by Marilynn Fae
She whines and complies, staying still as he licks up her neck and cleans the rest of her body with his tongue, gently pawing her to shift her to her tummy and lick up her back as well. It feels kind of nice to be groomed like this and she is almost asleep when he shifts back into his human form.
He peppers her face with kisses and then lifts her up, bringing her to the bathroom where he had gotten a bath ready when she was drifting and going into the precipice of sleep. He must have remembered how upset she had been when she had woken up dirty and decided to get the bath ready to wash her.
It's really soothing, letting him bath her, rubbing a soft sponge on her skin and getting rid of all the dirty clinging to her skin. He leaves her alone in the bath for a little while and she uses the opportunity to shampoo her hair, tucking her ears back so that she doesn't get water in her ears. She washes her rabbit tail using the shampoo too. It smells nice, like peaches and a little bit like strawberry, but not the sort of artificial scent that makes her head spin.
When he comes back, he drains the water in the tub and uses the shower head to wash the soapy water away, stepping into the bath to shower as well while she watches, cheeks blushing a bright red. She's not used to seeing so much of him and her eyes can't help but drift to his hard cock. He's so huge even though he's not hard. He uses the shower head to wash the soapy water away afterwards and showers with her. When he washes her between her legs, he licks up her neck like he can't quite help himself.
"Ethan?" she whispers, unsure.
When he rocks up between her legs again, his cock is hard, pressing between her wet pussy lips.
She whimpers.
"I'm going to fill you up again, love" he whispers in her ear and proceeds to do exactly that.
Epilogue
She doesn't quite have the little farm out away from the city that she wants, but this isn't so bad. Her mate is serious about giving her whatever she wants, even if what she wants is for him to buy a plot of land a little further from the city where he works and turn it into a meadow for her.
He grows her a private greenhouse that grows bush poppies, sage, little patches of clover, cabbage, spinach, carrot leaves, kale, and a little closed off garden of blackberry and raspberry bushes that she's not supposed to touch yet because Ethan's trying to grow her some fruits. It's very sweet of him.
The nutritionist says the fruits and vegetables are good for her and the pups she's carrying. It's also better for her to be somewhere she feels safe and she's always safest where the forest is and there are plenty places for her to explore without any predators around.
It had cost quite a lot for him to have such a huge plot of land so close to the city and even more for him to have a wall built around it with security guards at different corners, making sure nobody gets too close to his territory and nobody tries to break in and find his mate.
Their mating had garnered national attention, not just because he's rich and famous, but because there were witnesses who saw the way he fought off the other werewolves and carried her to the hotel.
She missed all her running events and he missed all the meetings he's supposed to attention, but he several packmates who managed to hold the fort while he was busy with her. Darnell was really upset when he found out that she's mated with his idol, though she doesn't really understand why.
"The boy is smitten with you, darling," Ethan told her later on, a little bit amused by how clueless she had been.
"I'm not his mate," she argued. Darnell wouldn't have been happy with her. There's someone out there who would be perfect for him. She did, however, broach the topic of how Darnell wanted to further his education and Ethan was only too willing to help.
Darnell was upset at first, even with the generous scholarship, but he will be going to one of the best universities in the world and it's hard to remain angry when it's clear that she's happier than she's ever been with Ethan.
As for the event, it was a huge success despite their absence. Alliances are forged between different packs and villages, partnerships struck up between businessmen and farmers alike.
It was difficult at first because he didn't like her out of his sight, but he didn't want to bring her to work with him either because he didn't want anyone else seeing her or getting close to her. Bad enough that there are pictures of her all over the news from when they left the hotel. People had focused on her fluffy rabbit ears straight away, and then it wasn't hard to find all sorts of information about where she came from and about her past.
There are pictures of her all over the news for the longest time and news outlets showed up at their house and their little village. Their mayor seems happy with the influx of visitors since it brought new income, but her family's a little bit pissed at all the strangers trampling into their territories to figure out details about her and pen their own fantastical tales about how the billionaire heartthrob had captured his mate's heart.
She had gotten upset when she heard that they trampled over her favorite poppies patch and Ethan sent lawyers their way. They were gone by the end of the day.
Things had been quiet at home ever since. Her mom and dad came to visit after a month, when things had settled enough that he's no longer snarling at anyone who gets too close to her.
They've since went back home though. It's nice, they say. They haven't had this much privacy for a while and she remembers with vivid embarrassment how her parents had tried to give her advice on the different positions they could try in bed. Rabbit shifters have always been particularly open-minded when it came to sex, but she's still new to all this and it's all a little much.
Her cheeks redden just thinking about it.
Possessiveness aside, Ethan has been absolutely perfect, giving her everything she could've ever dared to hope for and more.
She curls up in her garden, lazing around a little bit before shifting to her human form to tend to the garden. She loves it here and spends all her days here, making sure all the fruits are growing well and the vegetable patches are healthy.
The glass ceiling is built high with an artificial environment system installed inside of the greenhouse to keep their vegetables and fruit bushes growing all year round.
Once her chores are done, she strips out of her clothing and shifts back into her rabbit form.
She plays in the little stream that her mate had dug up for her a few days ago. Clean water runs through it and he even has little fishes added inside to keep her entertained. It's a little waste of resource but the noise is soothing and reminds her of home. The gynecologist insists on having the greenhouse be as much as like her home as possible considering he still insists on keeping her close. He has too many responsibilities to stray too far and he doesn't want her out of his sight.
She's really grateful the doctors says it's alright for her to shift even though she's pregnant. She loves shifting into her rabbit form now that she's pregnant. Her overprotective mate doesn't want her to leave their home at all and he's kind of obsessed with making sure she only smells like him, so it's easier to pass her days like that.
It'll get better once she is a few more months along. She remembers how protective her brothers were of their wives when he first came home with them. She wasn't even allowed to visit!
She's dozing lazily among the poppies when her mate comes for her, wet nuzzle scenting her carefully before settling down, putting her between his giant paws and resting his nose close to her belly. That's her cue to shift back, so she does, turning back into her human form so he can rub his face on her belly. Her round belly is more obvious in her human form even though she's only a few months along because she's having triplets.
He shifts back too, pulling her up and into his lap so he can nuzzle her neck, licking and sucking new bruises on her skin.
"Did you have a nice day?" he asks once he's satisfied with the ring of bruises around her neck.
"Lovely," she sighs, twisting around in his lap to give him a proper kiss. He licks past her closed
lips and into her mouth. He likes pinning her down and making love to her here too. They have enough privacy here that he doesn't have to worry about voyeurs, but it's not like he cares. She thinks he wouldn't mind people seeing him claim her too, possessive as he is.
"Did you miss me?" he asks, smirking a little when, instead of answering, she deliberately grinds against him. "Shameless little rabbit," he chides, his cock taking notice, hardening instantly.
"You love it," she answers, remorseless.
"I love you," he corrects and shows her exactly how much.
END
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"Do I scare you?" he asks.
She nods, wondering why he's asking for something that's blatantly obvious. He terrifies her.
She spies the slightest curve of his lips before she looks down again. She wants more than anything to wrap her fingers around her tail and rub her face with the tip to soothe herself. Her long tail twitches with the desire to do exactly that and his gaze lands on her stomach, where she has her tail wrapped firmly around herself.
"You have nothing to be afraid of," he says.
She doubts that. Even now, she feels imprint of his fingers on her arm, sure to leave bruises. Unlike werewolves, werecat don't have that superspeed healing. They're a lot more agile, though that help her species when they were being hunted down. Hard to outrun a gun. She wonders if she can use her agility against him. Maybe she can get the window open and climb to her freedom.
"Would you give me a kiss, kitten?" he asks out of nowhere.
She stands shock still for a second, blinking dumbly because surely she's heard him wrong? He's not asking- She peers up at him carefully and sees the seriousness in his gaze. A rosy blush rises to her cheeks when she realizes he's being serious. She wonders if the CEO for the company she works for has a screw loose. "I don't know you," she says, interlinking her fingers in front of herself and looking determinedly anywhere except his face.
"That's not a no," he says.
She takes a step back, and her back slams against the door that is blocking her escape. His hands are on her waist, lifting her up so he can line their lips together.
The unexpected press of his lips on hers startles her enough to suck in a sharp breath and his tongue darts past her parted lips in an instant. She is thrust back against the solid door and her eyes blink close as he kisses her. His lips are surprisingly soft against hers, pressing with an urgency that takes her breath away. His knee works between hers, coaxing her legs apart with ease.
She knows she should be fighting back, pushing him off and getting free but his grip is firm and she feels like prey trapped beneath a larger, stronger predator and his lips on hers feel nice. He licks into her mouth, tasting her and dominating the kiss entirely. She doesn't know if he's a good kisser or not, being so inexperienced herself. She feels tingles all the way from where their lips are touching down her spine to the tips of her toes.
Her fingers find their way to the lapels of his suit, clutching tightly.
Tentatively, she tries to kiss him back. She picks up the bitter tang of coffee and something else she can't discern. The small gesture makes him growl, his fingers tightening around her waist, leaving more bruises the shape of his hands on her skin. The deep sound of his growl vibrates down her spine and makes every nerve ending in her body come awake with lust.
Too quickly, his lips part from hers, his breath grazing her jaw as he exhales softly against her skin. He leaves a trail of kisses down her neck and shoulders and she gives into the uncontrollable shiver as her body betrays her and she tilts her head to the side, offering her more of his neck. He trails open-mouthed kisses down her collar bone, sucking occasionally to leave blue-black bruises on her pale skin.
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Sneak Peek
"No! Wai-" The rest of her protest is muffled by her own panties that Cain has stuffed into her mouth.
She looks at Luke, pleading with her eyes for him to put a stop to this but he's grinning from ear to ear, looking like he's enjoying the show immensely. His hand is stuffed down his pants and she can see him gripping his erection. The sight makes her suddenly aware of the thick scent of arousal in the air, making it hard to breathe. She gasps when Caleb and Cain grips her by her ankle and lifts them up.
Her legs are spread wide suddenly. Blood rushes to her cheeks as she tries to cover herself between her legs. Her own fingers are met with a growing wetness that causes her to blush even more. Her hands are pried away quickly and then all eyes are on her, staring at her pussy lips, already glistening wet even though she is more afraid than she is aroused.
Her protests are muffled by the cloth in her mouth. She is humiliated by the thought of these strangers looking at her pussy.
"Shaved, I see," Caleb teases. He is the one holding her hand aside so he can look at her more clearly. "You're a little slut, aren't you?" he growls.
She wants to argue that all hucows are bare. She just doesn't grow hair between her legs.
"She's always shaved," Luke says, his tone so casual it is as though he is merely commenting on the weather. "Gorgeous, isn't she?" he says.
She is a little annoyed that he doesn't know she doesn't shave, that he's unaware that hair simply doesn't grow there, but she is too busy feeling mortified by all the eyes on her, staring and looking at her pussy lips.
"She's so fucking wet already," Keats says, surprising her by being the first to reach between her legs and spread her pussy lips open. He slides his forefingers inside, spreading her open to peer into her hole.
She turns her head to the side even as a spike of arousal jolts up her spine. She bites her lower lip to keep from crying out. Cain's voice is like velvet in her ear when he speaks behind her. "You're absolutely lovely."
She tries to tilt her face away, but he is holding onto her waist too tightly and pinning her arms too securely. She cries out when Luke rips her blouse open, revealing her frilly pink bra underneath. He wastes no time in taking that off as well, snapping the front clasps open and tugging it out of the way. She is too distracted to fight back with Keats's fingers on her pussy lips, rubbing between them and teasing her hole before moving his attention up to rub her clit.
Pleasure jolts up her spine and she tries to squirm her hips away from him, but the two men holding her legs open hold firm and she can't do anything but submit herself to the way the almost-stranger is opening her hole up.
Fingers rub and tease her nipples, drawing milk to the tips. She whimpers as milk begins to form on the tips of her nipples and pebble there, dripping down slowly at first, and then in great spurts when they begin to pinch lower.
The heavy scent of arousal mixed with creamy milk and musk fills her nose and lungs. Cain's and Keats's fingers are on her pussy, spreading her wide from the inside as though trying to split her open, presenting the glistening pink hole within. She cries out as her hips bucked into the touch, the pleasure too mu
ch for her to take. Her walls tighten around their fingers, tense enough that they are able to feel it and glance up at her together.
"Why don't we tie her down?" Cain suggests and she is torn between crying out for mercy and begging them to just get on with fucking her already. Anything is better than the torture of having every inch of her body groped and played with without the satisfaction of being filled. Already, she is losing sense of herself, the initial humiliation and reluctance replaced completely by want and arousal.
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Author
Marilynn Fae is a full-time writer who is in love with supernatural romance, especially those with innocent young virgins who have no idea what they are getting themselves into.
