With that thought in mind, I glanced down, pushing the fur away so that I could see my breasts and belly, my inner thighs and my hips. I was covered in red and purple fingerprint sized marks, scratches all down my sides, more bluish colors covering my belly.
I touched them lightly, not sure why I found them so beautiful. I had to be losing my mind. When I glanced back up at Wolf, I made a small sound of surprise at his dark eyes—open, and his gaze locked on me.
He looked down at where I touched my belly, my fingers circling over a rather large bruise he’d given me in his primal passion. Slowly, he trailed his gaze back up to my face, made a deep sound in his throat that I knew all too well, and he was suddenly pulling the furs away from me.
He had me flipped on to my stomach, and grabbed my hips to lift my lower body off the ground. I braced my knees apart, really spreading open for him. I was already swollen and soaked and so ready for that big, hard ribbed cock.
But he surprised me when he gripped my ass cheeks and spread them apart, running his wet nose over one cheek, along the small of my back, and then moving to the other cheek.
With my chest pressed to the ground, I tried to look over my shoulder, but he clamped his hand down on my nape and growled in want.
Wolf was the one in control.
What he didn’t know, or maybe he did and that’s why he acted so domineering and possessive, was that I liked this brutish alpha-hole-ness that came from him.
He gave my ass a hard swat, and I yelped, but then he dragged his tongue over the spot, easing the sting.
“Wolf—” his name was as far as I got before I felt his textured tongue slide along the crease and move along the puckered hole nestled between my cheeks. I felt my eyes widen, this wave of self-consciousness filling me.
He was… he was licking me backthere. Oh, okay. This was how we would start the morning.
His claws dug into my ass, holding me open as he licked, as he teased that tiny opening that was like a direct line to my pussy because I got so wet for him.
“You’re so fucking round and drenched.” His voice was a serrated sound against my now soaked flesh before using the tip of his tongue to circle that opening. “And you’re mine.”
I popped my ass up further just as he pressed in, forcing that muscle inside of me, making me stretch and take what he had to give.
His snarling and growling only intensified the longer he ate out my ass, and the way he moved his tail to my ankle, it was clear he had to touch every part of me. That had my orgasm consuming me so suddenly I gave a startled yelp as it tore through my body.
With one more painful slap to my ass, Wolf rose, notched that bulbous, uncut cock at my entrance, and thrust into my pussy so forcefully I moved up on the ground, my head knocking into the rocky wall.
He gripped my waist and fucked me like the beast he was, pulling me onto his cock as he thrust forward.
And when Wolf covered my back with his chest and latched those sharp teeth on the side of my neck, keeping me in place as he dominated me, I came again.
ChapterSixteen
Marcella
Iwas sore, but it was the good kind, the kind that gave you those little twinges that let you know you’d been lovedreallygood and hard. Not that I knew what that actually felt like.
I hadn’t been a virgin before Wolf, but I also had never been fucked like that either. In fact, I’d experienced nothing close to what I did with him.
And something had changed with him ever since we were finally together last night.
Although before we’d had sex—if something that primitive and savage could be called something so… mundane—I’d always catch him looking at me, being close to me.
But since last night? Wolf couldn't stop petting me.
He’d run his paw over the back of my head, his claws tangling in the strands, as he pulled me close and licked my face before dragging his tongue over my lips.
He made me sit on his lap as he fed me berries and nuts and salmon that he’d gathered just that morning.
Not that it was any hardship to let him do any of that. In fact, I just snuggled against him as he fed me and touched me, making me feel like there was nothing more important in the world than me.
I’d insisted he take me to the pond so I could clean up, which he’d responded with a lot of growling and snarling to let me know he didn’t approve. But I wasn’t about to walk around with dried cum between my legs and on my chest, because he liked the fact he marked me and I smelled like him.
The only way I talked him into it was by promising he could do it all over again tonight.