by Golden Angel
For once, she and the thing inside of her head were in perfect agreement. They both wanted to cover him in their scent. Be covered in his delicious scent. And, most importantly, get that cherry plucked.
Of course, after that, their goals differed. Bethany considered Steele to be her first, not her last, which made the thing inside of her whine plaintively whenever she thought about it. But it wasn't like she let it rule her life. It would just have to deal.
All rational thought fled as Steele suddenly took over. Bethany went from being the aggressor to finding herself drowning in a seriously deep, hot kiss. Mr. Dominant-Even-When-Surprised walked her over to the couch and pressed her down onto it. His body was deliciously heavy on top of hers, his scent filling her nose and somehow becoming sweeter... the thing inside of her knew that the extra sweetness was his arousal. For once, it didn't bother her to have the thing's presence in her head, giving her information.
If she hadn't been so turned on, she would have giggled when Steele pulled down the top of her sundress and found her to be braless... the big badass practically whimpered as he tore himself away from her mouth so that he could look at her bare breasts, leaving her lips feeling swollen from his kisses. Her nipples were swollen too, hard little points like diamonds standing up and begging to be touched, pinched, and sucked. When he glanced downward to see that her skirt had ridden up, showing off her naked bottom half and her freshly shaved pussy, he actually did whimper.
It really should have been funny, but Bethany was so overwhelmed by the need pulsing through her body that she didn't find it funny at all. Nope, she was just pissed that he'd stopped!
"Do me!" She reached for him, practically snarling when he pulled away.
"Bethany, baby, have you thought this through?" he asked, even though she could tell him it pained him to pose the question. His hands on her hips kept her body pressed down and away from him as he hovered above her.
Rolling her eyes, she reached up and cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples and moaning at the fantastic sensation that went straight down to her pussy. His eyes practically bulged. Fuck yeah, Mr. Trying-to-Hold-Out-On-Me, take that! "What does it look like Steele? Now, DO ME!"
"Bethany, I don't want to take advantage of you because of the mating call-"
"If you aren't going to do me, I'll go find someone else who will!"
That got a reaction; the growl that came from deep inside Steele's chest made her shiver in excitement and she rolled her nipples between her fingers, arching up in front of him as her insides throbbed with wet heat.
"Do me, do me, do me!"
"Dammit woman, we need to work on your dirty talk!"
Bethany smirked as he tore open the front of his pants, his thick, long cock popping out immediately. The plum head bobbed, an angry red, looking like it was seeking her pussy. She was so wet, so ready for him, so needy, that she'd never wanted anything more than this in her life. So he wanted dirty talk huh?
"Fuck me, Steele, I want your big, hard cock so deep inside me-"
His howl cut her off as he gripped her hips and thrust straight into her untried channel. Bethany screamed in both lustful triumph and pain as her hymen tore and her tissues stretched around his thick girth. It hurt, but she was so wet and so turned on that it felt good too... a good pain, like when she cracked her neck or stretched out a cramp. But way, way, way better. He froze, deep inside of her, so thick and hard and throbbing, completely unfamiliar and yet so damn right.
"You're a fucking virgin!"
"Was," she replied, gripping his shoulders and clamping her legs around the back of his as he jerked - she wasn't quite ready for him to move yet, her body was still adjusting to having such a large object shoved inside of her. "I was a virgin. Being in captivity didn't exactly provide a lot of opportunities for me to change that."
The expression on his face said it all - he hadn't thought. He looked kind of horrified actually, but considering the awe she'd heard in his voice when he'd realized her pure (well, not so pure anymore) state, she chalked the horror up to the reminder of her captivity.
She couldn't really spare an extra thought for him right now though, she was too busy processing all the new sensations. Having something inside of her was strange. Her inner muscles felt tight and stretched almost to the point of pain - but fortunately he was now holding himself very, very still inside of her so that she could get used to the new proportions of her pussy. Full... she was so very full, in such a good way, and she could feel every inch of him inside of her as her muscles rippled around him. He shuddered on top of her and that felt good too.
With an animal growl, his arms tightened around her and Bethany found herself being lifted in the air, gravity pulling her even more firmly onto his upright cock. She grabbed at his shoulders, squeaking in surprise.
"What are you doing?"
Face like a thundercloud, Mr. I'm-Grumpy-Even-When-I'm-Inside-You started walking towards the back of the house. "Your first time is not going to be on a couch, dammit. It's going to be on a bed."
Eyes crossing, Bethany could barely concentrate on his words. Walking made him rock, and even though he was holding her very still and her legs were wrapped around his waist, his cock was still making very small but very pleasurable movements inside of her. With every step, her clit rubbed against his front and his wiry chest hair rasped over her sensitive nipples. Her body was becoming accustomed to his cock as well; her pussy had slicked his entire length and her muscles no longer felt so tight and constraining.
Instead of responding, she moaned, which made his cock jerk inside of her, and then she was falling onto a soft surface. She was so surprised that her arms actually let go of his neck and she found herself on a bed, her butt resting on the edge, with Steele standing between her thighs, still buried deep inside of her.
His black eyes were shiny and hot as he drank in the sight of her on her back before him, her breasts and hard, pink nipples pointing up at the ceiling, her sundress around her waist, and his cock buried to the hilt in her pussy. Arching, Bethany thrust her breasts upwards, reveling in her sexual power as the heat in his eyes flared and he grabbed onto her hips.
"Goddammit, Bethany," he growled as he pulled out and then thrust back in, not quite gently but definitely not roughly either. Bethany's breath caught in her throat. Holy hell that felt good. Even better than the little movements while he'd been walking. She swore she could feel even millimeter of his thick cock as it dragged along her insides, awakening her sensitive nerve endings, and sending hot pleasure coursing through her. "I'm trying to control myself but you feel... so... fucking... good..."
He punctuated the last four words with thrusts that had her writhing and reaching for him. Both she and the thing inside of her wanted to touch him, to run her hands all over his body, and neither was happy that he'd completely taken over. Even if it did turn her on to look up and see him standing over her, looming in a dominant manner that made her arch again, showing him her neck. She didn't even know why she did it - it just felt right.
Steele's eyes flashed amber and Bethany shuddered around his cock as she realized she'd just gotten the first glimpse of his wolf. That told her how close he really was to losing control, how much she aroused him, and how much power she really had, even if he was the one running the show. Wickedly, she licked her lips, lifting her hands to her breasts to squeeze the soft mounds and pinch her nipples again, while she stared him directly in the eye. She felt simultaneously brazen and vulnerable as she did so, and she was immediately rewarded as the amber in his eyes bled through their usual dark color, his fingers tightening around her hips as he started thrusting... so hard... so fast... so deep.
Pleasure rose as she pinched her nipples, rolling them through her fingers while he rode her, his groin rubbing against her clit and pussy lips with every thrust, his fingers digging into her soft flesh... he leaned over her and his tongue flicked out to lick the exposed tip of her right nipple. Driving into her, the growling nois
es that Steele was making became even louder, vibrating through her and adding to the erotic sensations. When he leaned over again, Bethany reached up and grabbed him, pulling his upper body down over hers so that she could nibble on his shoulder... his neck... his earlobe.
She rubbed her face against him, marking him with her scent, her instincts driving her as her orgasm flickered just out of reach. Her gums burned as her canines lengthened, the thing inside of her rising in joyous freedom, because Bethany was too lost in her body to control it.
Mate! Mine!
Quick as a snake, she latched onto his neck and her teeth sank into his flesh, just as her pussy began to quiver around him in glorious ecstasy.
******
Despite the urgent insistence of his wolf, Steele had promised himself he would not mate Bethany. Not yet. Not during her first time with him, when she'd made herself so clear before. She still needed time to come to grips with her new circumstances, her brothers’ departure, her sister's injection of the serum that had changed her and the rest of her family, and the knowledge that she was his mate. This was just the first step.
That's why he'd decided to stay standing when he'd brought her into the guest bedroom. Being able to look down at her gorgeous, petite, curvy body and see his cock sliding in and out of her pink pussy, slightly streaked with the red blood of her virginity - which made both him and his wolf want to howl in triumph - had just been a bonus. But then she'd started playing with her nipples and he'd just had to lean down for a lick. They'd skipped foreplay, something which he would remedy later, but her pretty, pink nipples were so tempting while she'd pinched and rolled them that he hadn't been able to help himself.
When she'd grabbed onto his neck, his wolf had started to go insane inside of his head, demanding that he mark her - that distraction was probably the only thing that had kept him from coming when she'd sucked his earlobe between her lips and nibbled on it. His knees had practically buckled when she'd done that. And then she'd started scent-marking him. Her eyes had stayed blue, but he'd been able to smell the strange, hybrid animal inside of her as it marked him, rubbing her musky-sweet scent all over his neck, and he'd known it was taking over.
He'd been about to pull back, knowing that he wouldn't be able to keep his wolf in check much longer, when she suddenly bit his neck.
Mate! Mark! She marked!
His wolf surged forward - Steele too shocked to stop him, and his wolf too overjoyed to be contained. His teeth were sinking into the same spot on her neck before he could blink, and then they were both cumming together... the taste of her blood on his tongue setting off the most intense orgasm of his life. It felt like his very soul was draining out of him and into her... but then like he was being filled back up, with something even more satisfying... something more complete. He'd never realized that something was missing from himself, but now he knew that Bethany was a part of him and nothing could ever change that.
With his mating a resounding success, his wolf subsided happily, his teeth shrinking back to their normal size. He knew the marks on his and Bethany's necks would already be scarring over rather than healing, the way normal wounds did. His wolf shivered in happiness as it noted Bethany's new scent, which had a heavy dose of his own now interlaced through it, just as his would now include hers. The complexity of their combined scents would signal to all shifters know that they were mated, like an olfactory warning.
He'd expected to feel a little trapped, even though he thought he'd been handling the appearance of his mate pretty well since he'd never wanted one. Despite his acceptance of the situation, he hadn't expected to feel so good once it happened. So content. So relaxed. As if everything was right with the world.
Propping himself onto his elbows, he smiled down at his mate, who was still flushed and dazed looking from the pleasure. He brushed a kiss over her swollen lips, basking with smug pride at the look of satiated satisfaction on her face.
Her first words knocked the smile right off his lips.
******
"Wow... that was more fun than I thought it would be."
Mr. Smug-and-Still-Kinda-Hard's smile slipped away and turned to a frown as he looked down at her, his cock flexing inside of her and making her feel even more uncomfortable. Not physically. Physically, she was sore but feeling wonderful, her limbs were all limp and her body was flushed with a pleasant afterglow; even the thing inside of her was happy. Emotionally, however, Bethany was not as happy as her inner monster. She felt awkward and off-balance.
Somehow, when she'd been thinking about getting her cherry popped, she'd never really thought about what came afterwards. What was she supposed to say now? Thank you? You rocked my world? The latter was definitely true, but for some reason she didn't want to say it. Just thinking it made her feel vulnerable... because she might not have much experience, but she knew damn well that was not a typical first time. It wasn't even a typical multi-time. Whatever had happened, there at the end... that went out of the bounds of anything that had ever been described to her.
The hurt look that Steele gave her made her wince, but before she could think of something else to say, that expression had already melted away to a much more mischievous, plotting one.
"Fun, hmmm?" he asked, practically purring as he rocked his body against hers. Bethany gasped, her fingers coming up to grasp his biceps as an aftershock of ecstasy rippled through her, her swollen and sensitive clit tingling from the contact. "I can show you a lot of fun, sweetheart. We can have fun all night."
Her body was screaming ‘Hell Yeah!’ but her mind was already throwing up warning signals. Not just because of the way Mr. Cocky-and-Proud-of-It was looking at her so possessively, but also because the monster inside of her was rolling around happily. She didn't trust the thing - how could she? It was unnatural; it wasn't a real part of her, it had been created in a lab, so how could she trust any of what it wanted? Having sex with him was one thing, but it wanted her to stay all night, not just for sex, but for cuddling and sleeping. It wanted her to stay all night, every night.
No. Just hell no.
She had a lot of living that she planned on doing, and she didn't care what the thing wanted - its desires and hers were not one and the same on most things. Even if Steele did smell even better than before and even if her body was already aching to see what else he could do.
Fortunately, she was given a bit of relief when he suddenly lifted his head and sniffed the air. "Shit! The potatoes!"
And just like that, Bethany found herself alone, on her back, and still half-naked. Her body immediately felt his loss, even as she giggled at the way he'd bolted. Now that he'd said something, she could smell the potatoes too - they'd be a little crispy on the outside, but not truly burnt. She was actually thankful to some damned potatoes because they'd given her the opportunity to collect herself.
She could hear Steele moving around in the kitchen while she went to the bathroom to clean herself up. The cum sliding down her leg was something else she hadn't thought about. Next time, she was definitely wearing panties, or at least bringing some with her. Catching herself humming as she fantasized about the next time with Steele while she washed her hands, Bethany scowled at herself in the mirror.
There would be no next time with Steele, dammit. The guy was way too possessive already, and once she made it clear that she'd just used him to get her cherry popped, she doubted he'd want much to do with her anyway. He obviously believed in this whole mate thing, but she doubted it would survive such a direct hit to his male pride. Strangely, it hurt to think that he wouldn't be interested in her again after tonight.
Which was so stupid. It wasn't like they really knew each other. Okay, so he was hot as hell, an experienced and talented soldier, smart enough to run a whole pack, and a good leader, but knowing about him wasn't the same as knowing him. Plus he was also arrogant, bossy, and way too demanding. And the monster inside her liked him, which was a huge mark against him, even though that wasn't really his fault.
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Having determined her course of action, Bethany marched out of the bathroom, ready to thank him for popping her cherry and let him know she wouldn't be staying for dinner. After all, having dinner would just confuse the issue - she'd wanted him for sex, and now that she'd gotten it, she needed to leave.
Instead, she skidded to a halt as she came into the main room. Steele had lit the candles on the table and the dinner was already laid out on plates. Her stomach rumbled as the smell of steak wafted towards her - a perfect medium-rare. Mr. Not-Just-A-Sex-God-But-Also-A-Cook was pouring wine into the wine glasses next to their plates. He looked up and smiled at her, apparently completely relaxed.
"I hope you're hungry," he said. His eyes roved over her body, making her acutely aware of the pleasant soreness between her thighs, and giving double meaning to his next words. "I know I'm starving."
Chapter 4
Watching Bethany dig into her dinner, Steele couldn't help but smile. That had been a close call, but he'd won that round. He could tell she'd been seconds from bolting out the door; it had been written in every line of her body. Although he knew she had bear and turtle in her, she'd been acting more like a rabbit - ready to bolt. Despite the fact that she'd mated him - and he was pretty sure she had no idea that's what she'd done - she didn't seem all that in tune with her animal side. Now that they were mated, they should start to be able to feel each other's emotions as the bond between them strengthened, but he could barely pick up a glimmer of hers.
Was it because she was a hybrid or because her shifter genes had been awakened unnaturally? Or was it because she'd never been around other shifters before? Or was it because she didn't realize that she'd bonded them?
Steele wasn't sure, and he doubted she realized how much she had acted like a prey animal when she'd first come into the main room. Her big blue eyes had been huge in her pale face, and when he'd made the casual remark about being hungry, he'd actually seen her hesitate. Taking it back to sex had actually seemed to make her more comfortable. Eventually she'd realize that he wanted a hell of a lot more than sex from her though. Coming together physically would help strengthen the bond too, because her guard would be down then.
