"I haven't even started yet," he says, lifting her up by her hips and shoving his own down to meet her. They collide in a wet squelch and she gasps as she takes all of him inside her. He does this over and over, finding a rhythm that makes her body tense. He comes with a bitten-off snarl and his mouth over her neck, filling her so much that it spills out around his cock. He keeps rumbling low and his wolf takes over, the base of his cock thickening to keep his seed from leaking out.
She comes again like that, trembling and whimpering, body tightening around him, milking his cock perfectly this time. He spills into her until she's full, her womb filling up and stretching because of how full he's getting her.
He presses a hand to her stomach and she cries out at the pressure of his palm on her distended belly. It's amazing and terrifying all at once, how much control he has in this.
"Feel that?" he whispers, fascinated because this has never happened before.
Her walls tense around his cock. "Yes," she whimpers.
He groans as he pushes into her a little more, grow impossibly harder, stretching her even more than she is able to take. She moans and shakes her head. When he leans down to press kisses on her forehead, he's pleased to note that her fever is receding and she's no longer burning up.
"Erik, Erik, you feel so good, Erik," she babbles, holding him tight.
He pulls back a little and then slams into her body. He can feel his own seed inside of her, moving, squeezing, trying to go deeper. The sharp pain makes her gasp and push into him, inadvertently taking him deeper.
"You like that? Like it when I put my cock in you?" he growls, fangs lengthening with the desire to mark.
She nods, teary and embarrassed, but knowing better than to pretend she doesn't love this as much as he does.
"You're so perfect," he growls. "So perfect, dove," he rumbles, kissing every inch of her that he can reach.
She comes two more times with him rutting his knot inside her, careful not to go too deep, not to hurt her by being too rough. She doesn't seem to care for gentle, undulating her hips and tilting her head to offer her neck to him, letting him bite and mark.
She's covered in bruises by the time he's satisfied and soft enough to pull out. Even then, he pushes his fingers back inside her to plug her up, stuffing her full of his come while thinking of toys he can buy to make sure he doesn't have to worry about his come spilling out the next time they do this.
Already, he is thinking of how he can make this better for the both of them. He's eager to provide, to show her that he can be a good mate and take care of her. He licks and cleans her up after with his tongue and then, once his wolf is pushed back enough, he gets a wet towel and does it properly so she doesn't wake up sticky and uncomfortable.
If he takes special attention on her pussy, then no one's awake to judge him for it.
...
She goes back to the orphanage the next day because it's expected of her. As much as they care for each other, they're still too young. Erik is only nineteen and she's just turned eighteen.
They have all the time in the world.
Or at least, they thought they had.
A week later, the new law is passed and by the time he rushes to the orphanage, she's already gone.
Chapter Four: Class
"So, who wants to go first?" Professor Snow address the whole class.
He raises his hand automatically and is pleased to note that none of the werewolves do. The professor frowns, confused because everything he's heard about werewolves had told him that they would leap at the chance to breed hucows. They can smell her though. They know she belongs to someone. She's his. If they touch her, they're going to be answering to his pack and he's lucky there too, because his pack is strong and powerful, because he's an Alpha on his own and he can take ten werewolves his size without breaking a sweat.
"Alright, Erik. Come on up. You can break her in so that the rest of your classmates can have a go."
He would castrate them before they can get close to her. He pushes his chair back. She is trembling already, so small and frightened.
Professor Snow yanks her blanket away, showing off her nudity to everyone and briefly, he considers mauling them all. The werewolves avert their gazes politely, but the humans are salivating, several of them already hard as they imagine themselves in his shoes.
Underneath the scent of panic is her heat again, which is odd, considering he had mounted her that night already. He smells other scents on her skin too, something he chooses not to think about too much. Now that he's closer, he sees the rope burns on her wrists and ankles, bruises that would heal in hours but haven't because she's been fighting back.
Humans wouldn't have been affected by her pheromones and wolves- wolves would've known that she had been claimed already. He wonders if someone in the office had pulled some strings in order to get her here to him. A friend of the family, perhaps. His parents and siblings had been sending out her details to all their friends and relatives, hoping someone had spied her somewhere so they can bring her home safely.
His mouth goes dry when he steps closer. She smells close to her heat already. Probably because she's surrounded by people who want nothing more than to mount her.
He cups her between her legs, pressing his palm against the smooth flesh. Her inner thighs tense and she struggles to close her legs together. She's shaking her head plaintively, making pleading little noises that makes him want to hurt someone.