Alpha Werewolf Complete Set

"Shh... It's alright," he says and

rumbles with pleasure when she goes still at the sound of his voice. The rag in her mouth keeps her from talking but her scent relaxes a little. This close, he can pick up other scents from her, smell that she's been taken by others.

It makes his wolf surge up in panic. She's such a sensitive, delicate thing. He grits his teeth, parting her soft folds. He can't help but be reminded of their first time together. She murmurs something through the gag that he can't hear, and then her whole body seizes like someone had taken an electric prod to her skin when he closes his mouth over her hole, licking and cleaning her up from the inside, fingers sliding in and curving as he pulls his fingers out, trying to get rid of the unfamiliar scents clinging to her skin.

She cries through the blindfold, either from the humiliation of being fingered with someone staring at her or because she's feeling overwhelmed already from just having his fingers and tongue inside her tight heat.

She whines pitifully, hips arching, yanking the bondage that is keeping her still.

"Good, Erik. Very good. She's responding perfectly."

The sound of the professor makes her tense, but then she must have heard his name because her entire body shudders and relaxes. He continues stimulating her clit, using his thumb to tease the labia.

She's gasping loudly now, hips undulating and rocking into the sensation.

"Get on with it already," one of the humans call out and she freezes upon hearing the unfamiliar voice.

The wolves in the room growl him into submission and the professor laughs, though it's awkward and a little frightened now, as though he hasn't noticed before this that he's in a room full of predators and he's just a weak little human. It's easy to forget because of how things are now, but Erik is confident that will change soon.

The smell of strangers- of other men's come on her skin makes him seethe. His cock is flushed full and hard, and she's so wet, already slick all over and ready for him. He knows the scent well. It still clings to his sheets and he lets it lure him to sleep most nights.

He tries to go slow, tries not to punch his fingers in and out of her so hard that he'll accidentally hurt her, but it feels as though every time he manages to get an unfamiliar scent out of her body, he catches another. He doesn't even notice that he's gotten four fingers inside her until she cries out at the stretch that his thumb is causing. He's pushing all his fingers in gradually, twisting and turning his hand and penetrating her tight wall.

It takes a little while and a good deal of licking at her pussy, but he manages to do it eventually, push his entire fist into her tight hole. He lets his fingers spread out inside her and pulls out, relishing in the little gasping noises that she's making, and then he's doing it again and again, fisting her tight pussy and making her take it. Her muscles clench around his fingers, the leather and steel chains clanking when she seizes and tries to pull away from him.

He dips his head between her legs, kissing and licking her clit.

She comes with his fist inside her, walls clenching and body tensing. He pulls his hand out and climbs onto the bed, ignoring the way everyone is looking at them because they don't matter.

He tries to go slow, but he's frustrated that he can't get all of the stranger's scents from her skin. He looks up and accidentally locks eyes with Professor Snow. He doesn't even attempt to hide his wolf then, pulling his upper lip back to snarl at the man. His eyes are probably more wolf than man now and he is pinning her down and hiding her with the bulk of his body.

Shes crying now, tears spilling down her cheeks and soaking the blindfold around her eyes. He can smell the salt drenching the cloth. He's been around her long enough that he knows she's crying out of frustration. She's rocking up against his hips, wanting to hurry him along and he exhales harshly against her exposed neck, biting down and growling to keep her still. He frees his cock easily and groans when he finally sinks into her hole, fucks into her until he's filling her all the way in.

He is well-aware that they are being watched, that some of the guys have taken out their phones and are taking videos of him fucking her. A public mating would keep the other wolves away and lets everyone know just who she belongs to.

She's so stretched and ready for him that he is able to rock into his cock easily, sinking in and pulling out with smooth motions that makes her whine and cry out through the gag in her mouth. He finds a rhythm that makes her whine and her walls tighten around him.

Leaning in, he kisses her cheeks, licking new tears. "It's going to be alright, dove. I'm here now," he says, hands rubbing up and down her naked body, leaning down and shielding her so that the others would not be able to see her so clearly. She's his, after all. His and his pack's to share. These men don't deserve to even look at her.

He comes with a snarl and a low rumble that vibrates through the walls and makes the whole room shake. The wolves around him bow their heads, exposing their necks to show that they aren't a threat to him.

He doesn't have to worry about knotting her here because his wolf knows they're not safe. They're surrounded by enemies and he won't be able to keep her safe if he knots her. His wolf knows better than to lock them together now, no matter how much he wants to wash her in his scent and take her away.

She doesn't like that he's not knotting her though, whining and twitching up like she's able to keep him inside if she tries hard enough.

He carefully claws through the gag around her mouth, pulling it from her parted lips with gentle, coaxing motions because he can see that even though she's been whimpering and crying, her mouth has gone dry, like they haven't bothered giving her water. It sticks to her tongue and the inside of her mouth.

She cries a little as he gets it out and he licks into her mouth, pulling the clothe out carefully. His poor, little mate. He pulls out and his come spills from her tight hole, wetting the mattress and the insides of her thighs.

"There you are, dove," he rumbles. "It's alright. I've got you. I'm here."

She reacts to his voice beautifully, arching up like she's trying to hear him better. "Erik, Erik," she whines.

"Shh... It's alright. I'm here now."

She class out his name plaintively. He takes off his shirt and drapes it over her body. She smells lovely now, covered in his come and his scent. Her skin is still hot to his touch, warning him that her heat is not quite over. It's probably triggered by drugs. It would have been broken once he pumps her full of his seed.

When he moves back, he notices his classmates stepping forward, like they're waiting their turn. His hackles rise and he shifts partially as he twists around, baring fangs and claws, ready to attack anyone stupid enough to get closer to his mate.