of a typewriter. The clang soothed the hackles of rage which still bristled under her skin and a small smile crept into the corners of her mouth.
Enid quietly opened the door.
Her wife sat ramrod straight in her chair, dark bangs curled about her cheeks and forehead which was pressed into a frown of concentration. Long braids cascaded down her chest to her hips, their length having almost doubled since the wolf first met her in sophomore year at Nevermore.
She leaned in the doorway watching, feeling her heart rate slow and her wolf’s hackles lower.
“Querida,” the brunette intoned, her typing uninterrupted.
“Hi,” the blonde responded.
“You had a bad day,” Wednesday stated flatly as if reciting the day’s weather report.
“Um, yeah…it was terrible. But wait…how did you know?”
“You slammed the door when you came in. Threw your lunch kit on the floor. Growled all the way down the hall. You are now standing semi-nude in my office doorway watching me work with your canines out. These are all evidence you have had a bad day and are seeking some form of regulation.”
“I forget sometimes what it’s like to be married to a private investigator,” the wolf sighed, playing with the band of her pride boxers. “Nothing gets past you.”
“Correct.”
Wednesday stopped typing and looked at her. It was a simple look, really. Nothing special. Something her wife often did. But it turned her insides to putty and sent a throbbing coil of heat straight to her…Fuck.
Wednesday had already returned to her writing. But Enid was caught. A wolf in a trap. Trapped in that look.
She bit her lip. Her hand twitched on the waistband of boxers. Enid needed that bath more than ever, preferably cold…Her eyes strayed to the slow pulsing of lifeblood beneath the pale skin of Wednesday’s neck, the slope of her breasts beneath the black crocheted sweater from Grandmama Frump, the incredible ass that…
“Enid?”
“Mmm?” the wolf responded distractedly.
“You’re still standing in my doorway.”
“Mhmm,” Enid replied, walking up behind Wednesday and massaging her shoulders. Enid could feel her wife’s muscles begin to relax under her touch. She bent over and whispered in her ear, “I’m about to hop in the bath, care to join me?” She purred, low and deliberate, pecking kisses behind her ear and down her neck.
Wednesday closed her eyes, tilting her head unconsciously, giving her wolf more space to play. “I had one right before you came home.”
Enid growled with disappointment.
“Besides, I must finish this chapter before dinner. Go on, you smell.” She smirked as Enid’s fangs dragged along her pulse point, threatening to bite.
Enid huffed, hot against the seer’s neck before following it with a fanged peck. “Fine.”
The Addams released a shaky exhale as her wolf stalked away, shimmying out of her boxers which she threw back behind her, landing on the corner of Wednesday’s writing desk.
The raven shook her head, cursing the ghost of touch that lingered in the muscles of her shoulders and the goosebumps on her neck. Damn that wolf.
The Addams huffed herself, blowing her bangs from her eyes as she stared at the half finished sentence from her latest Viper de la Muerte novel. The truth was she’d been struggling with the chapter all day. The words weren’t flowing and the next plot point was eluding her like her mother’s parry in their most recent el duelo-a-ciegas.
She wasn’t sure how long she stared at the page before she heard it, faint at first, a whimper followed by a drawn out moan and the splashing of water in their bathtub.
Heat rose between the seer’s thighs and she quickly squeezed them together in the hopes of extinguishing it.
Mierda Enid.
Her wolf never did anything quietly.
Another moan and a high pitched whine of “Wens!” followed.
The seer shifted in her chair, muttering under her breath as the memory of Enid’s lips on her neck and hands on her shoulders erased whatever weak plot point she’d had circling her brain, the blood having vacated her head entirely to pursue the pulsing in her core.
“Oh my…oh my…moon!”
Like a moth to flame, the Addams’s resolve succumbed to the call of her wolf. She stood and marched down the hall, throwing open their bathroom door to reveal her wife, one hand gripping the side of their clawfoot tub, the other submerged between her legs. Ocean eyes shot open as the door hit the doorstop with a loud smack and the flush on her wife’s cheeks deepened.
“Mmmm, Wens…” she purred as Wednesday’s eyes shot to the action beneath the water. “I just needed—”
“Enid, out.”
The wolf stopped her ministrations, a curious bend to her brow. As if she knew. As if she’d planned this.
“Now.”
Enid grinned as she pulled herself from the bath, skin rippling with goosebumps from the shedding bathwater and her wife’s piercing, hungry stare.
“Come.”
Wednesday spun on her heel and headed for the bedroom. Enid tumbled in shortly thereafter, towel around her hair and an eager grin spread across her face.
“What’s up, Wens?” she asked, innocently, as if she hadn’t just been touching herself to the thought of her wife in the bathtub.
Wednesday’s lips narrowed into a thin line.
“On the bed, on your back.”
Enid flung away the towel and plopped herself onto the black duvet, complying with her wife’s demands like a dog waiting for its next command.
Wednesday crossed to their bedside table and opened the wooden box that held their toys. She removed a satin tie.
“Hands above your head,” Wednesday instructed as she straddled her wolf’s hips and bent to bind the wolf’s wrists together, revelling in the increased rise and fall of Enid’s chest.
“You distracted me from my writing and now you will pay the price,” the raven breathed into her wife’s ear before placing a trail of kisses down her neck and pausing to ghost her breath against the taunt nub of Enid’s nipple. The wolf whimpered but remained still.
“Good girl,” Wednesday smirked.
She threw her sweater above her head and slid down the fluttering torso of her wolf, eyes pinned to Enid’s blown blue ones. She grasped the wolf’s breasts in both hands, rolling them gently beneath her palms.
The blonde’s canines were fully extended now, the wolf within snapping at its human cage to break free of the bindings and have its way with her wife.
Carefully peppering kisses in her wake, Wednesday descended. The blonde’s body twitched with anticipation as her raven hit all the right places. Cool hands and nimble fingers traced idle patterns across her skin, her lips and tongue dragging wet lines of fire…
Enid closed her eyes as her wife cared for her, she revelled in everything she received, the stress of the day seeping away with the firm touch and plush lips.
Then, a warm mouth closed against her and flicked.
Fuck.
Wednesday’s tongue was sharp in more ways than one. And while it usually made Enid’s eyes roll with exasperation, this time they rolled with euphoria. A red, hot sensation shot down her spine straight to her core.
Her hips bucked to chase it more, but Wednesday gripped her and pulled away. The loss of stimulation made the wolf cry out and open her eyes in anguish.
“Mon loup,” Wednesday said sternly, dark eyes ablaze with desire, “You will let me consume you until I am satisfied that your bad day is forgotten.”
The wolf bit her lip to hold back a retort. She wanted to say something about how her threats of punishment from earlier were empty, how soft Wednesday was for her. Instead, all that came out was a shaky breath as the mind-numbing pressure on her core returned. One thing Enid knew if nothing else, her wife could make any problem in the world disappear. And she always did it in just the right way.
Plush lips slipped effortlessly against swollen folds as Wednesday caressed and teased her. Slow and deliberate.
In. Out. In. Out. Flick. Flick.
“Shit, Wens, that feels — fuck,” Enid cursed, eyes closed, heart hammering. “I fucking love you.”
A minuscule smirk surfaced, her assault on her wife’s folds continuing with its unhurried strokes. Blown pupils bore down on Wednesday as Enid watched, tied hands still above her head.
There was something tantalizing about submitting such a powerful, strong creature like this and doing so with quite little effort. She knew it was only a matter of time, however, until the beast won out and Wednesday would be taking all the strength and desire her werewolf wife had to give.
The anticipation kept her pace languid, her strokes light and her hands taught against Enid’s hips. She revelled in the sensations, soaking in the gifts of her wife’s body: her shallow breathing, her trembling legs, her hardening nub, her warm slick that coated her mouth and chin. Enid tasted sublime. Enid smelled divine. Enid was divine.
Enid moaned her wife’s name as the seer sucked her and flicked again, massaging her with her usual precision and calculated efficiency. Her day, the unit clerk, the asshole in the truck, they all no longer mattered. All that mattered was coming on the pale face framed between her legs.
Enid’s core began to tense as she felt the wave build, Wednesday’s assault becoming firmer, faster, harder.
Flick, flick. Suck. Flick. Flick. Flick.
“Goddess, Wens, I’m—“
Her wife was almost there. Wednesday could feel how her muscles twitched, how her slick started to gush in heavier amounts, how her breath came in more rapid pants. It amused the raven, how quickly her paramour could come apart for her.
She added a finger, teasing shallowly at Enid’s entrance as she focused her tongue on the wolf’s clit.
Enid groaned and the still restrained hands, so far forgotten, found purchase against Wednesday’s head. The Addams let it happen; strong, taloned fingers dug with desperation into her scalp as Enid ground vigorously against Wednesday’s face and the raven’s finger was swallowed by her pussy.
Blue met obsidian and unrestrained passion sizzled between the pair of lovers as they chased Enid’s climax.
A thrust. A curl. And four more carefully placed swipes was all it took before the wolf screamed Wednesday’s name and shuddered under the heat of her mouth. Arousal gushed against Wednesday’s tongue. She licked her wife clean, the grip on her head loosened and their eyes met.
Enid’s pupils were burst wide and she emitted a primal, guttural growl, canines fully extended from her gaping mouth. It sent a bolt of electricity down the Addams spine.
The wolf within had been unleashed.
Excellent.
Breaking free of the silk bindings, Enid tugged her into an unruly kiss, canines pulling gently on her raven's lip.
“Pants off,” the blonde husked, her wolf snarling within with the intrinsic urge to return her mate’s affections and then some. “Now.”
Wednesday wasted no time complying, an action which Enid silently admired from her non-conformist wife. The wolf immediately bent into their bedside box and removed their sleek, black dildo, leather harness and lube.
The psychic shimmied out of her black slacks and moved to remove her black lace thong.
“No. Leave those,” the lycan growled. “And stay put.”
A dark eyebrow raised in intrigue.
Enid slid the dildo into the harness and pulled it taught against her hips with deliberate care before climbing on the bed and caging her wife between her limbs.
Wednesday swallowed at sight of the silicone phallus between them and a burst of desire pulsed inside her, begging to be sated.
She reached for Enid’s face.
“I said stay,” the wolf barked, her eyes glowing at the sight of Wednesday’s slick covered inner thighs and full pussy lips. She hesitated as she reached for the lube.
“Spread your legs, Wens.”
Deft fingers walked up the psychic’s thigh as Wednesday did as she was told.
Enid ran her finger along the outline of Wednesday’s slit above the underwear before pulling it aside to tease languidly around her soaked folds.
“Mmmm, we might not even need lube,” the wolf grinned, slipping two fingers inside.
Wednesday’s eyes rolled. The lycan thrust once before fingers slathered in her own arousal were plunged into Wednesday’s gaping mouth. The Addams sucked them with ardor, tongue lapping up her own juices as obsidian eyes bore into her wife’s feral face.
Enid removed them next and cupped her own sex beneath the strap, then swathed the black dildo with their combined juices.
The sight of Enid coating the dildo in her slick made Wednesday’s pussy pulse. “Enid…” the seer groaned.
“On your knees, ma lune,” Enid purred into her ear, hot breath tickling Wednesday’s neck as she brushed her tongue along her carotid.
The brunette flipped herself immediately beneath the heat of her lover’s body, her pussy ready. Ready to be undeniably wrecked by her wife.
Growling deep in her chest, Enid grabbed Wednesday’s hips, pulled her thong across her ass and positioned the strap, taunting her raven’s entrance with slow, shallow strokes.
“Ready for me, Wens?” She hushed, her human restraint bleeding through her tone.
“Enid. Just fuck me.”
Her hands tightened into her raven’s waist, the beast within the lycan finally given permission to break free. Enid slammed her hips forward, burying her shaft deep inside her wife’s cunt.
Wednesday’s head thrust forward into a pillow with the force, her pussy taking every inch that Enid offered. She moaned as her wolf slid out and back in a smooth, languid motion.
“Oh my goddess, Wednesday,” Enid hummed, her pace even and true while she hit that spot which made the raven’s head spin.
Muffled whines and groans whispered against the soft satin of their pillow, heavenly sounds which only deepened as the lycan traced her hands over the soft, pale skin of her wife’s back and maintained her deep, slow thrusts. Enid groaned as she slammed her hips into the perfect, round ass framed by her lace thong.
Wednesday always took her so well.
The wolf lost herself in the wet slaps, the creaking of their bed frame and the echo of Wednesday’s hammering heartbeat, her stressful, irritating day forgotten as she fucked her wife into the mattress.
“Harder, querida,” her raven begged, fists curled into their sheets as she braced Enid’s quickening thrusts. “Harder.”
The wolf abided, spearing her with increasing force, the accompanying groan of pleasure telling the blonde all she needed to know.
“Touch yourself,” Enid huffed, bending closer to caress the raven’s back with her mouth. “I want you to come all over me.”
Wednesday’s hand moved without thought to slip beneath her underwear against her hardened clit. She whimpered at the added stimulation, the climax which had been building gradually from inside suddenly screaming to the fore.
“Yeah, babe, that’s it,” the wolf encouraged, her pace relentless as the sweat began to drip down her back and her muscles screamed with the effort. “Fuck yourself while I make you mine.”
The seer did exactly that, the tingle of her oncoming orgasm bursting into flame with each swipe of her finger on her clit, the impact of Enid’s hips against her ass, the huff of breath against the skin of her back and the tip of the strap buried deep inside.
“Enid — I—"
“Come for me.”
A ripple of heat exploded through Wednesday’s body, barrelling down the line of her spine with such ferocity she lost momentary consciousness and collapsed into the mattress.
“Oh my moon,” the wolf howled, whispering Wednesday’s name as her pace slowed, her thrusts shallowed. She watched the intensity of her wife’s orgasm as it peppered goosebumps across her ass and turned the skin of her back to a rosey hue. Wednesday was stunning in every context but her body post-orgasm was truly something to behold.
The raven grunted as some of her faculties returned and she mustered the strength to raise her head from its crater in the pillow, bangs mussed, braids loose.
The wolf went to pull out but Wednesday’s voice cracked as she spoke, “Stay where you are. You will touch yourself until you come inside me.”
Enid nearly fainted at her wife’s demand, falling against Wednesday’s ass to hungrily kiss her. Her hips unconsciously rolled the strap still buried in her raven, eliciting a hushed groan.
“Anything you want, babe,” she replied, already burying her hand between her legs.
Wednesday pushed back gently, making Enid grunt. “If you keep doing that I’m not gonna last long at all.”
The seer smirked, continuing her slow rock, the sound of Enid’s wet machinations music to her ears. Sloppy kisses dotted across her upper back, Enid’s weight fully against her as they moved together. The dildo continued to impale her centre, its tip hitting true with each rock. Muscles ached under the weight of her wife but the seer was resolute in her goal: she wanted to feel her beast come undone on her, in her, all around her.
Wednesday’s hushed groans, their slow rocking and her finger dancing across her clit built the wolf to her precipice. She came hard, sweat covered torso shuddering against her raven’s back.
The strap pulsed inside Wednesday with the strength of Enid’s orgasm, the sensation almost bringing her to yet another petit mort. They both collapsed, the wolf crushing Wednesday beneath her perspiration slicked body.
Enid hummed into the seer’s skin, lazy kisses littered across her back. She pulled out slowly, quickly removing the strap harness to return to the comfort of Wednesday’s embrace. Snuggling chest to chest, the couple tucked their heads into each other’s neck.
Enid breathed deeply. She took serenity in Wednesday’s unique scent of ink and lavender mixed with the potency of their combined arousal.
“I love you, ma lune,” Enid cooed, her heartbeat slowing, her wolf sated in the back of her brain and her tummy grumbling, ready for food. “That was…wow. Talk about hot. You’re incredible. Are you okay, my love?”
“Quite sated, mi sol. As always, you mate me well. Additionally, I believe you may have assisted me in the direction of my next plot point for my novel. It had been eluding me.”
Enid giggled into her wife’s neck, “Mate you well, eh?”
“Indeed,” the psychic responded, dark eyes finding blue with a subtle smirk. She followed it with a kiss.
“You didn’t tell me you were having troubles, too, Wens.”
“Mmm, it matters not,” the raven grunted, tucking her head against Enid’s chest and intertwining their legs. “Have your troubles disappeared, mon loup?”
“Oh. Totally. Gonezo. Also, Wednesday, it does matter. But I’m glad I was able to help, too,” she pecked the freckles on her wife’s nose. “So, what’s Viper gonna get up to, now?”
“She’s going to copulate senseless and by so doing discover a new lead on her case.”
“Huh. Sounds awfully smart of her.”
“She is. Exceedingly smart.”
“Yup. She defs is,” Enid affirmed, running her thumb along a plait of braid and the other along the psychic’s back.
“Maybe she can be smart again after dinner?” Enid hinted.
“Perhaps. But only if her werewolf love interest procures her some sustenance. She is famished from her investigations.”
Enid bounced from their bed.
“On it!” she grinned, leaning in for a quick smooch.
Wednesday watched the rounded curve of Enid’s bottom bounce from the room. The feeling which had haunted her since sophomore year kindling in her chest.
How she loved that wolf.