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Marcella

O nce I stood, I stayed where I was for another long minute. I was afraid to leave, to go out there and face whatever Wolf had in store.

But finally, I tentatively moved down the tunnel until it opened up and curved to the left, showing a large open area. I could see Wolf sitting before a fire, his immense body still seeming to dwarf the cavernous area.

His arms hung between his legs, his focus on the flames, and thank God the position that he was in shielded the massive erection that I had felt digging into my back. Because yeah, this girl had for sure looked.

His attention was on the spit angled over the flames as he manually turned it, roasting whatever small creature he skewered through the center.

I fought back the wave of nausea as I could see its charred body being roasted.

Although I wasn’t a vegetarian, it seemed a little too crude for me, and not something I was used to seeing living in the city. Hell, back home, my meals had been presented beautifully on a plate, or I opened the bag and pulled it out before unwrapping it.

Wolf didn’t look up, didn’t even move, but I knew he was fully aware of me standing just a few feet away from him.

I took a few moments to glance around the cavern and check everything out. In reality, I was trying to find where the escape route was. The interior was small, with the opening about twenty feet to my right. The ceiling—is that what the top of a cave was called?—had stalactites, but was high enough that I knew when Wolf stood he wouldn’t have to crouch.

I could see a stack of furs, amongst other items like rocks, bones, sticks, a pile of pine needles, and crudely woven baskets filled with things I couldn't quite make out from where I stood.

When I glanced back at the creature, it was to see him staring at me, his black gaze trained right on me in the most penetrating of ways.

“What are you called, female?”

My tongue felt too thick to form any words and answer. I ran the muscle along my bottom lip, noticing him watching the act. “M-Marcella,” I whispered.

He hummed a gruff sound. “My Marcella. Come here.” His voice was growly, and a part of me felt like he said it with a gentle tone. He held out his large five fingered paw and beckoned me over by curling his claws toward his palm.

He was a monster. Literally. And I knew he had no intentions of letting me go. So why would he care if I was comfortable or not?

But I still moved toward him, instinct telling me the last thing I wanted to do was piss him off. Survival Marcella. This is you being smart until you can get away from him.

The closer I got to the fire, the more I felt my shivering lessen and realized I was freezing. I wrapped my arms around my middle, the chill having nothing to do with the cavern air, and it all having to do with the shock of… everything.

I kept the creature in my sights the entire time as I rounded the fire to sit on the opposite side, keeping the flames between us as if it was some kind of barrier that could actually protect me. That was laughable.

I tried to glance at the exit again, trying to be inconspicuous as I rubbed my chin on my shoulder, but I could feel Wolf staring at me.

“You can try,” he said in a low voice that had me looking back at him sharply, feeling my eyes widen. “You can run.” He focused back on the fire and reached up to unhook the spit and pull it away from the flames. “But you’re mine and there’s no place you’d be able to hide where I wouldn’t find you.”

My heart was thundering and I could feel it in my throat. I didn’t answer as I watched him tear the carcass from the spit. His paws were huge, easily bigger than my head, and his sharp, dark claws on the end I could envision he used to slice open his prey.

“So run, my little mate.” His tone was almost bored. “Run if it makes you feel better, safer, but know this—” He started peeling meat off of the animal and setting it on a flat stone beside the fire. “—that the chase only makes me want you more.” He said that last part on a growl and I couldn’t suppress my shiver.

Hearing that sound should’ve made me feel only one way. Instead, I felt something that wasn’t fear.

I didn’t respond because what was I supposed to say?

So I just sat there, keeping my gaze locked on him because he was intimidating as hell, and looked like someone had plucked him right out of a horror movie.

I watched him finish tearing at the flesh, and when he picked the bones clean, he grabbed the flat stone and stood. I craned my head back as I looked up at him and braced myself, my muscles tense as he walked around the fire toward me.

I scuttled back until the cave wall stopped me. He made an impatient, almost irritated sound in the back of his throat. What do you expect? I wanted to snap at him.

“Eat,” he huffed out that one word as he stood before me, holding out the stone with the food piled on it.

When I didn't take the rock, he set it down in front of me and turned to move toward the pile of baskets. He crouched and pulled back a fur, and I realized it covered a deep hole. He reached in and grabbed something, but with the way he positioned himself, I couldn’t see what it was. That was, until he turned around and I saw several—very dead—rabbits hanging from his paw.

He made his way back over toward the fire and came to sit far closer to me than I liked. And then he started tearing into the creatures. He pulled off the skins in one swift move before tossing them aside. I covered my mouth with the back of my hand and felt bile rise in my throat as my gag reflex kicked in.

Then he was eating them. Fucking raw.

I sat there just watching him devour these rabbits, blood covering his dark fur and dripping onto the floor. The sounds he made were harsh and animalistic, with growling and snarling, as if instinct dictated he couldn't eat silently.

When he finished, the bones picked clean and set into a pile to the side, he ran an enormous paw over his snout and jaw, wiping off the blood, but really he just smeared it all over.

And the entire time he acted like the beast he was, he stared right at me, keeping his focus trained on me as he ate like a heathen.

For a moment neither of us moved, my stomach cramping from what I’d just witnessed. I was using every ounce of self-control I had not to gag at the grisly sight of him. And then there was the smell. A coppery tang that filled the cavern so thickly I felt it coat me.

Wolf slowly rose, unfurling that vast body from his crouched position as he came toward me. The fearful sound that left me was involuntary. My eyes felt so wide that they were drying out, but I was afraid to even blink. If I did, I might not see his next move.

But all he did was lower himself onto his haunches in front of me, his clawed toes digging into the dirt as he balanced himself. Wolf reached out and picked up the flattened rock with all the cooked meat on it.

He picked up a long slice of meat between two razor-sharp claws and held it out to me. “Eat.” His voice was stern, the tone reminding me that I was a petulant child disobeying him.

I pursed my lips again and felt a spark of annoyance. But even if my anger was rising, my fear was still at the forefront.

“You need to eat.” He shoved his paw closer to my face, and I turned my head, but still kept my focus on him.

He made a rough sound, one that was clearly a warning, and my heart started beating faster, if that was even possible. It already felt as if it were going to burst through my chest.

When he huffed out, it surprised me that the sound was almost in defeat. He lowered himself fully until he was sitting on the ground in front of me.

He set the rock between us, still holding that piece of meat out to me as if this wasn’t something he’d budge on relinquishing.

“Please?” I swore I saw his forehead furrow like the taste of that single word on his tongue confused him.

The surrounding air changed, that lone word seeming so foreign to him. He almost sounded like he wasn’t used to saying it, as if maybe he’d never uttered that single word before.

And I believed that.

I didn’t know what made me do it, why I even cared about how he was handling the fact I was refusing anything he offered. But before I could stop myself, I reached down and picked up a piece of meat.

“I’m doing this for me, not you,” I murmured. “Just so that's clear.” I saw his mouth—snout, whatever the hell made up his face—slightly lift, as if in amusement.

My body told me to woman the hell up as my stomach betrayed me and growled. He made a noncommittal grunt but didn’t move, just sat there staring at me. He was expectant, as if seeing me eat was one of the most important things he’d ever witnessed.

“You’ll eat.”

I narrowed my eyes at him.

“Because I will not have a mate who’s skin and bone.”

I felt my irritation grow, pushing away that fear. “Excuse me?” I all but seethed.

He leaned in an inch and bared his fangs. And as terrifying as that sight was, I strengthened my shoulders and tipped my chin up.

“I want my female to take her fill.” He moved in a bit more. “I need you thick and perfect so I can hold on to something as I fuck you.”

Oh holy shit. My heart beat harder.

“You understand me?”

Did he actually expect me to answer? When I didn't respond, he gave a sound of warning.

“I’ll make it clear, female, I want you to eat and eat well. You’ll always have your fill. You’ll never go hungry.” He reached out before I knew it, and his enormous paw cupped the side of my face, his entire palm encompassing me. “My sole purpose is to take care of you, and I'll do that so well you’ll never go without.” His voice was a husky sound. I felt it spear right between my legs.

He pulled back, and I exhaled, realizing I’d held in my breath because he affected me in ways I wasn't comfortable acknowledging.

“Because what I have planned for you, Little One,” he said, and let his black gaze trail to my breasts, then along my thighs, and back to my face. I felt that look. “What I have planned for you makes me hungrier than I have ever been.”

I could feel how fast I was breathing, could hear it fill my head and drown out all other sounds. “What big eyes you have,” I whispered before I could stop myself.

“Mmm, the better to look my fill of your lush body with, my Little Bird.”

“What sharp teeth you have.”

He watched me like a predator. “The better to destroy anything that thinks to harm you with.” His teeth looked so vicious as he dragged his tongue along them, as if he could taste me already.

Again, I felt that feeling wash over me that was confusing, yet made me want to feel more of it.

“Eat, precious,” he said suddenly, snapping me out of my thoughts and pushing the feelings that were curiously strong inside of me away so I was once more thrust back to reality.

I exhaled a shaky breath and brought the piece of meat to my mouth, telling myself it was just food. To escape, I would need my strength.

After eyeing the string of meat, I popped it in my mouth and started chewing, pleasantly surprised at the flavor. It was a little on the gamey side, and was tough as I chewed, but the flavor was good and I realized how hungry I really was. I took another piece.

He leaned a little forward, and I moved back. The sound that came from him wasn’t one I could describe.

But I felt, strangely enough, that it pleased him I was eating.

Before I knew it, I’d eaten half of the meat strips that were on the rock.

Wolf gave a grunt and stood, moving over toward one side wall before bending down to pick up what looked like a water bladder.

He turned and came back toward me, and against my better judgment I glanced down, expecting to see a massive dick swinging between his legs.

But it surprised me to see… nothing.

No, that wasn’t accurate. I could see his large, heavy balls, and above those was a massive, furry bulge.

And the longer I stared at it, the more I saw things changing. I felt my eyes widening as he started getting aroused, his dick coming out of that bulge above his sac.

My mouth went slack as the seconds ticked by. A part of me should have been disgusted by what I saw. But the truth was I clenched my thighs together because heat settled right at the center of me.

And then he was completely erect. His cock was human-like, but not.

Wolf’s girth was as thick as my wrist, and the length had to be half of my forearm. His foreskin hung over the crown of the head slightly, but I could make out the outline of the crest underneath. And he was already dripping copious amounts of pre-cum that fell to his muscular, furry thighs.

“The longer you stare, the harder I’ll get.”

He was watching me with clear heat behind his black eyes.

“I have to pee,” I blurted out and stood, my knees wobbling as I sucked in a deep breath, trying in vain—and failing—to act like I didn’t just watch his dick come out of that furry pocket above his huge balls.

Apprehension had me edging away from him and toward the cave entrance, my hands on the rocky wall behind me. Because the truth was, I needed something to keep me stable and grounded.

But he wasn’t letting me put too much distance between us as he followed me out, his still hard cock bouncing slightly from his steps.

Once at the mouth of the cave, I turned and took a few more steps away from it before stopping and sucking in a lungful of the chilly night air. A shiver moved through me. I tried everything to feel a semblance of normalcy again.

Have I ever really felt “normal”?

I could feel Wolf right behind me, but I didn’t turn around. His presence was the most tangible thing I’d ever felt.

I wrapped my arms around my waist, the act an involuntary reaction that had nothing to do with the chill, and everything to do with how I heard him come closer, how I found his body heat blanketing me.

How I smelled that familiar scent that I couldn’t quite place until…

My pulse picked up as the realization finally settled in me. I had to tilt my head back so I could look into his face, and before I knew it, Wolf was lowering his upper body so his face was right in front of mine.

His nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply, and I swore he smiled.

“You were in my room,” I whispered. “The way you smell… it was you.”

He didn’t respond, didn’t deny or confirm it. He let me go after I took a step back.

“I saw you. I wanted you. So I took you,” he said again, so clearly, so matter-of-factly, it was infuriating.

“There’s this little thing called consent, Wolf?—”

The sound that left him had the rest of what I was about to say dying on my tongue.

“Say that again.”

Was he serious? “Fuck you, buddy.” Again, he made that sound, and I felt the vibrations all the way through my body.

“Say that again, too.” His teeth flashed as he smiled. The bastard. “In fact, say them both in the same sentence. Say, ‘fuck me, Wolf’.”

“You’re a beast and a pervert.” I felt my eyes widen as the words spilled from my mouth on their own.

His eyes became hooded as he inhaled again.

“Why do you do that?”

“Do what?” He was staring at my mouth as he asked the question.

“Keep… smelling me.”

His gaze slowly trailed back up my face so he could look into my eyes. “Because your scent is so good, Little Bird. Your pussy smells so sweet when you get wet.”

My face felt like it was on fire.

“I’m not… I’m not aroused.” I swallowed the thick lump in my throat and moved a step back. He followed me.

“Mmm, you forget I can tell when you’re lying.” His gaze lowered to my lips. “And the scent of your frustration over the fact you’re turned on because of me makes your scent even more addicting.”

Could he hear how hard my heart was beating? It sounded like war drums in my ears.

“You asked why I took you, and I told you because I wanted you, but maybe you need to hear it a different way.” He reached out, and I was so frozen in place I let him touch me, let him cup my cheek again and smooth the pad of his thumb over my skin. “When I saw you, I knew you’d be mine. Your body was made to handle the fucking I plan on giving my mate. Your curves and thickness were created to carry my big pups.”

My pussy tingled. The traitorous bitch.

I felt the gentle scrape of a deadly claw move down my temple and I sucked in a sharp breath.

Because it felt good.

“I’ve never wanted anything more than I do you.” I felt his warm breath brushing along my face and neck.

He leaned in again, and I felt a stream of air along the shell of my ear, the wet sensation of his nose moving against my cheek.

I didn’t know why I did it, but I closed my eyes and shivered. It should have disgusted me that Wolf was so close to me, touching me. But when I felt something warm and wet slide along the side of my face, and heard him rumble low, I couldn’t stop the arousal that suddenly claimed me.

I also couldn’t stop the little moan that slipped past my parted lips.

He was licking me, dragging his enormous tongue along my face and tasting me. I felt my pulse beating right between my thighs.

Wolf pressed against my body, his fur thick but soft. The tips of my fingers tingled, urging me to reach up and touch him. I didn’t know what was wrong with me, why I wasn’t screaming and crying and trying to escape right now.

But Lord help me, I didn’t want to move. I didn’t want him to stop.

And so I didn’t move, and instead leaned in closer, lifting my hands, and just as I was about to place them on his chest, curling my fingers into his fur, he took a step back.

It surprised me at how… disappointed I was at that.

When I opened my eyes, he made this sound deep within his chest. Was he… was he laughing at my reaction? My cheeks heated, and I gritted my teeth as I tried to push the embarrassment away.

But when I stared into his face, I saw nothing but that stoniness he wore so well. I noticed his nostrils were flaring and his chest was rising and falling.

He was affected. The same as I was.

I looked at his jaw, neck, and finally his chest. I felt that nausea rise back up in me. How the hell had I forgotten he was covered in blood?

Was I so starved for any kind of attention that common sense and my survival instinct had suddenly taken a back seat?

He held his paw out to me and I stared down at it, but didn’t make a move to give him my hand, which he obviously wanted.

He gave a frustrated growl and was the one to take my hand then, his touch still gentle though. Wolf held my palm in his and the sheer size difference between us… amongst other things, startled me all over again.

Everything about Wolf was magnified.

As a bigger, curvier girl my entire life, I’d never felt “tiny”. Not that I ever wanted to be. This was how I was made, and I embraced the hell out of it. But right now, looking up at this seven-foot beast, I felt minuscule. Breakable.

And why did I feel turned on because of that?

I let him lead me through the forest, the night so thick that it was impossible for me to see anything. So I had to trust him, even if I had no reason to.

We didn’t walk very far from the mouth of the cave before the sound of babbling water broke the silence. Although I felt exhaustion over everything, when we broke through the clearing and I could see a small trickling waterfall that led to a generous pool of water, which then continued downstream, some of my tiredness faded.

My body ached from running and trying—and failing—to get away from Wolf. On top of the fact I’d fallen a few times in the chase and was pretty sure I had some nasty bruises hidden under my clothes, I felt this almost serene sense being out here.

I wasn’t afraid despite the thick darkness surrounding us, and predators nearby. How could I when Wolf stood a foot from me and all I could keep remembering was him telling me he’d destroy anything that thought to hurt me?

There was this ethereal sort of glow being cast along the top of the water, and a cool breeze took that moment to brush over me, moving the tendrils of my hair along my shoulders.

I was so lost in thought and appreciation of the view that I didn’t realize Wolf was urging me down to sit on a large boulder at the water’s edge.

For a second I just looked up at him, and there was this strange heaviness that seemed to surround us as he stared right back at me. He made another sound, a series of grunts and purrs, before he turned and headed toward the water.

I’d wondered more than once if I was dreaming. Because all of this was just too unrealistic to be life. But it felt real. He felt real.

Curiously, I watched him walk toward the water and get in, moving toward the center. He didn’t face me right away as he started washing himself off, droplets splashing around his body, his dark fur almost looking black now that it was wet and plastered to his body.

I could clearly see how muscular and hard he was all around. Huge, broad shoulders, long arms with bulging biceps, and forearms that were cut and defined and had me clenching my thighs together.

He might not be human, but he was the most masculine, powerful thing I’d ever seen in my twenty-two years of life.

I glanced around, realizing I could try to sneak off while he wasn’t looking and preoccupied. I even braced my hands on the boulder and was about to push myself up. But I knew… knew that it was pointless. At least right now. I needed to be smart, because if I tried escaping now, he’d only catch me, and then his defenses would be up.

I had to lower them, get him to think I was submissive to his ways, so he wasn't on guard. And then I’d try to leave. That was the sane thing.

And when he turned around, I couldn’t help the sharp breath I sucked in. The bastard was getting erect. I watched in a strange sort of awe and fascination as his cock emerged and he reached down to wrap his big, meaty paw around himself. And the longer I stared, the harder he got. His huge, hairy balls started swaying slightly as hejerked off right in front of me.

I shouldn’t have stared, but how the hell was I supposed to not watch as he pleasured himself? It was clear he was a damn exhibitionist.

I guess that made me a voyeur, because my pussy was soaked watching him masturbate. With the moonlight casting a silvery glow over his body, I really stared at his shaft.

So long. So thick.

And because he was so damn hard, every time his palm moved up to the base, I could see these raised ridges all along the length.

Built-in ribbed for her pleasure? Well, damn.

He also had a swollen ring in the center of his cock, one that I could see throbbing even from this short distance.

My throat was so damn tight and my mouth so dry. I tried like hell to stop watching him, but the sounds he made, the grunts and groans coming from his chest, told me he liked me being a creep, apparently.

How could I call him a pervert when I was doing the same things?

He slid his palm down to the tip, then moved it back up, pulling at the foreskin so I could see the thick crown of his cock underneath.

I could make out the way his tail flicked back and forth, lightly splashing the water as if he couldn’t help himself.

Cum was steadily dripping out the wide tip, and I realized the slit had to be that big because this creature probably came like a damn geyser.

My pussy seemed to like that—especially as I envisioned all his cum shooting out as he got off—because my inner muscles tightened on their own. It was almost like my body wanted something big and thick shoved up deep inside.

Oh my God, I was a nasty bitch, insane as well. Who got horny thinking about a wolf creature coming all over the place?

What type of person got kidnapped and had a wet pussy at the very idea of wrapping her hand around that monster of a cock and seeing if her fingers would touch?

Me. I was that nasty bitch, and I wasn’t even fighting it.