She had been upset when he didn't show up immediately, when he didn't come for her after Master Danny died. She wonders if he would be like Master Danny, who only visited her once a few weeks when he remembers.
Alex is a good wolf too, she thinks. He would sneak her snacks when his masters aren't looking, little dried fish that's salty and savory. She likes them a lot. She hopes he has some today too, but he doesn't smell like snacks today. Instead, he smells like a new person.
Wolf, she thinks when her gaze lands on the new stranger. He's a scary-looking wolf too, big and imposing with muscles everywhere. He smells crisp, like the suit is new, and something warm and dangerous. Her fur bristles and she pulls her upper lip back to scent the air discreetly. She wonders if he's like the other wolves who've come here. Would he talk about selling her too?
But Alex brought him, so he must be kind. Alex is a good wolf. She frowns, not knowing what to think.
Then, he tells her his name and her heart clenches. He's Teddy.
Seeing her new Master makes her cry a little because seeing him means it must be true. Master Danny really is dead and she belongs to someone else now. She is upset enough to attack him, forgetting to be careful until she is too close and he catches her. He's not human. He's not human so she doesn't have to be careful.
She nuzzles up to him. Maybe he would play with her more, pet her and nuzzle her. She hopes wolves like cats. He smells nice, like pine and forest, not at all like Alex, who smells like tobacco even though he doesn't smoke. Not like Master Danny, who smells like medicine because he's sick.
He's strong enough that she doesn't worry at all about hurting him. He's strong and young and she doesn't have to worry about him dying and leaving her all alone.
She takes a chance, nuzzling up to his hand to get him to pet her. He's not very good at it, but she thinks he can be trained. She hopes he wouldn't keep her locked up in here like Master Danny. She hopes he would pet her all the time and keep her close to him. She revels in the sensation of his fingers combing through the strands of her hair between her ears, the soft scratches of his nails on the thicker fur at the base of her ears. She shifts under the touch, pressing against his hand and bowing her head to expose the back of her neck, chasing after the touch.
His rumbling purr is pleasing. She wants to hear more of it.
She's never met someone who's like her before. Sure, he doesn't have the ears or tail of tufts of fur all over her body like she does, but he's an animal nevertheless. She can smell wolf on him even though he's not shifted and he moves like a wolf too. He's strong. Powerful. She doesn't have to be afraid of hurting him. If anything it's the opposite.
She knows he's being careful when he's touching her, putting just enough pressure on the back of her neck so that he's holding her still without digging his fingers in. It's grounding. She kind of loves it.
She's aware of Alex looking at her oddly and she sways her tail, deliberately tugging her s
kirt up. The scent of arousal from the boy makes her giggle but the man patting her head growls with displeasure.
She cowers a little, scared by the noise from the apex predator in the room. She's used to being the only dangerous thing in the room. Master Danny doesn't bring werewolves with him to visit her and he certainly doesn't let his friends close enough to touch. The stranger touching her is still pleasant though, even when he's growling dangerously.
She purrs at him, lazily thrusting her head to his hand so he can continue petting her. She likes being touched and he's a quick learner, scratching the bit behind her ears where it feels best and she moans happily, loving how it feels.
"You shouldn't tease unless you're willing to follow through, kitten," he warns dangerously, fingers curling around the base of her neck.
She blinks up at him, confused. He looks upset. No, not upset. He looks hungry and there aren't dollar signs in his eyes. "Master Teddy?" she whispers, frowning. Oh. There's a heady scent of arousal coming from him as well, she realizes after a second. Oh! Does he want to mate? She'd like that very much. Her purr intensifies, rumbling through her vocal chords as she leans closer towards him, tail perked up to show off her naked bum as she crawls closer towards him. Behind her, Alex makes a choking sort of noise.
She doesn't really like clothes. The only reason why she wears them is because she didn't like the way the other men looked at her. This is her new Master, though. And he smells very nice. She wants to rub herself all over him and put his scent on her skin. "Mate, Master Teddy?" she asks.
He presses forward so abruptly that she didn't have time to react until he has her pinned down on the floor, hands on her wrists to keep them from clawing at him. He needn't have bothered. She doesn't want to hurt him anymore since he pets her very well. He leans in and she blinks at how close their faces are. He's a very good-looking human. To her surprise, he keeps tilting his head down, bringing his mouth close to her ear so she can feel his exhales on her skin. "You want me to mate you, kitten?"
She trembles, holding very still when he carefully bites her soft ear between his sharp teeth and gives it a playful tug. "Yes, Master Teddy," she whimpers. Her ears are very sensitive. She smells like arousal now too. She knows the moment he smells her by the way his pupils dilate and his grip tightens.
Chapter Five: Mate
Desire surges through his body acutely at the way she submits, pliant and meek with her neck exposed like she's willing to let him do whatever he wants to with her. And gods, he wants to. He wants to yank her skirt up and rut into her. He wants to curl his hands around her thighs and spread her open, fuck into her tight hole and fill her with his come and knot her. He wants to make her smell like his because isn't that what she is?
His?
They were right about his wolf being too much in control. He is half feral most of the time and it's only natural for someone like him to fall so quickly for someone who's even more feral.
He considers denying himself this. She's young and inexperienced, smelling like a virgin who's eager to please. She's desperate for companionship and it's why she's submitting to him so willingly. He shouldn't take advantage of her. He should show her kindness, take care of her without using her for his own selfish wants.
"Wants," she whimpers, arching up into his, the front of her chest brushing against his chest, pebbled nipples poking against the shirt enough to be visible, enough to let him feel the extent of her desires, and his self control shatters.
Keeping her wrists pinned, he drags her leg up and around his waist. She's a quick learner, wrapping both legs around his waist readily and tipping her head back, offering her throat to him again. It's an incredible rush, the way she submits to him so easily. If she were really prey, he could bite down and tear skin, mark her and take her for himself, just like that.
He bites down this time, unable to hold back the impulse to mark. His teeth sinks into the soft flesh of her neck. She's so soft, so sweet. Even her blood is sweet. He's careful not to bite too hard. He wants to mark her, not hurt her. He wants her to bear his mark and smell like his all the time, wants anyone looking at her to know that she belongs to him. She lets out a broken, needy moan, writhing against his body, struggling for any friction she can find like a cat in heat. Perhaps she is in heat. That would explain why she smells so enticing, why it's so easy to do claim her, why his wolf wants more than anything to have her.
He shifts his mouth from her neck to her mouth, kissing her with the same desperately he hears in her whimpered moans. His free hand grasps the collar of her dress, tugging down so he can lick the delicate skin of her collarbone. She smells clean, like soap and... milk for some reason. He tastes it on her tongue too, innocent and lovely.