by Marilynn Fae
Master mounts her over and over again. It feels like days. Her stomach is round and heavy by the time he's done and she feels too full. She feels like she's eaten too much and her stomach is all heavy and rounded. It looks kind of rounded.
It feels good. She comes and comes until she's almost asleep and Master's still not satisfied, turning her over and mounting her like that, like they've been reduced to just their animal instincts. She moans when she feels him come inside of her, and then knot her again. Master has such a thick, heavy knot. It feels a little like pain to be stretches to much. It's devastating.
She whimpers, keening as she pushes her ass back even further, taking his knot deeper. She's so slick that it's steadily dripping out of her. Or maybe she's just so full with his come that there's no more space for his come to go, so it's leaking out from her hole.
"That's it, love. You take my knot so well. It's like you were made for me," he murmurs a litany of praises that she can't really hear through the waves of pleasure crashing over her over and over again.
She's panting, fingers digging into their sheet as she feels her orgasm ebb, and then return more intense than ever. She doesn't know she's crying until he turns her chin and licks at her tears, soothing her as he pivots his hips more. He doesn't slow, not even with the knot so tight inside of her. She doesn't think he can stop even if he wants to. For an eternity, she feels nothing but the sweet roll and cresting of his pelvis, thrusts deep and as consuming and the ocean. The tidal wave of pleasure pulls and drags her and she's caught in the motions with nowhere to run.
"I know, baby. It's a lot, I know," he licks away her tears as quickly as they come. "You're so good, darling. You're taking my knot so well. Such a good little mate," he praises.
She purrs at that, pleased with doing something right.
He gentles her as she rides the high of her orgasms and relaxes underneath him. When she feels relaxed enough to sleep, she feels his hands on her breasts, cupping them and massaging them gently at first, and then plucking her nipples to jolt her awake.
"Master," she whimpers. "'m tired," she whines.
"Poor darling," he growls. "You want to sleep with my knot inside you?" he asks. "Think you could sleep with me still fucking you, love?"
She nods and mewls happily when he shifts her on the bed, putting them side by side so that he isn't putting his weight on her body and she can get comfortable. She falls asleep to the feeling of his hands on her body, his knot still thick and full inside of her body.
They don't leave the bedroom until the next day and both of them are starving. She's surprised to find the apartment in pristine condition, all the blood cleaned up, the stained carpet torn and replaced, the furniture replaced with identical sets that is indiscernible from the last except for how new they smell.
She plays with the possibility that her Master's magic before catching the scent of cleaning chemicals in the apartment.
They don't stay there for long though. He puts all her favorite clothes in a big luggage and tosses a few of his own.
"Anything else you want to bring with you, love?" he asks.
She looks around the apartment and walks into the bedroom to bring the pillow that Master sleeps on. It smells like Master and when he's not home, she likes to snuffle up with it and sleep with her nose pressed in the soft cushion.
The corner of his lip curves into a crooked grin. "That's all, love?"
She nods.
"Alright then. Let's go," he extends an hand towards her and she hugs the pillow close to her body and hurries to hold his hand with her other. Her ears are perked up happily and he pulls her in and kisses the spot between her ears. "Lovely," he murmurs, breathing in deep.
She knows she smells like shampoo right now. They had taken a bath earlier and he made love to her again. She had spilled so much come that she cries in the shower cause it's embarrassing. Master had chuckled and kissed her, telling her it's normal. There's nothing to be ashamed of.
She's still leaking a little bit as he walks out of the apartment, but not as much as earlier. It had felt disgusting when globules of his come dripped out of her hole.
The moment they climb into his car, she is yanked into his lap and he is busy mouthing her neck again. She's already healing from yesterday's wounds. The bite mark stings a little bit when Master licks over it, but she keens and tilts her head to the side anyways, letting him lick her better.
"Are you feeling sore, love? Is everything alright?" he asks.
She nods. It's nice, having her Master hold her like this. She knows he's being exceptional possessive because they're newly mated. Under normal circumstances, he would have made a nest and kept them both inside for a few days, but she thinks Master wants to leave as soon as possible because their nest isn't safe.
He brings her to a classy restaurant for breakfast and lunch, keeping her in his lap so he can keep a close eye on her and feed her. He doesn't want anyone close and he bares his lips at anyone who gets too close. It's nice. She clings to him and licks his fingers clean after every bite. It's nice that they have the room to themselves. The server only comes in to bring them more food and Master snarls at them so terrible after the first few times that they don't come in until they have plenty of food prepared and run off the moment they have everything spread out on the table in front of them.
She likes being on Master's lap. She can feel Master getting a little hard already, but they don't do anything. They're not safe here.
They spend a little while filling their bellies, and then he ushers her back into the car.
"Where are we going, Master?" she asks.
"Home."
They move into her old Master's mansion that very day, much to Melissa's delight.
It's further away from his office, further from civilization and everything, really. She wants to tell him that it's fine. He doesn't have to stay here with her, but he hasn't left her side since he mated her and she doesn't think it's possible for him to leave her on her own right now.
He wouldn't even let Melissa close to her, snarling when Melissa tried to give her a hug.
"It's fine, darling," Melissa had said with a bright smile. "The boy's being possessive," she continues like it explains why Shadow's walking up the stairs with her in his arms and is ignoring everyone else in the house.
They end up in a room that smells like Shadow, but older.
"My old room," he tells her between kisses and mounts her again before she can ask anything else. She comes apart with his names on her lips.
It doesn't matter where they are as long as she's with her Master.
Chapter Ten: End
Shadow has never liked cats. It's part of his wolf nature. The fact that this particular cat used to belong to his father doesn't make things any better. It's ever worse that she smells so good and he's tempted to rub his face over her fur.
There's something wrong with him.
He tries to hold his breath the entire drive back, but then she had woken up and mewled at him, the sound going straight to his cock and fuck- there's something fucking wrong with him. She sounds lovely, sweet and pliant and a little bit scared and he wants to let her go. He wants to stop the car and pull her into his lap, pet her until she's sweet and submissive and- Fuck.
He growls at her and tells her to shut up. She curls up, terrified out of her skin.
It's terrible. Everything is terrible. He would put her up with a pet-sitter but the old man had probably gone insane because this little kitten is worth so much money it's enough to scare his lawyers. He had to hire more and he's suppose it's about time to hire better men.
The first time she scratches him, he's upset because he wanted to let her out. He wants to touch her without having her look so damn terrified of him. She's a lovely little thing, white fur puffed up to make herself look bigger even though she's really very tiny.
He really hopes she'll warm up to him. He leaves her in the kitchen and opens a can of tuna for her, hoping that
would keep her full until he can get proper food for her. And then, he stays close and just breathes, letting the air fill with her scent and considering an appointment with a therapist because he shouldn't be feeling so peaceful just because his dead father left him a cat.
No matter how pretty the cat is.
His father left him a long letter too. It's apparently important the he read it, but Shadow has always been stubborn. He hadn't talked to the old man for a long time and if he was being honest with himself, he feels a little bit of guilt over it. He should have spent more time with the old man. Maybe visited him a little more. But he couldn't have visited even if he wanted to. For some reason, his father stopped letting any of his children or grandchildren visit a few years ago.
He glances at the kitten in the kitchen suspiciously. Surely it can't just be to hide the cat?
...
He's a fucking moron. He should have known something was wrong when his wolf smelled her and wanted her the first time he saw her. Alpha werewolves like him are very rarely alone and it is even rarely for them to be without mates.
He should have at least made sure she's comfortable. Instead, he had been so busy wallowing in his own guilt and self-pity that he kept a human girl locked up inside a cat cage for days.
She's human. Well, half-human. Mostly-human. She looks human enough and she seems to understand exactly what's happened.
She doesn't seem to be very upset about being locked up. The fearful gazes she sends his way is completely deserved, but it doesn't make it hurt any less. She's really very beautiful, all soft curves and pale skin, fluffy cat tail curled around her body protectively.
Her arms are completely normal, though her wrists are furred and there are claws at the tips of her fingers instead of fingernails. She has her claws out now, absentmindedly tearing into his couch. He would normally be more upset about ruined furniture. After all, everything in this home was picked out meticulously. It's his nest. He's comfortable here.
For some reason, he doesn't mind having her here, having her scent fill up his home and permeate the air. Melissa is fine too, but only because he grew up with her and knows she's not here to challenge him.
He breathes in deep and fills his lungs with the kitten's scent. She smells addictive, but also like grief and anxiety and a little bit like tuna because he's a fucking moron.
He feels utterly disgusted with himself. His hands tighten into fists. It all makes sense, suddenly. Why his father had suddenly turned into a recluse. He was hiding her. His father is a proud man. He would never admit the truth that he can no longer keep her safe. He's too old and towards the end, he was getting a little senile. His brain no longer works the way he wants it to and if he doesn't ban everyone from entering his home, he knows his grandchildren would swarm in and demand possession of her once he dies. The only sure way to keep her from being taken away is by keeping himself, his condition, and her hidden form the rest of the world.
They don't have to hide her now. He's not going to hide her. It's no way for someone to live. Already, he feels the urge to shelter her and giver her everything she's ever wanted in her life.
She looks young- too young. His wolf doesn't care. He wants to rubs his nose between her legs and lick her up, taste her cunt and see if she's ready be bred, ready to carry his pups. She is lovely, but he is certain that she would look even lovelier when she's all filled up, belly round with his come and carrying his pups. Her small breasts would fill up and he could suckle from them, get her ready for their pups.
Her cheeks pink and he's suddenly very aware of the sweet scent flooding the room. He's not sure if he just hasn't noticed it before or if something had triggered its release, but his cock stirs back to life as he thinks of all the things he has yet to do with her.
She climbs towards him on her hands and knees, looking like sin reincarnate. Her eyes are devastatingly beautiful, as is everything else about her. It's almost unfair. Her tail sways behind her lazily. It's almost as long as her body and is so thick with fur that it's as thick as her waist.
He is distracted by her small waist and how lovely her hips look when she's crawling towards him like this, moving from side to side. Her impossibly soft cat ears brush against his fingers and he jerks in shock. He asks Melissa what to do and his old caretaker tells him to just do what she wants.
What she wants is to have him pet her head like she's a kitten seeking affection. Maybe that's exactly what she needs. After all, she had been locked up in a cage for the past several days. Fuck. He's a fucking asshole. He runs his fingers over her head. Her hair and fur are incredibly soft. It feels like rubbing his hands on the softest stuffed animal.
Her scent goes from content to despair so abruptly that he doesn't know what to do about it at first, and then he's on his knees and holding her close. She sniffles and says something about being buried together with his father and his heart all but shatters. The poor, poor thing. He's going to take care of her now. He keeps her pinned with his body so he can rub his hands over her in a slow, calming fashion.
"It's alright," he murmurs, pressing kisses over her face, licking away her tears. "It's alright. I'm here now." And he never intends to let her go.
...
Living with her is torture of the most exquisite kind. He wants to mark her all the time. Every time he looks at her with those doe-eyes and perfect red lips, he can't resist the urge to lick up her mouth, leave his scent on her.
And then he makes the mistake of trusting the building security to keep her safe. He's lucky he has an alarm app installed on his phone that was triggered the moment someone entered his apartment, even luckier that he had gotten there in time.
His heart had rushed to his throat at the sight of her at first, blood around her neck, body prone in the floor and her heartbeat so faint that he was worried she wasn't breathing at all. Turned out the asshole was just so stupid that he put his weight on her lungs and she couldn't inhale.
He dealt with them quickly, taking them down with his claws and fangs, tearing skin and making them pay for everything they've done to her. Shadow shreds the man who had hurt his little mate. He isn't much of a challenge, both because he's older and because he's let himself grow lazy. He used to be an important man, once upon a time, but time has rendered him obsolete and he is only powerful not because he still has money.
Shadow could kill him and get away with it, but he would rather not have that sort of attention on them. He lets them go with claw marks on their faces, a mark of shame that would take extensive surgery to fix.
Afterwards, he stays and cleans her, baths her to get all the blood and the scent of the others from her skin and replace the scent with his own, licking and kissing her everywhere. He makes love to her for the first time that night, filling her up with his come and knotting her, keeping their bodies locked together.
He gets her in her original position afterwards, after he's made her come a few times so he's sure that she's relaxed and pliant. She looks good enough to eat like this and it calls out to his primal nature. His wolf wants to pin her down and rut into her like this. It had wanted to claim and knot like this earlier too, when she had gotten in position for him so perfectly. But he's so much bigger than her and he wants to make sure he's not hurting her when he knots her.
She's almost asleep when he shifts her into position, pulling her hips up and kissing her back and ass. She's so soft. With a rumbling growl, he mounts her, curling his arms around her slim waist, covering her back completely. She looks perfect like this too. Her skin is paler here, though there are some bruises on her back and around her neck. He suckles at each and every one of them, unable to resist the urge to mark over the bruises and make them his own.
"Master?" she whimpers, confused and a little bit disoriented. She's almost asleep already, snuffling her face adorably into the pillows.
"It's alright, love," he growls and lines himself up at her opening. He feels the tip go in and tightens his hold on her waist, thrust
ing hard.
She cries out, body surging forward to pull away. "Ah, ah, too deep- you're too deep, Master," she whines.
"Still, love. Still," he growls. The feeling of being enveloped in her tight heat, her walls fluttering around him, is all-encompassing. He's already come and knotted her and he shouldn't be so hard so quickly already and he shouldn't be able to knot her again, but he thinks he can. He is desperate to mate her, claim her in every way imaginable. He has never felt like this before. He moves by instinct, primal urges surging, flooding his mind. He feels like he can get deeper inside of her like this.
She whines and pushes her trembling body back against him, moving into every push of his hips deliberately. Gone is the fear and uncertainty she had displayed earlier. Her fingers claw at the sheets, shredding his mattress as he ruts into her with ferocious thrusts. She's so wet and so tight around him. The smell of sex in the air is thick and he closes his mouth over her neck.
"Still, love," he growls again, wanting deeper, needing to be deeper.
With a rumbling growl, he hauls the girl's body further under himself, his pounding hips moving faster. The pulsing throb near the base of his cock warns him that he's going to knot her again and he thinks he should pull away, but she's moaning and keening happily. "Are you knotting me again, Master?" she whines.
"Yes, love," he says and his jaws close around her neck. The wolf in him wants to bite harder, rut her again and again with his knot, but he's more than his beast and she's so small. He can feel her heart beating against his palm, erratic and rabbit-fast. He huffs and pushes the knot deeper. His orgasm is lingering at the base of his spine and when she suddenly clenches tight, his whole body spasms, the pressure releasing in a tidal wave of ecstasy. He keeps rocking his hips lightly inside of her, his entire body surging inward as he comes. It's so intense that he clutches her a little too tightly around her hips, leaving bruises there. He would feel terrible about it later, but she doesn't seem to mind too.
Just when he feels that it's almost faded, his groin clenches and another rush hits him. He thrusts him again without thinking, suckling more bruises onto the back of her neck, keeping her still. It's not something wolves do, but he's done his research and cats enjoy being held as they're mounted.
