The potent scent of her arousal hits every nerve ending in his body and he groans, releasing her wrists so he can palm her soft breasts. She's so tiny and so soft. He doesn't understand how someone so perfect and tiny can be so soft everywhere.

It is not as though he's never had sex before. He's a virile wolf. Women threw themselves at him without a care, thinking him their tickets to a better life. He had women strip naked in his office. His receptionist seems to think his outrage is an appropriate way of dealing with them. He doesn't sleep with random women.

He pays whores, high end escorts, for their silence. He doesn't want a body to warm his bed. He wants a mate and he doesn't just want any mate. He wants one like her. He first understood his own obsession with half shifts when he was eighteen and laid his eyes on one. She had been with an Alpha much like himself. Alpha Damien loves his mate but he does not let her out often. She is a small thing, a kitten in everything but age. She's twenty-one and pregnant.

He saw her in a hospital, hand on her tummy and smiling at everything that moves, but her smile is positively luminescent when she's looking at her mate. He wants someone who looks at him like that, like he is her entire world.

He had tried dating, naturally. None of his relationships last. He knows what he wants is unnatural. Unhealthy, even. He had done his best to put that aching need behind him.

Until now.

She arches into his touch, whimpering and saying something unintelligible and he closes his fingers around her breast until he has her nipple trapped between them. He pinches hard and feels her legs clench around his hips, her responsive moans nearly enough to make him want to rip down the rest of her clothes and fuck her right there at the threshold of what was her cage and a few steps from freedom.

He is patient, though. He wants her on the bed, pinned beneath him, begging desperately and writhing from an overload of sensation. He wants her somewhere safe, somewhere without Alex looking at them enviously and smelling like he very much wants to join in.

"Not here, darling," he says.

She considers a moment, white ears folding back in consideration. And then, in a soft, uncertain voice, she whispers, "Room?"

He barks out a laugh. "No, no. Not your room." Though he is curious to see if she really is as virginal as she smells. Usually, he can tell because lovers carry a hint of each other's scents no matter how hard they try to wash it off but he can never be too sure. Danny's scent lingers in the house, though barely, like he's not there very often and she doesn't carry his scent at all. Her face falls and he quickly continues, "Home, kitten," he says, standing up and then lifting her into his arms. She doesn't weight a thing. "I'm taking you home and we're doing this properly."

She brightens immediately, scent bursting with that cherry blossom scent he associates with joy and contentment.

Alex is looking at them bug-eyed, like he can't quite understand why he's still there but can't bring himself to move away. "Drive us home," Theodore tells him and he rushes to comply.

Chapter Six: Knot

"It's alright," he coaxes and she whimpers on the bed, naked and trusting.

"Master Teddy," she whines, rubbing her cheek on his pillows, breathing in deep. She like his scent too. That's a good start.

Now that they're alone, he can smell her better and it's only too clear that she's on the cusp of her heat. She's whimpering, crying a little out of desperately.

"Master Teddy, please," she cries, pressing her cheek to his pillow and stretching her arms behind her to spread herself open, fur-covered fingers pulling the soft flesh of her asscheeks apart lewdly. Her tail perks upwards, the tip coiling and touching the small dip of her back. She has a lovely pussy, naturally naked with not a hair in sight. There's fur on her ankles too, white and pure, like her.

"Shh..." he rumbles. "I'm here. I'm here," he says, running his hand over her smooth legs as he climbs onto the bed.

"Please, Master Teddy," she whimpers feebly.

He rumbles in reply, trying to be soothing but ends up sounding threatening instead. His clothes are off already and his cock is throbbing. It had been throbbing since before the car ride back here. It is torture of the more delightful sort. His hands are shaking and he wants more than anything to fuck her already. But his control is paper thin. He doesn't want to accidentally hurt her on their first mating. She's a very small thing. He sits up over her and cups he waist, tipping her backside so he can rub his cock along it, lazily thrusting at her as she whines out.

"Please, please," she begs, rocking her hips back, wanting more than just the sensation of his cock along her folds. He finds the hole between her slick pussy with his fingers and isn't too surprise to find it soaked with slick. His fingers teased around her entry and pushes inward, rubbing at her virginal hole until he feels it, the soft virginal wall. She jerks forward, pulling away from his fingers even though she had wanted him so desperately just seconds earlier. "Ah- hurts, Master Teddy."

He chuckles and lets her buck away. He doesn't want to take her virginity with his finger. "I know, darling. That's because you haven't done this before," he whispers, leaning down to press his tongue into her hole, licking up her slit and feeling around her soft wetness.

"Oh!" she bites her lips and clenches her eyes clo

sed. "Oh, Master- Master Teddy- it feels- it feels weird, "she whimpers.

He spreads her pussy hole wide and licks at her slick gain and again, tongue prodding hungrily, not caring the lewd sounds he's making as he tastes her slick hungrily. Her body is made to be soft and yielding. He knows she will be able to take him once the time comes, regardless of their difference in size. She's so lovely, so, so perfect.

"Oh, oh, Master- Master, please," she whimpers.

He prods deeper, tongue going into her soft hole, opening her walls and fingers digging into her skin where he's holding her by her hips to keep her from pulling away. He presses his tongue as deep as he can, touching and teasing without letting up. Her thighs tremble and her toes curl as she whines, desire beginning to stir in her body.

She's making all sorts of wonderful, lewd noises and he is glad that he had the foresight to record it. He has his home security camera turned on and he knows he would have a pleasant time watching this later on.

When his tongue pulls out and he replaces the emptiness with his fingers, she rocks into him instead of trying to free herself this time, undulating into his fingers in search of the friction of his fingers against her walls. His fingers spread wide and she hisses at the burn, scent souring with pain for a split second before her arousal surges again. He can see inside her like this, wet and red and ever so lovely. Deeper, he thinks to himself. When he fucks her, he will be able to go deeper than his fingers can because he is careful not to ruin her hymen just yet. He wants it to be special. Memorable.

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