Alpha Werewolf Complete Set

"I want to put my mouth all over you," he growls when he pulls away. "Want you to smell like me. I'm going to mark you up, sweet thing, lick you and make you come over and over until you're sobbing, begging me to fuck you," he promises, his voice low and dangerous and his fingers curve inside of her, touching just the right spots to make lights dance in her eyes and her muscles seizes, like electricity is humming through her veins. "That's it darling. Can you feel that? Feel my fingers inside y

ou, spreading you open, getting you ready for my cock? You're such a sweet thing. So pretty and submissive. You have such a pretty tail, love. Look at you."

Later on, she would feel vain because that's the comment that pushes her over the edge. That, and his fingers curving inside of her tight hole, pressing inside of her and breaking over the dam. She cries out loudly and comes apart in his lap, nose pressed close to his neck, breathing hard, muscles tensing and squeezing his fingers, as if her body is trying to milk him. The hair on her tail is all puffed up and her hands as clutching him so tightly her knuckles have turned white.

The pleasure that rushes through her is unfamiliar and so intense that she sobs a little and he holds her through it, rumbling and purring. "There you go," he says, his voice deep and rumbling. "Lovely little kitten. That's it." His body tenses too and she feels something warm splatter over her stomach. He rubs it over her belly and onto her breasts, smearing the sticky white liquid all over her chest, growling as he does so.

Chapter Eight: Moving

Eventually, he washes his come off her skin and lifts her out of the tub. He doesn't seem particularly happy about getting her clean. She thinks he likes having his scent clinging to her skin. He pats her dry with a large towel. Well, mostly dry. Her tail is soaked and she hisses lazily at him when he tries to rub it.

"Behave, kit," he says and her ears fold back unhappily.

She whines unhappily. She doesn't like anybody else touching her tail, but she's too tired to really fight back when he starts rubbing the towel over her tail messing up her pristine fur.

"No, Master," she whines, tugging his hands out of the way because he's brushing her tail so roughly. She shows him how it's done by pressing the towel over her tail carefully, letting towel do most of the work soaking up the water. "Like this," she says softly.

"Of course, darling," he says, pressing a kiss on her forehead. He helps her dry her ears while she works on her tail, purring happily at the feel of his hands on her skin.

It's impossible to get her tail all the way dry without a hair dryer though. Back in her old home, the staff would help massage oil into her fur and get it nice and soft.

"Come here, darling," he says, wrapping a towel around her shoulder so that she doesn't get too cold, and then he's lifting her up into his arms.

She wraps her arms around his neck and giggles when he cups her ass, lifting her up all the way so she can wrap her legs around his hips, clinging to him tightly. She can feel his cock brushing against her opening and her breath hitches.

"Close your eyes, love," he says when he opens the door.

She keeps her eyes clenched shut. He doesn't want her to see. She can smell the blood though, and she thinks it's really attractive that he fought for her.

She clings to him tightly and hides her face in his chest. He smells good. Clean, like soap and pine and something that's wholly her Master.

She's sleepy when he gets her onto the bed, but she knows she's not supposed to sleep yet. He closes the door to the bedroom and locks it, turning back to her with a look that's pure hunger. He's not wearing anything at all and he looks incredibly male like this. The thought that he had taken down all the men in the living room earlier makes her scent spike with arousal.

She had been unsure of how to move with her Master, but finds herself feeling more relaxed after what she had experienced in the bath. She twists around on the bed without thinking and presses her face into the pillows, lifting her bottom up and curling her tail high. Then, she wriggles a little bit. "Will you breed me?" she asks, tail swaying from side to side, her ears perked back, ready for rejection in case he suddenly decides he can do better than someone like her.

The bed dips to the side from the weight of his body and then she feels his hand on her hips, pulling her up higher. "What a lovely sight you make, darling," he growls, lips soft on the small of her back, his breath hot on her skin. "Still, darling. That's it."

"Master," she whimpers, biting her lower lip to keep herself from making more embarrassing noises, but the keening sounds escape regardless. She spreads her legs further.

"You look lovely like this," he says. Master kneads her thighs in slow, firm massages to soothe out any nervous stiffness and mouths at the bruises that blossom across her skin. "I would much rather be looking at your face," he says, grabbing her firmly by her hips and twisting her around until she's laying flat on her back with him between her parted legs.

His hand moves up from her waist to cup her breasts and he closes his fingers over her nipples, massaging the sensitive buds until she's whimpering and gasping, hands grasping his wrists, torn between pulling him away and keeping him right where he is. She rubs herself against his cock when she feels the head of his member brush against her slit.

The smell of arousal coming from both of them permeates the air, heated and wonderful.

"Moan for me, darling. That's it," he growls. "Tell me what you want," he mouths along her neck, kissing over the bruises on her pale skin to make them his own.

"Master- Master, please," she whimpers. Her walls clench around nothing and she wishes suddenly that she has his cock inside of her already. She feels so empty. "Please, Master. I need- I need-" She releases her grip on his wrist and reaches between her legs, touching her own clit and, after a second of hesitation, sliding her own finger into her hole. It doesn't feel as good as his fingers. Nowhere near as good and she whines, eyes filling up with frustrated tears.

"What's wrong, kitten?" he asks, pausing, leaning up to lick at her cheeks.

"Master, please," she whines, grasping his hand and guiding it between her legs.

He grins, row of white teeth shining in the dark. "Needy little thing," he says. "I shouldn't spoil you."

He should. He should spoil her and give her what she wants all the time. "Please," she begs and he caves easily, willingly.

"Relax. That's it. Just take it darling." He kisses her as he buries his finger inside her, prodding her tight walls, forcing them to expand and take him.