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Wolf

M y Little Bird thought I didn’t see her looking for an escape. Did she not understand there was nowhere she could run where I wouldn’t follow?

Did my Marcella not fully realize there wasn’t a place she could hide where I couldn’t find her?

Her scent was fully ingrained in me. It was a part of me now. And the sooner she came to terms that she was mine, the more pleasure I could give her.

And I wanted to give her an immeasurable amount.

But I let her have this false bravado, this faux idea that she could outrun me. I was a wild, primitive beast, mind and body, and my instincts were brutal and attuned for survival.

And now that I had my Marcella, I was even more so. Because nothing would take her away from me, even my little mate fighting this.

I would just have to show her how good it was with me, how well I would treat her. She would be my queen, my alpha. I would worship the ground she walked on and would make sure she had everything she could ever want.

I just wanted her to realize that she was mine, and I was never letting her go.

And when I felt her watching me again, my cock hardened, lengthened. I wrapped my paw around my shaft and gave it a good couple of strokes.

It felt good to jerk off, knowing she was watching me. It was incredible to smell her arousal and all the sweet nectar that spilled from between her thighs.

Thick strings of my cum spilled from me, flinging into the water, becoming even more prominent as my desire grew.

But I wanted her to see all of me. I wanted to see her eyes widen and her breath catch as I stroked myself and really came all over the place, spilling my seed into the water like I’d do on her body, in her mouth… deep in her womb.

“Come here, precious.” She still sat on the boulder, but I could hear her blunt human nail scraping against the rock.

I could see the way she clenched her thighs together, how her breathing picked up.

She stared at my erection. I let her look her fill as I palmed myself. I held the heavy length as I dragged my palm up to the crown before sliding back to the base, pulling the foreskin down so she could see the bulbous, swollen head where my seed continuously dripped out.

I watched as she bit her lip, her little white teeth a stark contrast to the red flesh, and I could see the flush that made its way from her face, down her neck, and disappearing under the fabric that covered her tits.

I wanted to suck on them, wanted to watch them get bigger, rounder, dripping with milk as she grew heavy with my pups. And I'd lick those full, dark nipples, lapping up the sweet liquid that would spill from the tips and feed and nourish our children.

“I said, come here, Marcella.” My voice was husky and serrated, the primal side rising and wanting to just go to her and make her do what I wanted, to show her that her hesitance wasn’t needed.

Even if it turned me on like a fiend.

Did she know that the fire she spit at me only aroused me further and made my cock ache?

She slowly rose and made her way toward the water’s edge. When I brought her to my lair, I wanted to undress her. I wanted to tear the material from her body and feast my eyes on all that perfect flesh.

As I stared at her slit, I imagined gripping her thick thighs and wrenching them open.

My mouth watered, saliva dripping out of the corners as I growled low and pictured dragging my large tongue through her pussy lips.

I knew she’d be sweet and musky and taste like mine .

I waded closer until she was only a foot from me, my cock still in my hand as I lazily stroked myself.

“Grab hold of me.” I stared at her. “Stroke me until I come all over your hand.” I tipped my head down but kept my gaze locked on her.

She sucked in a sharp breath and shook her head.

A burst of amusement filled me. “My Little Bird thinks she has a choice.”

She parted her lips and dragged her tongue over the full bottom one. Marcella hadn’t taken her focus off my shaft the entire time, and I could feel even more pre-cum seeping out of the slit and sliding down the underside of my dick.

“I shouldn’t want anything to do with this.”

She sounded as if she were talking to herself, but I could smell how wet her pussy was. I wanted to bury my snout between her thick thighs and lick her cunt until she gave me all her sweet honey.

She stood at the water’s edge, and it would take no effort to just pull her in and hold her tight as I moved to the center where she couldn’t reach the bottom.

She’d have to hold onto me. I’d get to feel her big tits pressed to my chest. She’d be forced to wrap her legs around my waist. Even now, I could see the hard points of her nipples stabbing through the material that shielded the mounds from me.

My mouth watered as I thought about tearing the flimsy fabric away and nosing her, smelling her, and finally fucking her.

I wanted to trace the heavy mounds with the tip of my nose as I inhaled deeply, scenting her. I bet she had big, dark areolas that I wanted the shade to deepen from her arousal.

I growled at the image of that. My cock jerked at the thought, and my balls drew up.

“Take hold of my huge cock and stroke me, Little Bird.”

She looked into my face then, her pupils blown out from her desire, the scent of her drenched pussy saturating the air between us. There was no hiding that she wanted me to fuck her, but she was still fighting it, still trying to deny the ending that she’d find herself in, regardless.

“I can’t?—”

“—You can and you will.” I reached out and took her hand, and brought it to my dick. I made her wrap her fingers around my length.

Her palm was so small that it didn’t even wrap around half of my girth, but I kept my palm over hers and forced her to stroke my cock.

She was panting now and intermittently shaking her head. The way her eyelids fluttered told me she was trying so hard to fight this.

“Just give in,” I hummed, and started moving our hands over my length faster.

She still shook her head, but she kept her gaze locked on where I made her touch me.

A soft sound left her, and I groaned as I moved her hand lower, curling it around the crest so she could feel how much she made me drip with pre-cum.

Her rapid breathing fueled my arousal. We started working our hands over my stiff cock even faster. I wanted to touch her so badly, to curl my palm around her massive tit and just squeeze, feeling how soft she was, how much she’d mewl for me because she’d love the feel of me touching her.

I stared into her face the entire time, unable to look away as she watched both of us jerk me off. My cock was throbbing, the thick vein on the underside pulsing, the ribs circling my shaft hardening.

“Can you imagine me thrusting this deep inside of you?” I stroked us faster. “Can you picture how good it would feel to make you take all of it, to feel these ribs throbbing in your pussy, touching every part of you?” My knot throbbed as I envisioned shooting my load and filling her with my seed.

I rumbled low, groaned harshly, and picked up our speed. She made an almost distressed sound, and I realized I was squeezing her hand too tightly, but I couldn’t help it with all my wild passion.

“I’m going to touch you, Little Bird.” I didn’t wait for her to give me permission, just reached out and curled my hand against her waist, jerking her forward, the water splashing around us. And never once did I stop our hands from stroking over my shaft.

I slid my hand up to the underside of her breast. She was breathing so hard that the mound was bouncing slightly, the weight heavy.

And then I molded my big palm around the fleshy mound.

I leaned in and dragged my snout along her throat, over the underside of her chin, and followed the same path with my tongue.

Fuck, I was close to coming, and adjusted my body to the side so I now faced her, my cock pointed right at her belly. I wanted to make a sticky mess on Marcella so she’d never be able to clean it fully off.

“Marcella,” I growled and bared my teeth, a warning for her to obey me.

She exhaled and slowly tipped her head so she could look into my face.

“You’ll look right at me as we do this, as I claim you this way for the first time.”

I squeezed her hand with my paw, knew I was probably hurting her, but she didn’t tell me to stop. And even if she tried to stop this, I couldn’t. I was too far gone in my primal need to have her, to make her see and feel and fucking know that I’d never let her go.

“Wait,” she gasped out, but I just curled my fingers tighter around hers. “I can’t do this.”

“You will do this. You’re going to get me off so I can come all over you.” She made a strange noise and halfheartedly tried to pull her hand back. And although I kept my hold on her, if she truly wanted me to stop, I would have let her go.

She wanted to act like she needed this to stop, but I could smell how sweet and drenched her cunt was. I could hear her little mewls that she tried to keep buried deep in her throat.

Her pupils were blown, her lips swollen and red because she kept biting them.

I slid my paw over her nape to tangle my claws against the back of her head, gripping the strands and jerking her head back.

“Are you going to be a good girl and admit you’re mine?”

She moaned again and shook her head, which had me humming in pleasure and frustration at her defiance.

And when she mewled out, when she closed her eyes and parted her mouth even more—as I smelled her orgasm flower in the air—that’s when I let myself go.

I let a low rumble leave my chest as my balls tightened, and I exploded, spraying my seed all over her belly before angling my cock up so the thick white ropes splattered against her throat.

She gasped.

I pulled her in closer and dragged my tongue along her mouth, repeatedly. And still I kept marking her because she was mine.

It was a second of me sucking in great lungfuls of air, my body shaking and shuddering from getting off, before I felt calm enough to think clearly again. Jerking off wasn’t foreign to me, but I’d never had a female touch me. Until her.

While she was still in her post-pleasure haze, I didn’t stop myself as I dragged my tongue along her cheek and then over her lips again. When she parted her lips, I let my tongue slip in.

I didn’t have a mouth or lips, and could never kiss her the way I’d seen humans do. But I could lick her, lapping at every inch of her body until she shook and cried out for me to give her more.

“You,” she finally said in an almost shocked tone before that surprise faded, and I could see the spiciness I loved so much in her come forth. “It was you.” She glanced down and picked at her shirt, my cum soaking the fabric and I felt fierce pride because of it.

I knew she’d figured it out, and my length started hardening again at that reality. I wanted her to know that what I’d done was something my kind did when we found our mate.

“Say it, my fierce little female. Tell me what you’ve realized.”

She took a step back, and I let her.

Her hands were curled into tiny fists at her sides, her nostrils flaring, the scent of her annoyance filling my nose in the most tantalizing of ways.

“You… you…” she couldn’t get past that lone word, but I didn’t move, didn’t speak, just watched her and let her work through this.

“You came all over me like a damn pervert.”

I moved a step closer, the water rippling around me. “I marked you.”

The sound that came from her was loud and shrill. “Marked me? Like a damn dog pissing on a tree?”

I cocked my head to the side. “No. Like a predator, I am making sure anything and anyone who comes close enough to scent you will know you’re mine.” I snarled, the very thought of another male even looking at her having rage filling every part of me. “My scent covers you, my sweet Marcella, and it’s that smell that will let any other predator know that I’ll shred them apart if they so much as touch you.”

I moved another step forward, and her survival instincts claimed her as she retreated one back, causing a high to fill me as the predator I was rose, as well.

“You came all over me,” she said again and blinked, her lips parting. “Marked me.” She whispered softly those dual words as she looked at the water.

I bared my teeth in the only form of a smile I could give her. “I did, and you look gorgeous covered in my seed.” If I could have laughed, I would have at the anger she threw my way. But I grabbed my cock, which had gone hard in an instant, and started stroking myself all over again, “I can give you more, if you like?”

She made a frustrated sound and turned, storming off toward the shore, and I hummed low in pleasure.

My mate was a force, that was clear, and I hungered to see how much I could push her.