The intrusion feels a little weird alongside his tongue inside of her hole. She tries to relax as he pushes through the tight, soft walls and penetrates her deeper. She cries out his name when he curls his fingers, touching a spot that makes every muscle in her body seize and contract. "Oh, Ethan. Ethan," she cries. It only seems to spur him on. She's whining loudly, the shock of pleasure rocketing through her causes her to lose control of her vocal chords. He adds a second finger before she thinks she's ready, opening her up and stretching her tight walls.
"That's it," he coaxes. "Lovely," he hums, getting his fingers two knuckles deep before pulling his fingers out, and then licking into her hole to make her legs tremble.
She stays still, too afraid to move. His free hand massages her inner thighs, distracting her from the stretch of his fingers and his tongue in her hole. Her walls clench and relax around his fingers, as if trying to milk him. When he tries to get a third finger inside of her hole, she yelps and kicks out accidentally, her feet hitting his shoulder.
He doesn't even flinch, but she panics, worried that she had hurt him accidentally.
It must've hurt. She has a pretty strong kick even though she's quite little. She's a rabbit, after all. "I'm sorry," she whimpers, tears filling her eyes immediately. "I didn't- I didn't mean to- I- I-"
"It's alright," he says, fingers pulling free from her hole when he notices her panic. He pulls himself up so that he's eye-to-eye with her. "Poor thing. I'm not upset, love." He licks up her cheek, cleaning away the tears she doesn't realize she's crying. His touch is soothing and she doesn't feel the same disgust she had felt earlier when the strange werewolf had licked up her tears. His scent on her skin feels good too, feels right.
Her tears seem to bring his senses back somewhat and his eyes shift from green and black to more human-like colors. "Are you scared, love? I'll be gentle, I promise." He holds her close and she doesn't even think about it, clinging to him, arms wrapping tight around his neck.
She's loves hugs and being held. She used to sleep with her mum and dad in their burrow, but she's outgrown that years ago. He's really muscular and really big. She can hardly get of her arms around his neck.
"Do I frighten you, love?" he asks, his voice low and rumbling. "There's nothing to be afraid of. I'm going to take care of you now. You know what mates are, don't you?"
Her nod is jerky against his neck. It means he's the one she's been waiting for to catch and claim her. Do wolves have burrows? She'll be sad if he doesn't dig a nice burrow for her and have a nice patch of land for them to sunbath in. She's envious of her brother's burrows and the gardens that they've painstakingly grown in order to make their wives happy. "Will you grow a garden for me?" she asks.
He laughs at her question and she flinches, scared that he would make fun or her or say that wolves don't grow gardens. "I can have a thousand gardens for you if that's what you want," he tells her, leaning forward the few inches he needs to capture her lips.
"Really?" she squeaks, ears perking up hopefully.
It makes him laugh a little more. "Everything you want, love," he promises. "I'll take care of you." He kisses her lips, her nose, down her neck, muttering, "I'll give you everything you want. Always," he swears. "Going to take such good care of my little mate."
His promises are going to her head, making it hard to think and his scent is muddling her thoughts, as it had since the first time she had smelled him.
"I've been waiting for you my whole life, little mate," he says. "I'll take care of you," he repeats, finger pressing tentatively at her entrance, finding it wet and open, heat easing the way. "Look at you, so ready for me already. Would you let me claim you? Take you as my mate?"
She nods, cheeks flushed. He slips his finger into her slicked hole and she arches her back, her breasts bouncing with the move. Her cheeks burn with embarrassment. "I've never- I've never done this before," she admits softly, cheeks burning.
"Perfect little thing," he breathes. He licks the hollow of her throat and then farther down, nudging her head up as he kisses and licks under her chin as well, covering her with his tongue. "I'll take care of you, love. There's nothing to be afraid of."
His lips move down her neck, licking and sucking until he finds her nipple with his teeth and tongue. She clenches her eyes shut, hands curling in his hair. "Ah! Ah!" she cries out, pain and pleasure coursing through her body. She grinds up against him, feeling the hard press of his cock against her leg, his fingers inside of her, slow and careful, adding another finger once she's used to the stretch of one finger inside of her tight heat.
She doesn't know if she's trying to push herself into the harsh bite or away from it, though pulling away seems like a less than prudent thing to do, what with his teeth clenched so tightly around her nipple and his fingers inside of her hole. He teases the sensitive tip of her nipple with his tongue while his teeth continue to clench harshly on the sensitive nub. It feels too much for her to take.
He holds her still with the gentle press of his hands on her waist, his fingers long enough to circle completely around her easily. She feels so small and weak like this, completely at his mercy.
"Hurts," she whines even though it doesn't really hurt so much as feel completely overwhelming to her senses, fingers tightening so much in his hair that she's certain it's starting to hurt him. He lets go, pulling away to swallow her unhappy whine in his mouth.
"Pampered little thing," he says, smiling down at her kindly, the corners of his eyes wrinkling. "Darling thing," he combs her hair and brings her ears to his nose, breathing in deep. "You smell so good, little rabbit," he growls. "I could just eat you up."
She freezes, heartbeat racing from the mere thought of being eaten by the wolf makes her frightened. She doesn't really remember how she was chased by forest creatures when she had gotten lost in the woods last time, but she recalls the sheer terror of being trapped into a corner. She kind of feels like that now, except she doesn't feel the urge to run away or even the slightest urge to shift into her animal form.
Something about him grounds her and keeps her from shifting, from running away. Maybe it's just that she knows he'll be able to catch her even if she runs.
He frowns, tilting his head and wolf ears perking up. "What's wrong?"
Her mouth opens and closes a few times, unable to find the words. "It's silly," she admits at last.
"You're afraid," he says. "Do I scare you?"
He really, really should. She doesn't know him at all and he basically kidnapped her and brought her to his hotel room- and she knows he's planning to take her virginity and mate her. She shakes her head and blushes as she says, "I'm afraid you won't fit." Her cheeks are on fire. "I've never- I've even touched myself before."
"I'll be gentle," he promises.
When he lets up, she still clings to him, gasping for breath. He kisses the valley between her breasts as she wills her heart to stop racing.