He placed his palm on the center of my belly, gave a grunt of disapproval, and pulled me back against his chest.
Then he wrapped himself fully around me, his erection already digging against my ass, which immediately sent a flush of heat straight between my thighs.
Being held by him shouldn’t have felt so right.
It shouldn’t have felt so good or arousing. Because I was so wet right now and all it had taken was the scent of him and the feel of his body against mine to turn that switch on inside me.
I wanted more of those heavy pets he liked to give me before I fell asleep, wanted to feel him dragging that thick tongue over my exposed skin and hear him growl because he loved doing it so much.
I lay there and feigned sleep, even though I knew he was probably fully aware I was awake.
I was having a hard time controlling my breathing, felt myself become wetter, my nipples stabbing through the material of my shirt.
My clothing was stiff from having to air dry after washing it out in the pond. I should have gone naked while I slept, the material scratchy and abrading my flesh, but my clothes almost felt like a shield, like they would somehow help me keep my sanity and not accept this as my reality.
Even if—the more I thought about it— this wasn’t the absolute worst outcome I'd ever experienced.
And truthfully, I enjoy feeling his warm, big body surrounding me.
I was losing my mind. Could you get Stockholm Syndrome this early after being kidnapped? Was everything I knew about reality completely false? How could something so good and feel so right be wrong in any way?
I could feel his tail moving up and down my calf before sliding up to my thigh. He curled his paw around my hip, thrust gently against my ass, digging his cock against the crease.
I closed my eyes and bit my lip when his tail slid along the edge of my shirt, pushing it up slightly as he teased my midriff that he exposed.
An involuntary shiver moved through me and I told myself not to mewl like a kitten. I wouldn’t make a sound, couldn’t let him know how much I enjoyed this.
But why? Why couldn’t I enjoy this? Why couldn’t I just say screw everything and everyone and take this one thing for myself?
“My sweet, sweet Marcella. You feel so perfect against me. You’ll feel so good once I push my cock deep into your human body and claim you fully as mine.”
My head was fuzzy, euphoria filling me.
“You’re the best. No other female will ever compare to you. No other creature will ever be as important as you are to me.”
Don’t think about anything else but how good this feels. Don’t let his words and touch sway you in your plan to figure out a way to escape tomorrow.
I couldn’t control my breathing then. I didn’t even try. I let out a shuddering breath when he moved the tip of his tail along my hip, over my waist, and gently dragged it right under my breasts.
“Let me make you feel good.” Wolf ran his tongue over my cheek, and I moaned then. “Let me strip you bare and lick every single part of you until you’re writhing and begging me to finally fuck you.” He kept moving his tongue over the side of my throat painstakingly slowly.
It was more torture than arousal at this point.
His tongue was just so big and foreign, and he smelled and felt so damn good.
I was biting my lip repeatedly, so much so that the flesh was tender, that pain adding to my growing desire.
And when I felt his tail move back down and tease the crease between my thighs, I shamelessly parted them and allowed him access.
I wore pants, but I could feel the gentle brush of that hairy tail sliding lower, teasing my fabric-covered pussy. I needed more.
God help me, but I wanted more.
“Let me in,” he said in a baritone voice, and I made a sound that didn’t even seem like it could have ever come from me. It was a silent affirmation.
Do whatever you want. Just don’t stop.
Although I didn’t speak, I knew he knew fully that I was completely on board with this because, in the next second, he rose and started removing my clothing.