How will he fit inside me?
“Ainslee. You’re so tiny. Too tiny.” He hissed out those words, and it was the hottest thing I’d ever heard. It was the sound of a man who lost control of himself and was letting his feral need take over. “My wolf wants you so fucking badly.” He pulled his lips back from his sharp canines. “But I’m keeping him back. This is my right, my time.” He gripped his length, and I felt my eyes widen as he started stroking himself.
From root to tip. Base to crown.
I was shaking, my body not my own, my mind crazed and starved for him. He was staring at my ass and pussy and snapped his teeth, bared his lengthened canines, reminding me what he’d be doing with them before the night was over with.
And when he fell to his knees behind me, I moaned my approval. He palmed my ass, and I lifted it higher, urging him on, pressing back even more.
“Female,” he gritted through clenched teeth. “I’m barely hanging on to my control, but when you do that, I’m about to snap.”
“Maybe I want you to snap,” I whispered, meaning those words.
“Mine,” he groaned and kept kneading my ass, over and over again. “If I thought I was mindless before, I hadn’t fully experienced what it was like to lose my mind until I found my mate.” He closed his eyes, and his nostrils flared. “I’ll try to go as slow as possible, Ainslee. I want it to be gentle, at least for this first time. At least until you’re used to my brutal passion.”
I gasped at his primal words.
I licked my lips and nodded, and he used his knee to push my legs out wider, spreading me even more. And then he leaned back and stared at my pussy.
“You’re so pink and swollen. Christ, you’re soaked, wet and dripping your need for me.” He purred. “You’re ready for me.”
My inner thighs were drenched from how primed I was for my male.
I expected him to push into me right away, but he didn’t and instead covered my back with his chest, his hands on either side of my head. I could see his muscles bulging, his biceps and forearms flexing. And then I let my head lower as I looked down the length of my body and saw his cock bobbing between his legs, so long it nearly passed his belly button.
My inner muscles clenched, and I felt myself get impossibly wetter. I was just about to moan for Luca to take me when he rose up, and I felt the bulbous tip of his cockhead notched at my entrance.
I lifted my head and stared straight ahead, holding my breath, my heart in my throat. He wasn’t even penetrating me yet, and already I could feel how wide he was, how much he’d stretch me.
With a guttural sound, he pushed in just the tip, and I instantly gasped at the discomfort, this intrusion of being penetrated for the first time. My eyes were wide, my mouth parted. He curled his hands on either side of my waist, curling his claws against my flesh, not too hard that they broke the skin, but firm enough that it was a warning not to move, that he was the one in control right now.
And with a bellow, he roared, “Mine!” and pushed his way into me in one fluid thrust.
My mouth fell open as I cried out from the foreign, intense stretching sensation of being filled to the brim. Tears spilled down my cheeks, not from the discomfort, but from how right this felt.
“Ahhh... Christ, female.” I wanted to look at him, wanted to see his expression as he finally claimed me.
But I couldn’t move, the feelings and sensations moving through me far too intense to concentrate on anything else.
And when Luca pulled back, his stiff length tunneling against my inner walls, I gasped at the feeling. His claws dug into me harder, breaking the skin, a mark I wanted. The tip of his dick was poised at my entrance one more time, but he didn’t give me a chance to inhale, to brace myself. He just pushed back inside, stretching me all over again, filling me up to the point I couldn’t breathe, my head dizzy, my heart pounding.
“Luca!” I cried out his name.
“Mine,” he roared. “Only mine.”
He fucked me in hard, unforgiving thrusts, my body shaking, my breasts swinging from his powerful motions. I curled my fingers into the ground, my nails digging into the dirt and moss. That, coupled with Luca’s hold on my waist, kept me stationed as I could do nothing but accept his plunging cock into my pussy.
“Yes,” he hissed. “Mine. Fuck, Ainslee. Fuck, baby, it’s so good.” His voice was harsh. Just like him. “So wet and tight. Jesus.”