Chapter Five: Freedom
He tastes blood in his lips from his fangs lengthening. He's imposing enough that they stumble back straight away, a few stumbling over chairs and falling over in their haste to get away.
Once he's sure that they're not getting closer, he turns back around towards his mate, keeping his senses sharp so he would know if anyone's trying to move towards them again. Professor Snow has all but been forgotten. Wolves are territorial in nature. It really goes to show how little the so-called professor knows about them to have offered her so easily and expected them to just let her go afterwards.
He submits to the impulse to get rid of the leather binding her wrists and ankles, unleashing his claws and cutting through the bondage. He plants kisses on the little abrasions on her wrists and ankles when he pulls back, satisfied that she smells enough like him already. The blindfold comes off too and she blinks at the light for a few seconds before her eyes find him and she throws herself forward, falling into his arms like there's nowhere else she would rather be.
He carries her weight easily, but allows his legs to fold underneath him as he sinks into the ground, pulling her with him so that they have some semblance of privacy behind the professor's desk.
"Erik, Erik," she whimpers, clinging to him tightly.
"I'm here, dove. It's alright. I've go
t you," he promises, feeling a little guilty for the display earlier because she's really such a sensitive little thing and making love with her in front of all his classmates is probably more than she can bear. But already, he scents her heat returning and she goes from merely holding onto him to grinding in his lap, straddling him on the floor and rocking herself back and forth on his dick.
"Missed you," she whines, trying to tilt her hips just right and sink into his cock. She's grinding against him with the artlessness of inexperience, gasping little pleas that he can't quite make out even with his wolf hearing.
"I missed you too, dove," he says, honest. "Do you- do you remember what happened?" he asks. He shouldn't ask her when she's like this, desperate and willing to do anything to please him, but he wants to know- needs to know.
She sniffles. "Everyone in the orphanage was tested," she murmurs. "They- they found out- ah," she cries out when she manages to get the head of his cock back into her tight heat. "Ah- you feel good," she whimpers, distracted.
"What happened then?"
"They- ah- filled me a lot," she says. "I bite the ones that's no good," she announces and he can't help but beam with pride. She's a fighter, even lost in the fever of her heat. "I need- I need you again, Erik. Is that okay?" she asks, almost shy. It's a wonderful contradiction because she's shyly sinking into his cock and riding him like a little whore.
"Of course, dove. Anything you want." He has never been good with telling her no before and he's not going to start now. "Did they- did any of the men hurt you?" he asks, his voice forcibly calm. He shouldn't be interrogating her while pushing his cock up into her tight heat, but he can't bring himself to stop. He needs to know. "Did it feel good?"
"Not at first," she admits. "But after- after- it feels really good. But not- ah- not as good as you, Erik," she confesses, bouncing up and down his cock
They probably managed to trigger her heat and have been keeping her in a permanent state of arousal since then.
"Did anyone hurt you?" He watches her bleary eyes attempt to focus on his face and he feels terrible for asking her that, but it's important.
She doesn't answer, too lost to the pleasure already and he knows better than to push, especially since she appears perfectly content blocking the memory from her mind. But then she pauses in her movement and asks in a small voice. "Are you mad at me?"
"No, darling," he answers immediately and without doubt. "No, not at you," he says because he is angry. He's angry and people are going to pay for touching her, for seeing her like this and daring to think that they deserve to touch her at all. He knows them by scent now. Now, he just had to track them down individually.
"Kay." She shudders, sinking down into his cock, taking him deeper. He's guiding her with his hands on her hips, making sure she's not pushing herself too much, not taking him down all at once because despite her taking him earlier, she's still very small compared to him.
"Come on, then. You can do it," he says, gripping her and pushing her down when she begins to slow, having second thoughts about taking him all the way in.
"I don't- You're so big," she gasps, tears sliding down the sides of her face. He yanks her in close and holds her, letting her breathe against his chest for a long moment. When she's finally relaxed enough for him to move, he bucks his hips up in smooth, jerky motions, rocking into her and letting her bounce on his cock until she is all soft and boneless, entirely lost to the sensation.
She gasps as she takes all of him inside her and grasps a fistful of his shirt, holding onto him as he brings her body down to meet his over and over. The smell of arousal is palpable in the air. He can hear the other guys getting off to the sight of her bouncing on his cock. She makes quite a lovely sight, breasts bobbing as she lifts herself up minutely and then sinks down over and over.
He growls as he comes inside her just like that, a hand pressing against her stomach so he can feel himself thicken and then spurt inside her.
She cries out when he pulls her all the way up to see the way his cock slides free and come spill between her legs and onto his pants. He pushes his fingers in, her walls tensing in protest, trying to push out the gobs of come.
"Oh, oh," she whimpers, hips bucking. Her pussy clenches around his fingers and she orgasms again, breath coming in short bursts and trembling with pleasure as it crashes over her.
"That's it," he growls, splaying his fingers over her stomach and holding her still as he sits up and lets her rest her head to his chest. "That's it, dove."
Her entire body trembles a few more times, and then she falls into a dead faint, her stuttered breath turning relaxed and slow instantly. He panics for a second, and then picks up the scent of sweet contentment on her skin and realizes she's just fallen asleep. She must be exhausted after being captured by unfamiliar people and used like some sort of sex toy. She isn’t lactating this time, which means this is a heat triggered by modern medicine. Poor baby. He kisses her again.
He lifts her up and stands, fully intending to walk out of the classroom and bring her home with him.
"Now, you wait a minute! She's supposed to be shared." One of the particularly foolhardy human begins towards them, stumbling from his seat moving to him like he intends to fight him. It's ridiculous and he knows he can take the man down easily, but he's holding onto his little mate's prone form in his arms and the threat makes his hackles rise again.