How on Earth did I go from trying to run five minutes ago to spreading wide and holding him by the hair while he tongue-fucks my pussy?
I should run. I should find something heavy to hit him over the head with. I should do something. I should do something but all I can do is feel.
His mouth moves up over my clit and his finger takes over working that spot. That. Spot. That inside spot that has only ever been paid attention to by my rabbit vibe before now. Holy crap. This is so fucking much better.
His giant hands are both holding my bottom and he squeezes as he licks. And then he licks some more. God, his tongue is strong. And then as I’m on the cusp of coming, coming harder than I’ve ever come, he glides back up my body and rams in deep.
Deep. So fucking deep.
I’m moaning and I’m writhing, seeking friction for my clit, which needs just a little more attention to send me over the edge. I reach between my legs but before I get there, he grabs my wrist and pins my hands above my head with one of his hands as his free one slides down there instead.
I grunt in frustration.
“I get to do this,” he corrects as he rubs my clit while fucking me and then, as I crest over the edge into bliss, he gives me an insanely sexy smirk before his mouth moves to the place where my neck meets my shoulder, plants a soft kiss there, then he quickly flips me over onto my belly, gets his cock back inside me and his lips are on my shoulder while he continues to rub my clit with his fingers while thrusting hard into me from behind. Seconds later, as I’m crying out the biggest orgasm I’ve ever had in my life, I hear him say my name.
“Ivy. My only…”
8
Tyson
The minute I’m inside her, I know I’m home.
This. This beautiful creature belongs to me. This fucking is like nothing I’ve felt. No other woman has felt like this.
My cock feels like it's being ripped, like teeth are cutting through the skin, but then after an excruciating moment of pain, the most exquisite pleasure of my life tears through me and I know what's happening
I'm knotting her.
Mine.
She's mine.
I knew it.
I smelled it.
Now... I feel it.
I feel it in every bit of my being.
And my wolf feels it too.
When Uncle brought me one to mount that first time, the year after the uncontrollable shifting found my boy’s body changed to become one of a man, my cock hardened and I mounted her, but after that, I felt nothing. I didn’t knot. I didn’t bite. I rutted until I was spent and was done. Done and anxious to shift back to wolf and run through the forest to feast. Uncle told me I’d spend empty fluid unless I found my mate. I wouldn’t sire pups on any but my mate unless I lost a mate or rejected her because she wasn’t fertile. He told me to keep mounting them, see if I liked any to keep, and in the meantime learn to mount well so that I’d be experienced for my own mate, so I’d know how to pleasure her. Take my pleasure now while I sought her out. He said that it’d help me become stronger. Boost my strength and my senses.
I found her. I’ll never mount another.
I spot the creamy skin near her clavicle. My mouth waters. My gums pinch before my canines elongate slightly, and it feels like my wolf is close to the surface.
9
Ivy
And then my eyes snap open as he bites me. He fucking bites me.
That’s right. He bit me!
His teeth are on me, they’ve got me, and I’m frozen, as if paralyzed as it’s registering that he’s drawing blood. It feels like time slows and a thousand what the fuck thoughts stagger through my brain before I’m acutely aware that his dick feels like it’s expanded inside of me. He pulls back a little and not much, because it feels like he’s stuck. He slams his body forward, sending my face into the pillow as he lets out a long, deep groan that somehow reverberates straight through me. I shiver while the expanded feeling grows even more. He’s grown bigger inside me and it’s pulsing. Pulsing against… oh… my g-spot.
“Oh!” I cry out in ecstasy.
His body stills as he lets out a deep and rasping growl before hot liquid fills me. He’s coming inside me. It’s hot, and there’s a lot of it, so much it leaks out. The growling doesn’t sound human, it sounds like an animal and for a second, I wonder if I’m being fucked by a man or a wolf. But then his mouth touches the place he bit me as he sighs out my name softly, sort of… reverently.
“Ivy.”
I blink.
What? What just happened?
The full feeling subsides a little and he groans as he slowly pulls out. I feel all sorts of hot liquid come out with him. He flips me to my back and slams inside again and it hurts. A lot. He’s huge. It grows bigger yet again as he fills me with more cum.
He sucks on his lip, which has a droplet of blood on it and I watch his Adam’s apple bob as his head rolls back. More of that hot liquid leaks out of me.
Thank God he’s still a man.
The world squeals to a halt as I’m about to freak out on him. About the bareback fucking, about the coming. About the biting and the blood, but before I can freak, my body goes limp and insanely warm. Sensations of … I think… slow and happy… (euphoric?) thoughts wash through me and I flop. I blink at the fireplace, watching the flames dance, casting shadows everywhere. My eyes flutter closed. I feel high. Yep… euphoric. Toasty.
The best.
“Mine,” Tyson says and then he kisses me on the mouth. He’s still inside me; my arms are above my head limply, and I feel so… full of him.
10
Tyson
She either passes out or falls asleep before my knot releases for the second time. I slide out and I kiss the spot where I’ve marked her. She shivers.
She’s beautiful. My little Ivy. Beautifully creamy unmarred skin other than my bite marks. My mark takes my breath away as I stare at it on the space between her neck and shoulder, by her collar bone. Soft golden hair. Long, wavy locks. Those purple bits… I know it’s cosmetic and it’s silly, but somehow I find it’s also cute. I don’t ever find things cute.
I’ve finally knotted. It takes fucking to a new level. And my cock still feels good. Like it’s still being stroked by the inside of my Ivy’s tight undulating inner walls. Ivy takes fucking to a new level. I’ve gotten a mild sense of accomplishment as I’ve watched women climax before, but this girl? She looks, feels, and smells beautiful when she comes. And I’ve never come harder, never felt more than physical pleasure before now. This time I felt physical pleasure better than anything I’ve felt before plus emotional sensations, too.
She squirms toward me as I sit up and run my fingers through her soft hair at the side of her head, examining the purple silken strands as I rub them between my fingers.
I kiss her little nose and pull blankets on top of her. The sheet that covers the bed should’ve been changed but I didn’t have the self-control to make the bed before taking her. It’ll have to do for tonight. I wipe between her legs with a towel and do my best to fix the askew sheet under her so she’s not on bare mattress. This bed is old. It’s not good enough for her. I’ll buy a new one.
I lift her clothing from the floor and drape it over the armchair near the fire, so it’ll dry. I feel my mouth tug into a smile at the vision of her sleeping form. She’s beautiful. And she’s mine. I bask in the way that feels for a long moment before I decide to fetch more wood from the garage to stock both fireplaces for the morning as well as more fuel for the generator. I secure things in the main room and survey the inside of the cabinets in the kitchen. There are some tins of fruit, and only a few pantry staples. I smile as I slip two tins of fruit into the refrigerator. It’s noisily working to get cold.