“Probably,” Ginny said as she snuggled closer to Patrick. “Don’t stop, that feels good.”
Patrick obliged and nibbled harder. He could feel Ginny’s skin flush with goosebumps. His erection bobbed against her ass. Moving ever so slightly, he bit her neck at the spot where it met her shoulder. Ginny arched her back and he slid his cock between her legs.
“Ohhhh,” Ginny moaned. She wiggled back against him as she felt the head of his cock nudge the opening of her pussy.
“Grrrrrrrr,” Patrick growled against her neck. His teeth held her tight, and that excited her wolf. Ginny started to shift and he growled harder. Patrick was half shifted and pulled the two of them to their knees and with a swift push, seated himself deep inside her.
Ginny, still wet from earlier moaned in pleasure as he stroked in and out, picking up the pace. She heard the bed groan with the additional weight of the two of them.”If it breaks, so be it!”flashed through her brain as Patrick released her neck and grabbed her hips as he moved faster. As things shifted on Ginny, his thrusts felt better and better. Her orgasm built until she couldn’t hold on any more. The claws on her half shifted hands dug into the bedding as wave after wave of pleasure rode over her.
“Arrrrrrrhhh,” Ginny howled as she shifted totally at the peak of orgasm. Patrick shifted too, leaning forward and biting the ruff at her neck as his orgasm took the last of his control. Again, the knot formed and the two of them collapsed to the bed panting. Patrick put his paw across the top of Ginny’s front shoulder.”Mine,”he thought as they drifted off to sleep.
Patrick woke up later feeling cold. At some point, they had shifted back to human form. What was left of the covers were on the floor. Tentatively, he rolled to get them and realized that the knot had relaxed and he could actually reach the covers. He pulled them up and snuggled next to Ginny. Looking at the clock, he saw it was 5:45am. Yawning, he went back to sleep.
*
Ginny woke to the sound of knocking. Opening her eyes, she realized that someone was knocking at her bedroom door.
“Hullo,” she said sleepily. She pulled the covers up farther until they were under her chin.
A little dark head peeked into the room. “We haz waffuls,” said Sara.
“And coffee,” said George who was standing behind her.
Ginny smiled. Turning to Patrick, she nudged him gently. “We have company,” she said.
Patrick woke up, blinked and realized that the room was being invaded by three small children and George carrying a huge tray. He could smell coffee, waffles, bacon, and fruit. “I think I’ve died and gone to heaven,” he said.
“Wait until you’ve eaten the waffles. I had help this morning,” said George looking sideways down at the kids. “And before you panic, I’ve already called you out for the day at work.”
“Work? Oh gods!” said Ginny as she looked over at the clock and realized it was 9:23am. “But,…” was as far as she got before she heard Patrick’s sub-vocal growl behind her head.
“You’d better sit up and get ready for food,” said George. “The kids have been pacing in front of the door for thirty minutes wanting to wake you up.”
Patrick sat up and pulled the pillows behind him and Ginny. As he did that, he noticed the shredded state of the covers. He grabbed Ginny by the hips and pulled her back quickly.
“Oh!” gasped Ginny as she was pulled back. “I would have sat back on my own.”
“You look funny Aunt Ginny,” said Sara. Yer hawr is all stiked up and you needs a baf,” she finished. Ivan and Joe standing behind her just nodded.
“I guess I do. That’s what I get for going to bed with wet hair,” said Ginny trying to salvage some shred of dignity.
George brought the tray over and set it down across the bed and their laps. “Better eat before it gets cold,” he said.
Patrick grabbed the syrup and poured some over his waffles. He handed the syrup to Ginny and then ate a bite of waffle. Three little sets of eyes watched as he and Ginny began to eat. He took a sip of coffee to clear his throat. “Now, who made these waffles?” he asked looking at Ivan and Joe. Both little boys pointed at Sara and George.
Patrick nodded. “Ah, then it is you I have to blame for such a wonderful breakfast?”
“Yous don’t blames peoples for good breakfastses!” said Sara. “You thanks them!”
Patrick smiled. “I stand corrected,” he said. “Thank you for the wonderful breakfast. And what did you two boys do?” he asked.
Ivan and Joe blinked. Sara looked at them with that ‘and why haven’t you spoken’ look.
“Well,” Patrick said with ever so soft a sub-vocal push in his voice.
Ivan screwed his eyes shut and elbowed Joe in the ribs. Joe blinked. “We made the coffee,” he whispered. “An Ivan got the cups and silberware,” he finished. Ivan nodded rapidly, never opening his eyes.
“Thank you boys. Now off you go and watch cartoons while we finish our breakfast,” Patrick said once again with a soft sub-vocal push. All three kids shot out of the room like their tails were on fire. George leaned against the door jam and laughed. Ginny snickered and almost spilled her coffee. Patrick just smiled.
George left the two of them to finish their breakfast and went to clean up the kitchen. A quick look in the living room let him see that the three children were following Patrick’s orders. Bugs Bunny was on and three little faces were enraptured with the cartoon.
Just as he finished the prep dishes, he heard the shower start. George dried his hands and went to grab the breakfast tray. He knocked and no one answered, so he entered the room. The tray was on the edge of the bed which was at a tilt. He snickered. Then he noticed the state of the sheets. Long claw marks had torn the bottom sheet. Plus one of the pillows seemed to have burped stuffing across the far corner of the bed. He smiled and gathered up the tray. After he took it into the kitchen, he grabbed a clean set of sheets out of the linen cupboard and went back to the bedroom.