by Riley, Alexa
My wolf growls at the challenge, and I roll us back over so I’m on top again. Leaning down, I run my sharp teeth across her neck and pin her arms above her head. She writhes underneath me, but I nudge my hard cock at her opening, and she relaxes, letting her long legs fall open a little more, an invitation I will be accepting.
“You will submit to me, Gwen.” I take her lips in a punishing kiss. I meant to be soft to show her I wasn't all beast, but maybe that’s all I really am. It’s the only kiss I’ve ever had. Her lips are full and soft and welcoming like nothing I’ve ever felt before. She opens her mouth, granting me a taste of her sweetness. She sweeps her tongue inside, and I taste her warmth and desire. I deepen the kiss, wanting more, and she starts to squirm beneath me.
I need her to feel my dominance and know that I’m a worthy male. Her wolf is dominant by nature, and it will only yield to a fierce protector. I intend to show her that I’m deserving of her submission.
Leaning back just a little, I turn her over onto her stomach fast enough to make her let out a squeak of shock. I pin her shoulders to the bed and pull her hips up so she’s on her knees with her ass up into the air.
I lie over her body, blanketing hers with mine, and press the head of my cock to her wet opening, caging her beneath me. I can smell her need and feel it running down the insides of her thighs. I hold the tip there and feel her start to wiggle under me, and my control snaps.
“You’re mine!” Snarling the last word, I thrust into her and bite down on her shoulder at the same time. The taste of her blood hits my lips, and the magical bond between us is sealed as I taste her blood and penetrate her body.
I hold myself still inside her, but her growl is loud and her wolf needs to be bred. She wants me to cum inside her. Her body is running on instinct, and she’s trying to push back against me, to make me spill my seed inside her womb. She wants to trigger the mating heat in full force, a time when her need will be stronger than ever before.
I lick the wound on her shoulder and start to thrust. I feel my teeth tighten and my eyes start to shift as I pump in and out of her. Squeezing my eyes shut, I try to focus on what’s happening, but the combination of these sensations is too great.
Gwen starts to pulse around me, contractions in her pussy squeezing me tighter, and an orgasm rockets through her, making her jerk beneath me. Her body arches back into me, and she howls as she climaxes on my cock. I grip her hip to keep her from collapsing back onto the bed. She’s primed from the heat, and her body wants to open up as much as possible to take my seed. I’m going to make sure she gets it. Her pussy is pulling on my cock, and I have no choice but to thrust hard one more time and spill inside of her as I hold her to me.
My orgasm squeezes my balls, and I throb inside her as jet after jet splashes inside her untouched womb. My cum fills her body, and I feel it when the mating heat starts. It’s a warm tingle in my arms and legs. I lie on top of Gwen and try to get as much skin-on-skin contact as possible.
I moan at the euphoria I’m feeling. It’s like I’m on some kind of drug. Gwen rolls us over and climbs on top of me, and I don’t even fight it. She grabs my still-hard cock and squats down on top of it, taking me inside her. It’s then I see my hard cock for the first time, and I realize it’s over twelve inches long. Gwen slides down on it without any pain. She’s so unbelievably tight that it must be the mating heat that allows her to take all of me so easily. Or maybe she’s just made to fit me perfectly. I choose to believe that.
Her pussy grips me, and I feel my teeth tighten again with the need to mark her. She grinds down on me as if sensing my aggression. Her hands come up to my chest, and she scores her nails down my stomach, leaving faint red claw marks. She doesn’t break the skin, but I love that she’s leaving her own mark on me. Showing everyone that I belong to someone. The feeling is overwhelming. I haven’t felt like I’ve belonged in so long. I want her to scratch me deeper so the marks never leave my body. Every time I’d look down at them, I’d know I belonged to someone. That I was no longer alone.
The feeling of her ownership has me thrusting up inside her and cumming again. This orgasm is hard and fast and she bears down on me as I fill her up, giving her everything I can. Wanting to make my mate happy. To be as perfect for her as she is for me.
Once every drop of cum has been released from my cock into her warm body, she begins to move up and down, milking my cock. She leans forward and bites my chest, and that’s all it takes for me to cum in her yet again. She’s marking me, and my wolf is howling with delight. Each time she makes me hers, I cum inside her a little more. There’s so much cum it’s running down between us, but my cock hasn’t faltered. It only wants more.
She traces her tongue up my chest and runs her hands through my long hair, gripping a handful of it tightly. “More,” she moans in my ear as she rides me harder and pulses around my cock, her blonde hair falling all around us in silken waves.
I will always give my mate whatever she asks for. I have a need to please her, to make her smile at me again, and I thrust, coating the inside of her womb with my cum. I grunt out my release, feeling her squeeze me with her own climax, and pride fills my chest because I’m giving her what she needs. The pleasure that washes over her face is better than anything I’ve ever seen. It’s breathtaking.
I sit up so she’s still straddling my cock, and I scoot to the edge of the bed. She wraps her body tightly around me as I put my feet on the floor. I want to beat my chest at how she’s latching on to me, not wanting to let go of me. Standing, I keep our intimate connection and walk her to the wall, pushing her back up against it. I grab her wrists and pin them above her head. I’m strong enough to hold her with one arm while I claim her against the wall.
Thrusting hard, I lean in and press my teeth against her throat and feel her growl softly, but she bares her neck to me. Her wolf is submitting and loving my aggression. She loves the attention and my petting her as I take her harder and harder against the wall. If I could fuck her through the wall, I think I would. I want to be as far inside her as possible with not a millimeter of space between us.
I sit back and look into her glowing blue eyes, keeping her pinned to the wall as I breed her. I want to tell her that I love her. That I’ve loved her from the moment I laid eyes on her, and my wolf knew it before I did. My soul recognized hers as mine, and even though she wasn’t of age, my wolf knew what was coming. We’ve pined for her all these years, and finally she’s ours.
“It was always you.” Her eyes widen at my words, and it’s as if something clicks into place. I see it on her face the moment she finally remembers, and I cling to her. “It was always you, my love.”
Chapter Eight
Gwen
“You left me.” It all comes flooding back to me now, and I know why he seemed so familiar. How my brother seemed to know him and I didn’t. For some reason, it cuts deep and knocks the wind right out of me. Why does this hurt so much?
He diverts his eyes and sorrow shows clear on his face. A face that doesn’t look like it did years ago.
“Put me down, Xavier.” His eyes flash back to mine, and I see an inner battle play out. His shoulders slump forward a little. I don’t like this. I want the man who was here moments ago. He reluctantly puts me down, placing my feet on the floor, then takes a step back from me.
I reach out and snatch his wrist and growl. I’m upset, but my wolf is remembering that he once left us, and she won’t allow that to happen again. She’s taking over even if it still stings that he did it.
Pulling him by the wrist, I make my way to the bed. He doesn’t fight me, coming easily with me. I motion for him to sit and he does. It makes me smile. I love how he’s so willing to do what I ask. Some male wolves aren’t like that, but I don’t think my mate worries about who’s really alpha between us, because he clearly is. He seems to be more interested in making me happy.
When he sits, I climb onto his lap and fight the urge to slide him inside me once again. Some
of the need has lessened, but I know it will be back soon and will only grow with each day until the full moon. I’m not sure how it’s going to be possible because I already feel utterly consumed. I’m not sure there’ll be anything left of us if we have to go at it for days.
He still shies away from looking at me, and I grab his face in my hands to make him look right into my eyes. A flash of his wolf comes through, and the hunger for me is there before he pulls it back and tries to look away.
“You said you’d always watch me,” I remind him, and I think back to when he used to watch me. It makes so much sense now. How I always felt so protected when he was near. The draw I felt towards him was something I’d never had for another person. Then he was gone, leaving an ache inside me.
Now he’s back. He’s my mate, and I only see traces of the man who was there before. I rub my thumbs along his prominent cheekbones, and now more than ever it’s clear he’s been in the wild. What caused him to leave me all those years ago? Sure, we didn’t know we were mates; we couldn’t have. I was too young and wouldn't have come of age until I was eighteen.
I still remember my eighteenth birthday. I was so scared I would find my mate amongst one of the local wolves, and now I know why I had that fear. In the back of my mind, I wanted it to be him.
When he doesn’t answer me, I push on. “I think you got hotter.”
His mouth parts at my words, and I lean down to take his lips. Pushing my tongue into his mouth, I taste his sweetness and moan at the flavor. He flips me over onto the bed so I’m beneath him once more. He deepens the kiss, his dominance returning. I love the way he makes me feel like a woman. I relish it for a moment before I strike.
I want back the confidence he had when he pinned me to the wall and fucked me like he owned me. Grabbing him by the hair, I pull his head back from me, breaking our kiss.
“Why did you stop watching me?” I growl out the question, letting my aggression flow. I want him on edge with me.
“You deserved better. I couldn’t protect them. How could I ever protect you? Your brother gave me that reminder when he caught me watching you.”
I growl again and use my legs to flip him over. He goes to flip me back, but I place my hands softly on his chest and the gentle touch stops him.
His answer confuses me. “Who did you not protect?”
“My mother and sister. They were killed by hunters when I was…” I know what he can’t say. When he was watching me.
“Your brother caught me outside your window watching you sleep and told me what happened. He told me to stay away from you.” He takes a deep breath, looking deep into my eyes. “That day I lost everything.”
“Am I not here right now, Xavier? You haven’t lost everything.” He sits up with me still in his lap, pulling me so we are chest to chest.
“I don’t deserve you, but I’m keeping you. You’re here and you’ll go nowhere I’m not.” I should correct him and tell him I’ll go wherever I please, but I like the idea that he wants me by his side at all times. While it might not be possible, we can play with the idea for now.
I rub his long hair and beard and try to offer him some comfort. “You couldn’t have watched them every second of every day, my sweet mate.” I try to reason with him. Everyone shifts and goes out into the woods, oftentimes alone. I do it myself.
“I’ll never take my eyes off you. I’ve learned my lesson. No one gets close to you.” I ignore his words because that’s not something I’m going to touch right now. Not with the heat happening. I’m bound to get fucked through the floor so he can prove his point. While it does sound appealing, I have a feeling I’m going to have my hands full with my wildly aggressive mate regardless of his having to prove anything.
“Where have you been?” I ask, changing the subject.
“In the wild.” He confirms what I thought might be true. It explains a lot. Why he’s so much wilder than the rest of us. I’m not sure if he’s even a member of our pack.
“I thought as much. It’s made you look more rugged. Like a sexy lumberjack,” I tease, running my fingers through his beard. His eyes narrow on me. “Not that I’ve seen a sexy lumberjack.” I bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself from giggling at his jealousy.
“I build houses, I don’t chop wood,” he informs me, but I don’t care. My lumberjack fantasy is still holding strong. I’m going to have to get him a few flannel shirts.
“So you don’t have an axe? Maybe you can just chop some logs for me.”
He goes to get up and I grab hold of him, laughing. “Not right now!” I can’t stop the giggle that pours from me.
He flips me back onto the bed and I stop laughing, desire taking over.
“Do it again.”
“What?” I ask, wrapping my legs around him, wanting him inside me again.
“Laugh. I like the sound.”
“I think we’ll have lots of laughter, my mate, but right now I need you to make me cum. Fill me again.”
This time, when he does what I ask, it’s soft and slow. Xavier makes love to me until I pass out in his arms.
Chapter Nine
Xavier
I wake up after having passed out with Gwen on top of me. I’m still hard inside her, and feeling her warmth around my big cock is wonderful. It’s the first morning since I lost everything that I didn’t wake up with a pain in my chest. No, all that greets me today is happiness, a feeling I haven't felt in so long it’s almost foreign. Taking a deep breath, I inhale her scent, and my wolf rolls around happily inside me. We have our mate and she’s bound to us. I thrust up a little, just wetting my cock with her sweet juices, needing her again already.
I’m not sure how long we slept, but it’s still dark outside. I can’t help but run my hands along her body, wanting to explore every inch. Gently, I roll us over, and Gwen stretches lazily then goes back to sleep. I carefully pull out of her pussy, and she lets out a small whine before she drifts off again. I don’t know if she will like me just looking at her, but I want to see all of my mate. I need to know every inch of her body and make it mine.
Slowly, I move down her body, pressing my nose against her skin as I go. I can’t be out of her reach, nor do I want to be. I just want to see what she looks like between her legs. I know what she feels like, but it smells so good I want to look.
Her legs fall open as I move down between them. Even in her sleep she’s welcoming me. Her body is already so in tune with mine that she feels safe enough to sleep while I mate her.
When I move my shoulders between her thighs, I check to make sure she’s still sleeping. Then I look back down to her pussy and see her fully on display for the first time.
“So pretty,” I whisper, and inhale her scent. She smells so good, my mouth starts watering. She’s all pink and covered in sweetness, with just a tiny patch of short blond curls above. Her pink clit is peeking out between her little folds, and I have the urge to kiss it. My mate loves it when I put my mouth on her, so I think she’ll like it if I do it down here, too. I want to give her all the pleasure I can, and I feel like this is one way I can do that.
I close my eyes and inhale again. Her scent calls to me, and being this close to her pussy has me aching. I need to taste it. She still smells just like roses, only it’s different now. There’s something deeper that makes her smell like home, too.
Opening my eyes, I lean forward, placing a small kiss on her. As soon as my lips touch her warm wet skin, my wolf growls. He wants more. Leaning closer, I settle between her open legs and open my mouth, licking her in one long stroke. Her sweetness hits my tongue and I’m instantly addicted. I start licking more and sucking her pussy lips into my mouth one at a time. I can smell my scent mixing with hers, and I taste a little of us mixed together on her. The flavor of my branding on her body excites me. I begin to suck on her, trying to get more of the flavor in my mouth. I want to devour her sweet juices like a plum. Her sugary flesh brings me nourishment.
I feel her body start t
o move under me, and I quickly hold her thighs down, not wanting her to try and close them. I hope I’m not doing it wrong, because I don’t want to stop yet.
She grips my hair tightly, and I growl against her pussy. “Mine.”
“Don’t stop, love. I’m so close,” Gwen moans, and raises her hips for me to continue.
Seeing that she likes what I’m doing, I go back to kissing and sucking. I want more of her, so I bring my fingers up, pushing inside her warmth while I drink her sweetness. My cock is envious of my hand and wants inside her body again. I keep trying to tell my wolf to be patient. We’ve got our mate and we’ll never be separated from her. We have our whole life to mate, but he’s not listening.
He begins to whine as Gwen gets closer to the edge. I’m attuned to her body, and her breathing and heartbeat tell me she’s close.
I open my mouth over her clit and suck. Her back bows off the bed, and as just the edge of my teeth nibble on it, she lets out her release and cums in my mouth.
“Xavier!” She shouts my name so loudly it echoes through the cabin. My mate is calling to me, and I break away from her pussy to bite the inside of her thigh. Her creamy flesh yields to my sharp teeth, and I taste the metallic bite of her blood as she continues to cum and call my name. My saliva penetrates her as I lick the wound, sealing my scent inside her. There will always be a scar there where I’ve marked her as mine. No one will ever dare to see it, but I’ll know it’s there. She’ll be imprinted with the symbol of my ownership until the end of time.
The thought makes my wolf howl, and I move up her body in one fluid motion. I’m inside her and thrusting hard before she can reach the end of her orgasm. Her pussy is already clenching around my cock and asking for more. I pump inside her only twice before I’m emptying myself in her tight channel. My cum leaves me quickly, wanting to breed her womb as soon as possible.
