Precious

by Marilynn Fae

  He groans, lips moving down the smooth curve of her neck, sucking fresh red bruises in his wake. She's absolutely perfect, her skin soft to his calloused fingers, a contrast that she must be feeling vividly judging by the way she's rocking into his touch, drenched and eager, body wracked with shivering.

  "Please," she whimpers, hips rolling with desperation as she throws her head back and whines.

  And he hasn't even done anything beyond kissing her. He tugs his boxers down, cock springing free from it's constraints. "Sweet little thing," he growls, biting his tongue from continuing. He's never cursed in front of her before, not wanting her to pick up the words. He licks at her skin, tasting the slightly salty tang of sweet and something else beneath that is completely her, so perfect and delicate.

  "I want- I want-" she breathes, hands going between her legs, rubbing the ache there when he doesn't move quickly enough.

  He lets her finger herself open, mouthing and sucking her nipple to elicit desperate little moans from her parted lips. It makes her tremble and cry out, her hands stopping like she can't control her movement when he's doing this. He feels as though he can get drunk just from kissing her. She thrusts her chest up, offering her breasts to him and he has to pin her down with his hands on her waist. "Shh... Slowly, love. Slowly," he coaxes, trying to get her to relax a little.

  He wants to make this good for her, wants her to come undone on his fingers, his tongue, his cock. "Please, please," she chants and he chuckles, rumbling like thunder, his wolf so close to the surface that he worries about shifting. He's never lost control of his animal before, not even during a hunt.

  "Pretty little thing," he rumbles. "You don't even know what you want."

  "You," she answers so quickly that he can't help from surging up to capture her lips, kissing her until she is moaning into his mouth. His fingers play with her nipples, pinching and plucking them lazily, getting her wet without touching her pussy at all.

  He's so much bigger than her, a grown wolf while she's slender and small, still growing. Fuck. He shouldn't-

  Her fingers grasp around his cock and he growls, deep and loud as he presses into his touch immediately. "Oh," she whimpers. "You're- you're so big," she says, peering down and seeing his cock for the first time. She can't even get her fingers around him completely.

  "Fuck," he growls, fingers touching between her legs in return. She cries out, shrill and loud, bucking into his touch immediately. Two fingers dip and then slide up into her and she reacts by tightening her grip around his cock.

  His jaw clenches tightly, eyes close to a half mast. He feels as dazed as she looks. He cups her face, his palm large enough to cover half of her head. She's so fucking tiny.

  He kisses all over her, fingers moving in and out, opening her up and feeling her slick insides. Her walls clench around his two fingers, like that's all she can take. He pushes a third finger in, knowing he would need to make her take at least four fingers before even attempting to fuck her.

  She trembles, one hand on his shoulder while the other is still clutching his cock, gripping a touch too tightly.

  Her eyes clench shut when he tries to get a third finger in and he loses patience, pulling back and throwing her legs over his shoulders.

  "What're you- Oh!" she gasps, heels digging into his shoulders as he begins to lick up her pussy. She's so wet down here, her clit engorged and yet still so tiny and pink. He kisses it and sucks it into his mouth, teasing with his tongue before licking down to slide his wet tongue in her hole. "Ah- ah- ah-," she gasps, head pressing into the pillow.

  She makes such a lovely sight, keening so desperately, still so inexperienced that she doesn't really know what to do with her body. Her hands clench tightly on the sheets, lush lips parted in sweet little gasps.

  "Daddy," she whines, trying to push herself up and reach for him.

  He complies readily, pulling himself up so that he is level with her body, lining them up so that the head of his cock is pressed against her heat.

  She tries to push herself up and meet him halfway, wanting him inside her already.

  "Slowly darling," he murmurs. "I've got you. I don't want to hurt you, love."

  "You won't," she says. "I won't break, Daddy," she says, jutting her chin up. Pride is good look on her. His wolf takes it as a challenge and he bares his teeth, letting a rumbling growl out from his lungs as he presses up and pushes her waist down, increasing the pressure carefully, pushing the head of his cock at the opening, trying to breach her tight heat.

  She trembles and the prideful look shatters, replaced by something closer to fear. "I've got you," he finds himself repeating, trying to reassure her. He'll never hurt her, but this being her first time, he's worried that he would still cause her a little pain regardless of his feelings. He cradles the back of her head and tilts her head up, letting her hide her face in his neck, breath coming out in short puffs of heat against his skin.

  "It's too big," she breathes, teeth sinking into the nape of his neck.

  For a second, he worries that she's right and he wouldn't be able to fit inside her at all. But then, with a sudden unexpected rush, it does, the round head of his cock pushing into her hole, breaching her tight wall and filling her up inside. Her blunt teeth bites down hard, hiding a soft, sweet whimper. He growls, holding her still when she tries to pull away and escape the sudden stretch.

  "Shh... Be still, love. I've got you," he coos, mouthing at her delicate neck, licking and sucking, fingers teasing her nipples to distract her from the stretch of his cock inside of her tight walls. She arches into his touch, mewling sweetly, her walls tight around him. He feels her body clench around his cock, her thighs hugging her tight, ankles locked together as she tries to make herself take him deeper despite the stretch.

  "I love you," she whispers. She's making terrible sounds, high whimpering sobbing as tears trickle down her face. It makes his heart clench with worry, but he knows she's not crying from pain. At least not wholly because of the stretch of his cock inside of her. He licks up the tears on her cheeks, hushing her with low growls that he hopes sound soothing rather than frightening. Then again, she has never been scared of him before.

  "I love you," he says, rocking up and pulling back in small increments, getting deeper with each thrust, letting her body get used to his stretch. He worries about hurting her. She's so small, so innocent and lovely. He holds her close and kisses her as he thrusts in with a sharp push and breaks her hymen, swallowing her sharp whimper. "It's alright," he says, pulling out and kissing all over her face. "It's alright, love."

  To his surprise, she moans and pushes up a little bit harder, trying to get him deeper straight away. The unexpected fullness makes him growl, blood rushing to his cock, making him harder inside of her, filling up every inch of space in her tight heat.

  "Fuck," he growls. "Love, slow," he tells her, his words punched out of his gut.

  She clutches his shoulders for balance as she pushes herself up, taking his cock deeper. "Please," she cries.

  "Slutty little thing," he can't help but say and growls at the way she tense around him, her walls clenching tight at his dirty talk, as if she likes it.

  "Daddy, please," she whines, the sweetness of the words making him growl and tense, thrust into her harsher because he can hardly help himself. She' so perfect and sweet, so soft and willing underneath him, smelling like desire and arousal and everything that's perfect.

  "My sweet little slut," he says. "You want this, don't you? Want Daddy to fill up your tight cunt?" It feels both wrong and so perfectly right to talk dirty to her like this.

  She blushes, cheeks red with embarrassment as she nods.

  It's her expression that makes him come, driving home one last time and taking her hips, holding her in place so he can sink as far as possible into her. He holds herself there as he groans out, feeling his cock beginning to fill up and his come spilling into her tight heat, filling her up.

  It makes her come too, crying a
nd gasping, her body shaking as she comes undone on his cock, his come, on the feeling of him filling up her womb and breeding her full. He groans, holding her still, mouthing at her neck and sucking savage red marks all over her creamy pale skin.

  When his knot begins to fill out, she starts struggling, eyes more aware as she blinks up at him, tears dripping down the sides of her face. She pushes against his chest weakly, confused as she looks down at where their bodies are joined, not understanding what's changed, why she's feeling even more full with his cock inside of her even though he's been fucking her all this time.

  "Ah, Daddy- Daddy, what's-" she whimpers, her voice breaking as she shakes under him.

  "It's my knot, darling," he explains. "It's okay," he hushes when she tries to pull away weakly. He holds her wrists and pins them above her when she tries to push at his hips, sharp nails scratching his hips. As much as he likes having her mark him up, he would very much have her soft and sweet under him still. "It's okay. It just means you're mine now," he says, raining soft sweet kisses on her face as she starts to cry.

  She nods, whimpering so sweetly. The knot would hurt if she tries to pull herself free, so he keeps her still, pinning her down with the weight of his body on top of hers without crushing her.

  "I'm going to take such good care of you, love. Breed you nice and full so you can carry our cubs," he promises, hands gripping her wrists.

  "I- No, Daddy," she whines, eyes so lovely with tears.

  He's aware she has her own future planned out already, finishing med school and making a name for herself in a community of Shifters who had looked down on her her entire life just because she's human, but he doesn't want that for her. He wants her safe at home where he can take care of her.

  The world is a dangerous place. He knows that better than anyone. The only reason why he's never argued with her about her medical degree is because it's one of the safest professions she could get, but he still worries. He worries about her whenever he lets her out of his sight.

  He's obsessed.

  He comes again with his knot inside of her, thick and throbbing, filling her up with little jerks of his hips that makes her keen and whimper louder.

  "Shh..." he coos, holding her still. "I'll take care of you, love. There's nothing you need to worry about."

  "I- You already take care of me, Daddy," she whispers.

  He holds her close and comes inside her again.

  Chapter Five: Morning

  When he wakes, a part of him expects all of yesterday to be a vivid dream and nothing more. It becomes clear that it's not because she's sprawled up on top of him, so sweet and soft still, nuzzling up to him like an affectionate little cub.

  They're sticky with sweat and come and he is a little annoyed at himself for not having the foresight to clean her up. He shifts her carefully so that she's no longer laying on top of him so she doesn't fall off even though she's all sweet and soft and still groggy from sleep. She whines, unhappy to be moved at all, but he knows she'll be more upset if she wakes up with come sticking to her skin. His pampered pup hated being dirty.

  "No," she mumbles, frowning without opening her eyes.

  She's such a small thing, barely weighing anything in his arms. He knows it's his wolf strength that makes it easier for him to move her around. The thought that she would never be able to overpower him makes his cock twitch.

  He kisses her forehead and considers covering her with a blanket before deciding against it, liking the way her body looks like this.

  He returns to the room with a warm, wet towel and wipes down her stomach and between her legs, where come is still dripping a little out from between her wet pussy lips. He admires the bare skin on display, so fine and perfect, the red marks he's left on her skin with his mouth and his hands. It makes his mouth water.

  Unable to help himself, he leans up and licks between them, gingerly lifting her legs to rest on his shoulders as he licks into her pussy lips and cleans her with his tongue.

  She makes an unhappy little noise and tries to close them in reaction, but she's mostly asleep still, her eyes hazy when she blinks down at him, not quite understanding what's happening. He licks up her clit and her reaction is immediate, breath hitching as her muscles tense.

  "Daddy, wha- wuh?" The rest of her words are lost in breathless whimpers.

  "I'm just going to get you all cleaned up, love," he hums. He's already hard again, the smell of her more than enough to make his cock erect and throb.

  When she sees the length of him in the morning, she tries to escape, pulling away with her heels digging into the plush mattress. "No, no," she whines, still mostly asleep.

  He reaches out a hand and wraps it around her waist, tugging her in. "You don't want this, love?" he asks, lining his cock to her opening, sliding it up and down between her wet pussy lips.

  She whimpers, cheeks burning red. "I- I-" she stutters, looking confused.

  He doesn't wait for an answer, slamming home inside of her. She's beautiful when she cries and he pins her down, fucking into her soft hole so roughly that the entire bed shakes. It's easier for him to fuck her when she's like this, half asleep and body still so impossible soft.

  She's still so tight and perfect, the slick pressure around his cock tempting him to come already.

  "Lovely little mate," he croons down at his crying mate, knowing she belongs to him now. She smells mated, smells like his and no one would dare try to take her away from him. He licks up her chin and cheek, tasting the fine salt of sweat and tears. "That's it. Feels good, doesn't it, love?" he prompts, hammering into the wet heat, pumping hard as sweat gathered on his own brow from the effort of keeping up the pace he had set on his own while making sure he's not hurting her, breathing in the scent of her confused arousal greedily.

  Panting, he looks down at his pup, watching her body bouncing with each slam, her full breasts bouncing prettily. He palms them, pinching her nipples to elicit shrill moans from her kiss-swollen lips. He kisses her lips again, unable to hold himself back.

  "I love you," he promises. "I'll always love you."

  She comes with a moan, head thrown back as her body clenches around his cock and he knots her again, locking their bodies together. Her thighs quiver as she lays slack on the bed, panting and crying quietly from overstimulation. He rubs her clit and she cries harder. "No, stop, stop please," she whines, but for all her mewls of protest, her hips rock upwards to take him deeper as his knot pulses inside of her, filling her with more come.

  "That's it, love. You're so good. It's like you're made for me, for his."

  She whimpers and nods. "Love you, Daddy," she says softly.

  When he kisses her again, her mouth is slack and willing, letting him taste every inch of her. He imagines getting her used to the feeling of his knot inside of her, making getting her to take one of those specialty plugs that would keep his seed in her for the whole day.

  He does get around to cleaning her up, but only in the bathroom and he fucked her again in the tub, filling her up until he can almost feel her stomach growing heavy with it.

  He doesn't let her out of the house for two days afterwards, fully intent on having her in every way possible.

  Chapter Six: Love

  Anya loves her brother more than she's ever loved anything or anyone in her entire life. He makes it so easy.

  She doesn't know when she's first had thoughts about being her brother's mate, but it only takes her a few seconds to work through her feelings and accept them. They're not related by blood and he's not her actual brother.

  When she's sixteen, she finds a boy who kind of reminds her of her brother and asks him if he would like to come on her ass. She doesn't ask quite so crudely, of course. Rather, she has been working on him for days prior, eyeing him suggestively while biting her lower lip whenever they cross path, dropping hints about how she would like to lose her virginity to someone like him, only to panic the last second and request that he come on her panties instead.r />
  It's easy to feign interest. She just has to pretend she's looking at Will when he catches her eye and she knows desire would seep into his scent.

  He couldn't believe his luck. If he was a little rough in handling her, she didn't really mind. She insisted on having him come on her back because that way, she can imagine that it's Wills hands on her hips, gripping her so hard he's leaving bruises on her skin. She doesn't let him kiss her though. She's saving that for Will.

  Her brother's reaction was perfect. She didn't think he would be back so soon but it's even better because he was furious. He was worried at first that someone had taken advantage of her, but when it was clear she wanted it, he caved immediately and spent no time consoling her when she summoned up crocodile tears about it not being pleasant for her.

  It had been... satisfactory. He'd fingered her and played with her nipples in the empty classroom, but his touch was inexperienced and his groaning was too distracting, especially since she knows her brother's voice wouldn't break in the middle of his groaning.

  In any case, it gave her an excuse to cling to Will and call him 'Daddy' again. She knows it gets to him. He always has this look in his eyes, like he wants to pounce on her and it's taking everything in his power to keep himself from surrendering to his basal instincts.

  The girls in her school are kind of obsessed with him and she can't really blame them. Will is ridiculous hot and the few times he came to pick her up, they tried to casually stand closer to her in the hopes of being introduced, but Will only ever has eyes on her and can't wait to take her home so she would stop smelling like other people.

  Will is somewhat obsessed with her scent and she's gotten so used to it that she doesn't even question that he scents her before going to sleep at night. She thinks he doesn't question it either. Except she knows normal families don't scent each other. She's only seen couples do it.

  She gets a boyfriend in University because it feels like the normal thing to do and Will had been getting worried about her being single for such a long time. He was worried that moving her to a different location would cause her to be alienated, but there are so many new people in University that it's impossible for her to be completely alone. There are other humans too, a few seniors who introduced themselves and offered their help. It's nice.