by Marilynn Fae
He laughs at her question and she flinches, scared that he would make fun or her or say that wolves don't grow gardens. "I can have a thousand gardens for you if that's what you want," he tells her, leaning forward the few inches he needs to capture her lips.
"Really?" she squeaks, ears perking up hopefully.
It makes him laugh a little more. "Everything you want, love," he promises. "I'll take care of you." He kisses her lips, her nose, down her neck, muttering, "I'll give you everything you want. Always," he swears. "Going to take such good care of my little mate."
His promises are going to her head, making it hard to think and his scent is muddling her thoughts, as it had since the first time she had smelled him.
"I've been waiting for you my whole life, little mate," he says. "I'll take care of you," he repeats, finger pressing tentatively at her entrance, finding it wet and open, heat easing the way. "Look at you, so ready for me already. Would you let me claim you? Take you as my mate?"
She nods, cheeks flushed. He slips his finger into her slicked hole and she arches her back, her breasts bouncing with the move. Her cheeks burn with embarrassment. "I've never- I've never done this before," she admits softly, cheeks burning.
"Perfect little thing," he breathes. He licks the hollow of her throat and then farther down, nudging her head up as he kisses and licks under her chin as well, covering her with his tongue. "I'll take care of you, love. There's nothing to be afraid of."
His lips move down her neck, licking and sucking until he finds her nipple with his teeth and tongue. She clenches her eyes shut, hands curling in his hair. "Ah! Ah!" she cries out, pain and pleasure coursing through her body. She grinds up against him, feeling the hard press of his cock against her leg, his fingers inside of her, slow and careful, adding another finger once she's used to the stretch of one finger inside of her tight heat.
She doesn't know if she's trying to push herself into the harsh bite or away from it, though pulling away seems like a less than prudent thing to do, what with his teeth clenched so tightly around her nipple and his fingers inside of her hole. He teases the sensitive tip of her nipple with his tongue while his teeth continue to clench harshly on the sensitive nub. It feels too much for her to take.
He holds her still with the gentle press of his hands on her waist, his fingers long enough to circle completely around her easily. She feels so small and weak like this, completely at his mercy.
"Hurts," she whines even though it doesn't really hurt so much as feel completely overwhelming to her senses, fingers tightening so much in his hair that she's certain it's starting to hurt him. He lets go, pulling away to swallow her unhappy whine in his mouth.
"Pampered little thing," he says, smiling down at her kindly, the corners of his eyes wrinkling. "Darling thing," he combs her hair and brings her ears to his nose, breathing in deep. "You smell so good, little rabbit," he growls. "I could just eat you up."
She freezes, heartbeat racing from the mere thought of being eaten by the wolf makes her frightened. She doesn't really remember how she was chased by forest creatures when she had gotten lost in the woods last time, but she recalls the sheer terror of being trapped into a corner. She kind of feels like that now, except she doesn't feel the urge to run away or even the slightest urge to shift into her animal form.
Something about him grounds her and keeps her from shifting, from running away. Maybe it's just that she knows he'll be able to catch her even if she runs.
He frowns, tilting his head and wolf ears perking up. "What's wrong?"
Her mouth opens and closes a few times, unable to find the words. "It's silly," she admits at last.
"You're afraid," he says. "Do I scare you?"
He really, really should. She doesn't know him at all and he basically kidnapped her and brought her to his hotel room- and she knows he's planning to take her virginity and mate her. She shakes her head and blushes as she says, "I'm afraid you won't fit." Her cheeks are on fire. "I've never- I've even touched myself before."
"I'll be gentle," he promises.
When he lets up, she still clings to him, gasping for breath. He kisses the valley between her breasts as she wills her heart to stop racing.
Chapter Six: First Time
He leans up to cradle her cheek, and then he's licking her lip upper lip, sucking her lower lip into his mouth between his teeth and licking at the seams of her lips, coaxing her to part her lips.
He's slow, tentative and even a little bit unsure. But when she opens her mouth for more, he begins to kiss her more thoroughly, all tongue and teeth, feeding her hot breaths right into her lungs. She tastes herself on his tongue.
It's too easy to surrender herself to his devouring kisses and accept everything she's given. But when he pauses, she finds herself chasing after the taste of them together, surging forward until she is pressed fully to him. She can feel the heat of his body against hers, the hardness of his erection pressing on her inner thigh.
He relents with a growl, tongues dancing for domination, pushing her down so he's the one in charge. He pulls away once he's satisfied and runs his fingers down her body, like he's trying to touch her everywhere.
"If anything gets too much, you can tell me to stop," he promises.
She doesn't understand what he means for a few second, so lost in the haze of heat that words doesn't register. She nods only because it feels like the right thing to do.
He rumbles in approval when she parts her legs and wraps them around his hips, rocking up lazily as he guides the head of his cock to her opening.
"Lovely little mate," he says, palming her breasts, drawing moans and whimpers when he closes his fingers and thumb across her nipples. "Stay still, darling," he coaxes, pulling her nipples up so that she is forced to curved her back upwards. He grins and leans in to kiss her, gliding his tongue into her mouth, tasting inside.
She keens for him, the sound so unfamiliar to her own ears that her cheeks flame red instantly from embarrassment.
At the sound from her lips, self-control eludes him. His lips crash against hers, all teeth and tongue and desire, taking what he wants and making her beg for everything he has to give. She leans into the kiss, winding her arms around his neck and holding herself to him, rubbing her aching nipples to his naked chest. Her legs wrap around his hard hips and she feels his erection on her inner thigh, burning hot with want.
He lets out a shuddering groan that makes her relax a little cause she knows she's not the only one aroused.
His hand snakes between their bodies and he's parting her folds, guiding his cock to her opening and pushing in.
A strangled moan escapes her lips when she feels her his cock pushing into her hole, her opening too small for her to push in. She's torn between wanting to pull away and thrust upwards to try and meet him halfway. She clenches her eyes shut, afraid of what she'll see. It feels as though ever nerve ending in her body has gathered between her legs and all she feels is the burn of him pushing into her tight walls, his grip on her chips keeping her from pulling away and freeing herself.
When he penetrates her, her vision flares into bright white at the edges as her body struggles to take him inside of her. He's too big, she's certain of that now that she can feel the head of his cock inside of her, stretching her walls bigger than she thought her body was capable of taking.
"Oh, oh," she whimpers, crying out loudly when he begins to impale her on his cock. Her hands grip him by his neck, clutching as tightly as she can, clinging to him and breathing in ragged breaths. Small fingers curl into his hair, gripping tight and holding on. It's too much and not enough all at once, her body both craving and fearing the thick fullness pushing into her.
"You're so tight, love," he rumbles, pulling out and pushing in deeper with every thrust, pausing between breaths, letting her adjust before pushing her over the edge again with a deeper, fully thrust.
She doesn't know how much more of it she can take. She's crying now, sobbing into the nap
e of his neck. Her fingers find his fluffy wolf ears and she's so distracted by the softness of the fur there that she forgets about his cock inside of her until he pushes past the barrier of her virginity and then she's gasping and sobbing anew.
"Shh..." he murmurs. "You're alright, darling. That's it. It'll feel better in a second. I promise," he says, pulling her arms away from his head so he can lick away her tears, soothing her with rumbling promises about taking care of her and making sure she'll want for nothing. He'll grow her the best and most beautiful garden and they'll have a nest together-
"Burrow," she whimpers. "I want a burrow." Nests are for birds and cottontails.
He looks at her incredulously, expression frozen for a second, and then he chuckles. "Whatever you want, darling," he says, peppering her face with kisses. "Anything you want."
She nods, satisfied. Her hands are still clutching his arms, holding as tightly as she can and her eyes are clenched shut.
"Eyes open, darling," he says. "I want you to see how well you take me inside you."
She swallows reflexively, eyes blinking open timidly to look at his face first. He looks devastatingly handsome and she lets her gaze travel down until she's looking at where their bodies are joined, his hips inches from hers, his cock a thick rod between their bodies, joined where he's entered her deep.
She can't look away even if she wants to now, eyes locked on the way he is pulling out and pushing deeper in. There's a hint of blood on his thick rod and she's a little worried at first that it's that time of the month. And then she remembers that it's her first time and some virgins bleed when they're penetrated for the first time. It's fascinating, seeing their bodies joined, his cock disappearing into a hole in her body as he thrusts into her over and over again.
He pumps all the way inside of her and it's so much that she worries it would go straight to her womb. She panics. Fear surges ahead of her arousal and she cries out, pulling away. He seems to be prepared for that, holding her still with his hands on her shoulders. He pulls away, and then thrusts inwards and hits a spot inside her that makes her think of nothing except the pure pleasure of being impaled on his cock.
His sigh is more a deep, rumbling growl that vibrates through her body.
"That's it," he snarls. His thrusts against her grows harder, but slowly and more rhythmic, pressing close, and then pulling back and slam into her again and again. His eyes focus on hers, like he's trying to memorize every expression on her face and she does the same, watching the grown etch between his brows as he impales her on him.
As the pleasure starts to build between them, her eyes flutter shut for a few seconds before his warning growl causes her to part them again obediently. "Good girl," he grounds out, hands on her hips tightening, guiding her undulations to take him deeper, his breath hot on her lips.
The praise goes straight to her head, warm and fuzzy. She struggles to move, hands scratching at the mattress, trying to brace herself against his thrusts. Her gasps are thin, sharp wheezes, insufficient to keep her from actually breathing, but the need for air seems to be irrelevant compared to the sheer bliss she's experiencing.
He brushes his lips against her mouth, dragging his tongue over her teeth, swallowing her gasping breaths with satisfaction.
His growls are all animal and every instinct in her body tells her to run, to fight, but she wraps herself around him, holding him tight and finding enough strength to thrust up clumsily, testing if she could control the speed of his thrusts and make it good for the both of them. She doesn't want him to be the one doing all the work while she just lies there, but he growls at her again, his fangs lengthening, warning her to stay put.
"Please, please," she whines, breath catching and hitching with a barely-suppressed sob.
"Still, darling, stay still," he snarls, thrusting harder, tongue spearing into hers, silencing her whimpers.
She feels the pressure inside her build and build with nowhere to go, and then she's gasping, pleasure exploding so thick and perfect inside of her that her vision whitens. she comes with her arms around his neck, her entire body clenching tight, walls milking his cock.
He comes with a snarl and his hands around her back and on her ass, pinching her rabbit tail.
The pleasure of him coming inside of her is so overwhelming that she thinks she blacks out for a few seconds because when she comes to, he is licking away the tears on her face again, his hands on her body, cock still impossibly thick and hard inside of her. She feels him empty his seed inside of her, warm and thick and ever so filling.
He holds her as she keens and whimpers, crying a little bit about how thick he's getting and how she can't take more. "Shh... stay still, love. That's it," he keeps her from shifting, rocking into her again and again, drawing her back into the haze of lust that would turn even the burn of his thick knot inside of her hole into bliss.
Thrice more he comes inside of her, his knot keeping them locked together so she can't move away and all his seed is kept locked inside of her hole. She falls asleep after the second time, going limp in his arms so abruptly that he worries that he's hurt her, but her breathing is even and she smells sated.
She hears him whispering how perfect she is for him when she comes awake with a little whimper, having felt his thick cock pulling out of her. Come spills from her hole and he doesn't seem to like that at all, growling and using his fingers to press them back in, three fingers sliding into her swollen hole easily. She whimpers, still oversensitive from her multiple orgasms, but her body betrays her, moving to his fingers as though eager to reach another.
"I can't," she whines.
He shushes her, completely unreasonable as he attempts to coax another orgasm from her wrung out body. She complies with a gasp.
Chapter Seven: Intruder
When she wakes, her entire body aches in different ways. She feels a somewhat unpleasant sensation of his come leaking from between her legs and whines.
To her horror, it trickles down and wets the spot of bed she's laying in. She yelps and struggles to get up, only to experience the deja vu of a strong pair of arms wrapped around her waist.
"It's alright, love. Stay," he yanks her back close, lifting her away from the wet patch and closer to his chest. He kisses her neck and rumbles something unintelligible, sounding more asleep than awake.
She tries to go back to sleep for all of thirty seconds before her patience runs out and she wriggling in his grasp, trying to get free. She feels hot and sticky all over, the skin of her neck burning a little bit and then he rubs his stubble on her, so her eyes fill with tears and she sniffs, crying unhappy tears.
That gets him awake instantly. "Fuck. I'm sorry, love. What's wrong?" he turns her around so he's looking at her. "Did I hurt you?" he asks, hands moving up and down her body to make sure he hasn't unintentionally injured her somehow.
It takes a second for her to compose herself. She feels ridiculous for crying over something so little. She sniffs. "I'm gross all over," she says.
He stops panicking and the tension in his shoulders relaxes. "Is that all?" he asks.
She nods, and then panics a little when she realizes it's bright outside and she's probably missed her morning events. Her heartbeat speeds up. "I'm- I'm supposed to be competing," she says.
He snarls at the suggestion. "No."
"No?" she squeaks, suddenly afraid.
He softens at the sight of her fear. "You're staying in here for now, love," he says, trying to sound soothing but the way his voice deepens into a growl at the end isn't very calming. "It's just- have you ever met a newly mated pair before?" he asks.
"My brothers have mates," she says softly.
He opens his mouth, as if to explain, only to be interrupted by a loud knock at the door. There's a soft beep, and then their visitor at the door starts talking.
"Alpha Ethan? Are you there, sir?"
Ethan's entire demeanor changes. His head snaps to the door and he lets out a warning snarl, his entire body
vibrating so hard the bed is shaking underneath them. He keeps her trapped underneath him as he continues to growl threateningly at the door.
"Sir, is everything alright? We didn't see you at the opening this morning. We're going to come in to make sure everything's in order, sir," the man continues unhindered.
The door opens and she knows in her gut that it's a terrible idea. Ethan is already angry and when the door opens all the way, he snarls and leaps out of the bed, shifting into his wolf form between one breath and the next. The person at the door is yanked back by someone who had realized the danger of wandering into a wolf's den and he escapes by the skin of his teeth.
The wolf's claws slash over the solid door, leaving three long slashes across the surface and over the wall. It crumbles. He snarls at the door for a solid minute, ears perked up like he's listening for what's happening on the other side of the door and making sure that they're a proper distance away.
Her breath catches in her throat when he turns his attention back to her. His eyes glow that beautiful bright green that had captivated her from the first time she had seen him. He's so powerful, sinewy muscles shifting, mouth slightly parted so she can see perfectly his two rows of sharp white fangs. They're not as frightening now that they're not colored with red. She waits for him to shift back into his human form, but he keeps walking towards her like this, crawling up onto the bed and licking up her legs as he slides up towards her.
The springs of the bed creaks under his massive weight and size.
She knows he would never hurt her, but she can't help but be completely terrified because he's a wolf pinning her down and she's a weak, (probably) delicious rabbit. He doesn't do anything than her up, pausing between her legs and tilting his head a little, and then he's nudging her legs open and licking her right there, flat tongue licking up the come that's spilled from her hole.
She yelps and pulls away.
He growls at her, paw pressing on the bed a little above her shoulder to keep her from shifting away. Even as a wolf, his glare is capable of telling her that he wants her to stay still.
