And all the while I was mindful to keep playing with her clit, to keep dragging out her pleasure until I could feel our combined wetness being forced out of where we were joined.
My orgasm tore through me and kept climbing until I grew dizzy from it, until the only thing I was mindful of was the thrusting of my hips back-and-forth. I fucked my mate so hard that when I glanced at Marcella, I could see she had to brace one hand on the cavern wall in front of her to keep stable.
I leaned back to stare at where I fucked her, my cum and her pussy nectar slipping out from the sides and making a big mess beneath.
“Don’t stop, Wolf. Don’t stop.” She kept chanting those two words, and I raked my claws down her sides, scratching her as I made my way to her ass and started spanking the cheeks repeatedly.
I curled one paw on the back of her neck, pushing her face down, popping her ass up, and I rutted between her legs like a feral creature in heat.
With one last pulse of cum shooting into her body, my knot swelled another fraction, ripping a groan from me at how incredible it felt. I stayed locked in her, unwilling to let go of this feeling.
She collapsed forward, and I wrapped my forearm around her stomach, lowering us to the pallet so that I could curl my body around her. Marcella had her back to my chest, and I slipped my tail between her legs to lift one up and keep it over my hip.
I was still buried deep in her, refusing to pull out even though my knot had decreased in size.
She squirmed in front of me, and I grunted in warning, clamping a hand on her belly and pressing her back against me
“No. You stay right there. This is how we sleep. With my cock buried deep inside of you and no chance that my seed spills out of your womb.”
“You freaky bastard,” she sleepily murmured.
I expected her to put up more of a fight, to give me more of that spark of life that I craved so much, but she just sighed in contentment and snuggled back against me, slipping her hand down so that she could curl her fingers around my thumb.
And I felt something tighten in my chest as I rose just enough to look down at her face. That tightness grew to an uncomfortable level, a pain I’d never experienced before.
My perfect human was sleeping, pressed against me and showing me all the trust in the world, like she knew I’d protect her. And all the while my Marcella held on to that digit.
Although I knew I’d never let her go because she was mine, this feeling growing in me was something different, and not anything I’d ever experienced before.
It was an emotion that had my heart softening toward this little thing, and a small voice inside of me moving from total dominance to something deeper and more meaningful.
As I stared at my mate, I knewshewould be the only one to ever have control over me. And I would gladly give it to her ten times over.
ChapterFifteen
Marcella
Ifelt like something had shifted inside of me from last night to today, the changing of my thought process and how I wanted things to play out.
I’d been so set on trying to escape Wolf and this situation, finding any means necessary to just get away, but I hadn’t really stopped and fully appreciated that I was actually… happy spending time with him.
Sure, I didn't have my creature comforts like the internet, running water or heat, or even a proper bathroom, but I didn’t need any of those things. And for the first time in my life, I didn’t feel any kind of pressure to abide by rules or laws or a certain set of standards.
This was just a wild, primitive way of life, but it worked. And it felt good.
I tried to be quiet and slow as I shifted on the pallet of furs so I could stare at him. His paw tightened on my waist, as if he thought I was trying to escape. I had to be going crazy because I actually smiled and felt this warmth bloom in my chest at the thought of him being so territorial and protective of me.
For long seconds I just looked at him, memorizing how different he was from me, yet with each passing moment with Wolf, he became more familiar.
I’d probably stared at his face and took in all his strange, beastly yet beautiful features a hundred times over since he took me. But I couldn’t help myself as I looked at his pointed ears, and couldn't stop myself from reaching up and running my fingers along the edges.
The fur was so thick but also soft, and they twitched slightly as I moved the digits behind them and down his face.
He made a deep sound in his throat but continued to sleep and so I kept exploring him. I touched his snout, running my fingers over the edge of his black nose, then down his broad shoulders and bulging biceps.
His chest was so hard and defined that I felt a different heat settle right between my legs. After the fucking he gave me last night, there should be no way I’d be interested in sex right now.
I was sore and sticky from the amount of cum he’d left inside of me. Yet I was ready for him to touch me, to scratch me, to give me more marks that currently covered my body.