by Marilynn Fae
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, thrusting 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.
"Still, love. Stay still," he growls, breathless. He doesn't want to risk hurting her when their bodies are locked together like this. His legs are quivering from how much he's come. The position seems to be the best for both of them because the pleasure is most intense.
"I'm full, Master," she whimpers, reaching a hand under them, pressing it into her belly. At first, he doesn't know what she's talking about, but when she manages to grasp his hand and pull his palm towards her tummy, he feels the pronounced swelling of her belly.
"Fuck," he bites the urge to pull back. "Does it hurt, love?" he asks.
She shakes her head. "Feels full," she mewls, wriggling a little bit, trying to turn her head dow
n to see. Her ears are perked up, tail tickling his chest a little. He busies himself licking her neck, nursing the bite mark he's left on her skin. "So full, Master," she whimpers.
"I know, I know," he coos. He thought he wouldn't knot her because he's already knotted her, but clearly that's not going to be the case. She whines and writhes underneath him. "No, love. Don't struggle," he says. the movement only makes her insides clench around his cock and he swells again, stretching her even wider.
"Master," she keens.
Growling possessively, he licks the back of her neck. "Be still, love," he says through clenched teeth. He comes again. He ruts into her and fills her up even as she falls asleep underneath him, too tired to do anything but let out an occasional mewl, adorable cat ears twitching a little.
He kisses her. His hand rests on her belly. She doesn't smell pregnant, but she's ovulating and she should be carrying his pups already. He nuzzles her neck. He's going to do this right. He'll move them back to his father's place. It belongs to her, after all. And then, he's going to make sure no harm will ever come to her.
He'll make a den for her and their pups. He's going to love her and take such good care of her. He kisses her slack mouth and licks her cheeks.
"Love you, kitten," he says and smiles when she mewls at him sleepily.
Sweet little thing.
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 t
easing 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 much 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.
