I kept pumping my hips forward and dragging my long, thick shaft up and down the crack of her ass. A snarl of primal desire filled me when my dick head brushed against her pussy slit and I felt all that slick honey already coating her cunt.
She hated she wanted me, but couldn’t deny she ached for more. Her body wept for me, and the very idea of lifting her leg, throwing it over my hip, and sinking in deep was so strong I tightened my hold on her and picked up my pace.
That she slept on but her body instinctively reacted to me, knowing I’d take care of her, was such an aphrodisiac I knew I’d orgasm again.
I growled, curling my hand in front of her, slipping it between her legs and lifting it up slightly. I adjusted myself so my cock slipped right between those juicy thighs, the warmth of her body, and the slickness from her pussy, making my motions easy as I glided back-and-forth.
I grabbed her fat tit in my paw, feeling how tight her nipple was as I squeezed the mound and picked up my pace, throwing my hips back-and-forth.
My cock slid in and out. In and out.
And then I came, exploding, spraying cum everywhere. She moaned again, her body shattering. My cock was now nestled between her plump pussy folds and rubbing against her swollen clit.
Even in sleep, she came for me. I opened my mouth and gently locked my jaw on her throat, not hard enough to break the skin, letting her know I was the one in control.
I wanted her to be spread out before me, naked and willing. Her thighs parted, her pussy soaking and primed for me. I wanted every inch of her covered in my marks. Bites and scratches, bruises and seed.
She’d look so perfect like that.
When I was spent, my seed smeared between her thighs, I relaxed on the pallet and pulled her in close.
She stirred, moaning again, and pressed her bottom to my groin.
“So pretty.” She had dark hair, and I smoothed my claws over it. I brought the strands to my snout and inhaled, rumbling in pleasure at her scent.
I knew when she was fully awake because her body stiffened against mine and she slipped her hand under the furs, no doubt feeling all my creamy cum covering her.
“You motherfucker,” she murmured, her voice still slightly sleepy, but there was no heat behind her words.
I bared my teeth and gave a huff—a chuckle.
The sooner she realized I was a nasty beast for her—only her—the more orgasms I could give her.
ChapterTwelve
Marcella
Two days. That’s how long I’d been in this cave with Wolf.
He’d watched me like a hawk, following me wherever I went, touching me anytime he was close enough.
And every night he forced me to sleep beside him, would touch me… pet me slowly and gently, stroke me between my legs until I shook and came. He didn’t try to fuck me. And I was shameless in admitting every night when I was on the precipice of going over the edge, I’d almost beg him to put that monster cock inside of me.
I glared at him over the fire as he skinned and prepared a rabbit he’d brought back after he went hunting.
I’d tried escaping then, but I hadn’t gotten more than five minutes from the cave before I heard him roar out. Running had been almost laughable. He’d caught me moments later, tossed me over his shoulder like a bag of laundry, and spanked my ass hard enough I’d stilled from the shock.
So here I was, glaring at his big, furry body as he sat there, oblivious to my annoyance. The scent of copper tinged the air, and I should have been gagging, but the other scent, the one of cooking meat coupled with the sound of it sizzling, had my stomach growling and my mouth watering.
“For you,” he grunted, and tossed a small cloth bag toward me.
I eyed him warily before reaching for it and opening it up. Inside was an assortment of berries and nuts, some I’d never seen before, others I recognized when I picked during my hike.
The polite side of me wanted to thank him, but the annoyed part—which currently was a hell of a lot stronger—had me grinding my teeth together, and instead set the bag aside.
He kept working on the animal, but I could see he watched me intermittently out of the corner of his eye.
“I know you think you’re keeping me,” I said in an even tone. You caught more flies with honey than vinegar, my grandmother always used to say. But I also knew Wolf didn’t give a shit about any of that. He had to be the most stubborn… creature I’d ever met in my life.