"Please, please," she whines and grabs his wrist, guiding his hand between her legs. "I don't- I'm doing it wrong, Erik. Teach me," she whimpers.
He allows himself to feel guilty about it for all of five seconds and then he's pinning her onto the bed.
Chapter Three: Knot
She's so fucking wet inside, so hot and slick, taking two fingers, and then a third easily. His face is pressed to the nape of her neck. She smells so good. He can't help it. He licks up her neck, tasting her sweet and arousal, and then licking up all the way to her mouth, kissing into those perfect, sweet lips and tasting the heat of her body from the inside. She's so fucking wet inside. He pumps his fingers in and out of her, growling when she rocks desperately up into his fingers.
"Ah- more- more, please?" she whimpers once they part for air. Sweat and tears cling to her brows and he licks them away. She closes her eyes, whimpering as she turns her face to the side, letting her clean the other side of her face as well, though it doesn't seem to be her intention. "Please, Erik. I want more," she begs like she's asking for more cereal in her bowl, like it's something innocent.
"I don't want to hurt you, dove," he growls because three fingers appear to be the limit, regardless of how wet she feels. It's also partially because he's afraid of breaking her hymen, fearful of causing her even a little bit of pain.
"Please," she whimpers. "Please- please." She moans and tightens around him, her thighs trembling, legs wrapped tightly around him.
He has to stop himself from rolling into her, from taking his cock out and just fucking into her hole without further thought. She's so open already, her walls tightening and squeezing around his fingers like she's trying to milk his fingers.
"More, please?" she pleads.
"You're- you're small, dove," he says, groaning even as he says it because her walls are tight around him and he's only three fingers in. He doesn't know how long he can hold himself back. His cock is throbbing, hard and eager to fill her up. He can't just fuck her because he loves her. He wants her and he wants to keep her. He's knows without a doubt that he's going to knot her, that his wolf would surge up and join them together, lock her to him so she'll be mated. thankfully, he remembers this bit about the books. She's not going to be pregnant until a few heats later. He won't breed her right away. He groans when she rocks her hips up and into his fingers. With his free hand, he pushes her back down onto the bed, pinning her with his legs on top of hers, careful not to put too much
weight on her body. "You're very small, dove," he insists.
"I'm not," she cries and he tastes salt on her cheeks. He licks it up, hating the scent of despair and unhappiness clinging to her skin. Her hand has somehow found it's way between their bodies, grasping his hard cock. "I want- I want it in, please?" she cries.
He groans. It's impossible to resist with her begging so prettily, fingers wrapped around his cock. She can't even get all her fingers around his cock. Fuck. He kisses her jaw affectionately before moving his attention down to her nipples, pushing her dress out of the way and capturing the sensitive bud in his mouth, suckling it lightly because she already feels like she's on the verge of coming.
He's careful not to push his fingers in too deep or too harshly. She's a virgin still, all soft curves and desperate little mewls.
"You're so lovely, dove," he can't help but say. "Riding my fingers like an animal in heat." He has had many lovers in the past, but none so desperate for his cock, none that he feels so viscerally for.
"I- I-" Her voice gives up on her when he slides his fingers in deep. The sensation seems to arch up her spine, burning hot. "Please," she gasps, body arching and rubbing her chest to his face shamelessly.
He grabs her by her hips, pushing her firmly to the bed to keep her in place so she doesn't try to impale herself on his fingers. "I'm going to knot you," he warns. "If I fuck you, I'll knot you. I want to mate you. And it might- it might hurt you, dove. You're so small," he whines, his wolf eager to take her already.
"You won't," she cries. "Please- please- I need- I need you inside, Erik. Please," she cries.
"In a moment," he promises, kissing a wet trail from her neck down the valley of her breasts until he's kissing her stomach and further down, down, down. He pulls his fingers out and replaces the emptiness with his tongue, licking into her tight heat, fucking her with his tongue in and out.
"Oh!" she gasps and comes just like that, body convulsing as her orgasm crashes over her. Her fingers curl into his hair as she arches away form the bed, unable to stop herself from keening and crying out. He keeps licking her through it, sliding his tongue deep and then licking out to tease her clit.
She is still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm when he slides up and tugs his cock free. He's thicker than usual, his wolf so close to the surface that he is bigger there too. He tries to push the animal back to no avail. Thankfully, the rest of him is still wholly human. Her body is still oversensitive from her orgasm, but she's also as relaxed as she'll ever be, so he sinks down carefully, eyes carefully studying her expression to make sure he's not hurting her in any way.
She is crying, but not from pain. All he scents from her is arousal. He kisses every part of her face he can reach, hands on her hips to keep her still, keep her pressed down even when she's trying to meet him halfway and buck up because he knows she's not ready. As desperate as she is to come, her body is only capable of taking so much and their difference in size is significant, even without adding the wolf factor. He's not even halfway in yet when he feels the barrier that is supposed to mark her virginity.
It fills him with a sense of pride to know he's the first to take her like this. She's a hucow, which means he'll have to share her with his pack eventually, but that will come much later. He finds himself perfectly fine with that, as long as he gets to have her at all.
"Relax for me," he rumbles.
She's whimpering, writhing underneath him like it's too much already.
"It'll only hurt for a second," he promises and then he pulls back and slides in deeper, breaking through her hymen and swallowing her startled gasp with his mouth. Tears fill her eyes again. She's really such a crybaby. He gives her a second to get used to his girth, and then he's moving, pulling his hips back and pushing himself in slowly. The warm heat that surrounds his cock makes him let out a low growl that is more animal than human. "You're so tight, dove. So perfect," he growls, hands on her hips, pulling her to his body again and again, filling her with his thick girth and impaling her on his cock.
She's so much smaller than him that she can't do anything but let him manhandle her, move her body in every way that he wants as he fucks her. He shoves his cock so deep inside her that it is as though he's punching air straight out of her lungs and her whines are only half-formed, shrill and perfect.
He's immeasurably glad that an entire house full of wolves meant every room is soundproofed. They would have woken up the entire neighborhood if not for that.
He manages to pause long enough to ask her if she's alright. She's so tight around him.
"So- oh! So full," she whimpers, curling her arms around his neck.