The shirt stretches a
round her breasts and he can see through the thin material that her nipples are pebbled and pink, just begging to be kisses, sucked, and fondled. His cock twitches, growing harder still.
Her eyes glitter with unshed tears, mouth pursed in a lovely pout that he longs to kiss away. "Please," she whispers, leaning forward to press her lips to his. It's not like her usual kisses. She doesn't pull away, kissing him on the mouth, pushing past the fold of his lips and trying to lick inwards. It's wet and slick and she whines when she doesn't get her way straight away.
He really has spoiled her, giving her everything she wants. He knows he should put his foot down and deny her this. It is not proper- it will never be accepted in the eyes of society. She deserves someone better, someone who can take care of her and provide her a peaceful, happy life.
Chapter Four: Knot
He really should push her away.
He twists them around and pins her underneath his massive weight, opening her mouth with his tongue and licking inwards, kissing every inch of her while his hands work on tearing her flimsy shirt off, getting her naked underneath him. She's always been such a little thing, sweet and innocent.
There's something perverse about the way she's spread open now, legs wrapped around his hips, rocking up insistently with inexperience, jerky thrusts. Her arms are wrapped around his neck, clinging tightly.
"Please," she breathes. "I want- I want you so much," she whines, her voice going breathy and soft.
He groans, lips moving down the smooth curve of her neck, sucking fresh red bruises in his wake. She's absolutely perfect, her skin soft to his calloused fingers, a contrast that she must be feeling vividly judging by the way she's rocking into his touch, drenched and eager, body wracked with shivering.
"Please," she whimpers, hips rolling with desperation as she throws her head back and whines.
And he hasn't even done anything beyond kissing her. He tugs his boxers down, cock springing free from it's constraints. "Sweet little thing," he growls, biting his tongue from continuing. He's never cursed in front of her before, not wanting her to pick up the words. He licks at her skin, tasting the slightly salty tang of sweet and something else beneath that is completely her, so perfect and delicate.
"I want- I want-" she breathes, hands going between her legs, rubbing the ache there when he doesn't move quickly enough.
He lets her finger herself open, mouthing and sucking her nipple to elicit desperate little moans from her parted lips. It makes her tremble and cry out, her hands stopping like she can't control her movement when he's doing this. He feels as though he can get drunk just from kissing her. She thrusts her chest up, offering her breasts to him and he has to pin her down with his hands on her waist. "Shh... Slowly, love. Slowly," he coaxes, trying to get her to relax a little.
He wants to make this good for her, wants her to come undone on his fingers, his tongue, his cock. "Please, please," she chants and he chuckles, rumbling like thunder, his wolf so close to the surface that he worries about shifting. He's never lost control of his animal before, not even during a hunt.
"Pretty little thing," he rumbles. "You don't even know what you want."
"You," she answers so quickly that he can't help from surging up to capture her lips, kissing her until she is moaning into his mouth. His fingers play with her nipples, pinching and plucking them lazily, getting her wet without touching her pussy at all.
He's so much bigger than her, a grown wolf while she's slender and small, still growing. Fuck. He shouldn't-
Her fingers grasp around his cock and he growls, deep and loud as he presses into his touch immediately. "Oh," she whimpers. "You're- you're so big," she says, peering down and seeing his cock for the first time. She can't even get her fingers around him completely.
"Fuck," he growls, fingers touching between her legs in return. She cries out, shrill and loud, bucking into his touch immediately. Two fingers dip and then slide up into her and she reacts by tightening her grip around his cock.
His jaw clenches tightly, eyes close to a half mast. He feels as dazed as she looks. He cups her face, his palm large enough to cover half of her head. She's so fucking tiny.
He kisses all over her, fingers moving in and out, opening her up and feeling her slick insides. Her walls clench around his two fingers, like that's all she can take. He pushes a third finger in, knowing he would need to make her take at least four fingers before even attempting to fuck her.
She trembles, one hand on his shoulder while the other is still clutching his cock, gripping a touch too tightly.
Her eyes clench shut when he tries to get a third finger in and he loses patience, pulling back and throwing her legs over his shoulders.
"What're you- Oh!" she gasps, heels digging into his shoulders as he begins to lick up her pussy. She's so wet down here, her clit engorged and yet still so tiny and pink. He kisses it and sucks it into his mouth, teasing with his tongue before licking down to slide his wet tongue in her hole. "Ah- ah- ah-," she gasps, head pressing into the pillow.
She makes such a lovely sight, keening so desperately, still so inexperienced that she doesn't really know what to do with her body. Her hands clench tightly on the sheets, lush lips parted in sweet little gasps.
"Daddy," she whines, trying to push herself up and reach for him.
He complies readily, pulling himself up so that he is level with her body, lining them up so that the head of his cock is pressed against her heat.
She tries to push herself up and meet him halfway, wanting him inside her already.
"Slowly darling," he murmurs. "I've got you. I don't want to hurt you, love."