Shifter Domination Complete Set

"There's my good girl," he says and begins to rock into her from behind.

"Oh," she gasps. "Oh, it won't- it won't fit," she cries.

"It'll fit, darling. Don't you worry," he reassures her, pulling back only to rock forward again. "You're already nice and open, my love. But first, I want you to do something for me."

"Anything," she whimpers.

"I want you to beg for it, beg me to fuck you."

She cries as he teases her.

"Come on, darling. You can do it," he coaxes.

She hiccups and whimpers as he opens her up, fingers her open as he teases the head of his cock against her slit without entering her. "Please, Daddy. I- ah- I want you."

"You want me to what, darling? Be specific."

"I want- I want you to fuck my pussy with your cock!" She sounds wrecked, tears choking her as she sobs.

"Good girl," he says, curling around her on the bed, pushing her face down and putting his weight on her as he slowly slides into her tight heat, pushing in gradually.

She twists under him, trying to both get closer and pull away. "Daddy, it's too big," she whimpers.

"I know, darling. I know," he hushes. "You're such a lovely little mate, my love. I'll have to be gentle with you, won't I?" He kisses the back of her neck and then closes his jaw over her shoulder. "Stay still," he rumbles and she grasps the sheets and attempts to drag herself out from beneath him. "You're so tight, darling. I want you to stay still," he says. "Relax. Relax. That's it," he coaxes, twisting his fingers around her long tail and pulling her up, bodily.

She yelps. "Daddy- Daddy- don't pull my tail," she cries, frantic.

"I won't if you stop struggling," he says.

She nods and he lets go, hands on her hips instead. He beings to thrust into her gain and again, sliding deeper with each thrust, hushing her when she lets out hitched sobs and clamping his sharp teeth over her neck when she tries to move away, body curling over her small frame like a big cat.

"You feel so good, baby. So perfect," he growls, pushing all the way to the hilt.

She yowls like a cat being rutted, like an animal in heat finally getting what they want and then deciding only then that she's changed her mind. She starts to struggled harder, sharp nails scratching his arms as the fur on her ears and tails bristles.

"I've got you," Derek growls, pinning her down and ignoring the gashes she's leaving on his arms. "You're mine now," he snarls, biting her shoulder hard enough to draw blood.

Erik grows hard without meaning to, his half-hard cock thickening to full-mast and getting unbearably thick again. He comes to the sound of her gasps and leaves before he can see more. There are limits to how much he can keep his wolf from attacking and he is fast reaching it.

Chapter Seven: Lure

He doesn't wait long to see her. In fact, he is at their door the very next day.

"Hello again, little one," he says when she opens the door.

Her eyes widen upon seeing him, heartbeat going rabbit quick. "I'm not- you can't be here," she says, trying to close the door in his face, a stark difference from his reception yesterday.

He places a firm hand on the door and puts on a face of mock worry. "Is anything wrong?" he asks. "Are you hurt?" he asks deliberately, knowing there are wounds on her body, but those are sexual wounds, marks made by an overenthusiastic lover.

"I'm not- nothing's wrong- you should- you should go," she stutters, trying her best to close the door. Her gaze darts from side to side, as though thinking of running away.

Her fear shouldn't be so arousing, but he thinks of her running and his Wolf is excited to give chase, tongue lolling out from the side, paws digging into the ground. "You smell like you've been hurt," he says.

She shakes her head. "I haven't. I'm fine, Mr. Hunter. Please, please leave," she pleads, looking down on her feet, fear and anxiety making her even smaller, even more desirable.

"You don't smell fine," he says. He walks up to her, keeping her from being able to close the door on him. Up close, her scent is even more potent, like sweet honey and warm tea on a rainy day. He thinks of the best way to approach this and decides to go straight into things. "I heard you yesterday," he says. "You were crying for your 'Daddy' to stop."

She flushes a bright red and her lips part and close a few times, like she is having difficulty understanding what he's saying.