He dealt with them quickly, taking them down with his claws and fangs, tearing skin and making them pay for everything they've done to her. Shadow shreds the man who had hurt his little mate. He isn't much of a challenge, both because he's older and because he's let himself grow lazy. He used to be an important man, once upon a time, but time has rendered him obsolete and he is only powerful not because he still has money.
Shadow could kill him and get away with it, but he would rather not have that sort of attention on them. He lets them go with claw marks on their faces, a mark of shame that would take extensive surgery to fix.
Afterwards, he stays and cleans her, baths her to get all the blood and the scent of the others from her skin and replace the scent with his own, licking and kissing her everywhere. He makes love to her for the first time that night, filling her up with his come and knotting her, keeping their bodies locked together.
He gets her in her original position afterwards, after he's made her come a few times so he's sure that she's relaxed and pliant. She looks good enough to eat like this and it calls out to his primal nature. His wolf wants to pin her down and rut into her like this. It had wanted to claim and knot like this earlier too, when she had gotten in position for him so perfectly. But he's so much bigger than her and he wants to make sure he's not hurting her when he knots her.
She's almost asleep when he shifts her into position, pulling her hips up and kissing her back and ass. She's so soft. With a rumbling growl, he mounts her, curling his arms around her slim waist, covering her back completely. She looks perfect like this too. Her skin is paler here, though there are some bruises on her back and around her neck. He suckles at each and every one of them, unable to resist the urge to mark over the bruises and make them his own.
"Master?" she whimpers, confused and a little bit disoriented. She's almost asleep already, snuffling her face adorably into the pillows.
"It's alright, love," he growls and lines himself up at her opening. He feels the tip go in and tightens his hold on her waist, thrust
ing hard.
She cries out, body surging forward to pull away. "Ah, ah, too deep- you're too deep, Master," she whines.
"Still, love. Still," he growls. The feeling of being enveloped in her tight heat, her walls fluttering around him, is all-encompassing. He's already come and knotted her and he shouldn't be so hard so quickly already and he shouldn't be able to knot her again, but he thinks he can. He is desperate to mate her, claim her in every way imaginable. He has never felt like this before. He moves by instinct, primal urges surging, flooding his mind. He feels like he can get deeper inside of her like this.
She whines and pushes her trembling body back against him, moving into every push of his hips deliberately. Gone is the fear and uncertainty she had displayed earlier. Her fingers claw at the sheets, shredding his mattress as he ruts into her with ferocious thrusts. She's so wet and so tight around him. The smell of sex in the air is thick and he closes his mouth over her neck.
"Still, love," he growls again, wanting deeper, needing to be deeper.
With a rumbling growl, he hauls the girl's body further under himself, his pounding hips moving faster. The pulsing throb near the base of his cock warns him that he's going to knot her again and he thinks he should pull away, but she's moaning and keening happily. "Are you knotting me again, Master?" she whines.
"Yes, love," he says and his jaws close around her neck. The wolf in him wants to bite harder, rut her again and again with his knot, but he's more than his beast and she's so small. He can feel her heart beating against his palm, erratic and rabbit-fast. He huffs and pushes the knot deeper. His orgasm is lingering at the base of his spine and when she suddenly clenches tight, his whole body spasms, the pressure releasing in a tidal wave of ecstasy. He keeps rocking his hips lightly inside of her, his entire body surging inward as he comes. It's so intense that he clutches her a little too tightly around her hips, leaving bruises there. He would feel terrible about it later, but she doesn't seem to mind too.
Just when he feels that it's almost faded, his groin clenches and another rush hits him. He thrusts him again without thinking, suckling more bruises onto the back of her neck, keeping her still. It's not something wolves do, but he's done his research and cats enjoy being held as they're mounted.
"Still, love. Stay still," he growls, breathless. He doesn't want to risk hurting her when their bodies are locked together like this. His legs are quivering from how much he's come. The position seems to be the best for both of them because the pleasure is most intense.
"I'm full, Master," she whimpers, reaching a hand under them, pressing it into her belly. At first, he doesn't know what she's talking about, but when she manages to grasp his hand and pull his palm towards her tummy, he feels the pronounced swelling of her belly.
"Fuck," he bites the urge to pull back. "Does it hurt, love?" he asks.
She shakes her head. "Feels full," she mewls, wriggling a little bit, trying to turn her head down to see. Her ears are perked up, tail tickling his chest a little. He busies himself licking her neck, nursing the bite mark he's left on her skin. "So full, Master," she whimpers.
"I know, I know," he coos. He thought he wouldn't knot her because he's already knotted her, but clearly that's not going to be the case. She whines and writhes underneath him. "No, love. Don't struggle," he says. the movement only makes her insides clench around his cock and he swells again, stretching her even wider.
"Master," she keens.
Growling possessively, he licks the back of her neck. "Be still, love," he says through clenched teeth. He comes again. He ruts into her and fills her up even as she falls asleep underneath him, too tired to do anything but let out an occasional mewl, adorable cat ears twitching a little.
He kisses her. His hand rests on her belly. She doesn't smell pregnant, but she's ovulating and she should be carrying his pups already. He nuzzles her neck. He's going to do this right. He'll move them back to his father's place. It belongs to her, after all. And then, he's going to make sure no harm will ever come to her.
He'll make a den for her and their pups. He's going to love her and take such good care of her. He kisses her slack mouth and licks her cheeks.
"Love you, kitten," he says and smiles when she mewls at him sleepily.
Sweet little thing.
END
Alpha Werewolf 4
Lost Little Rabbit
Domination | Short Story | Size Difference