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CHAPTER SEVEN

“I WANT TO know what you like,” Bruin was saying.

Rora was in his room, and they were in the middle of kissing. She had her back to a wall, and he was kissing her senseless there, and she liked the kissing. She liked the talking less. What the hell did that even mean, what she liked? She panted, “I like this. This is good.”

He pulled away and looked at her. “You’re embarrassed.”

She shook her head. What was he talking about?

“Little doe,” he said, tilting his head, “there must be something you think about when you want to get aroused, when you’re all alone and pleasuring yourself. I want to know what it is.”

Her lips parted, and she felt heat rush to her face.

“See,” he said softly as he brushed his fingertips over her chin, “you are embarrassed. That’s all right. Let’s try this. Tell me the most depraved thing you can possibly think of, something so disgusting you would never do it, something beyond the pale, not something you want.”

“Why?” she said, giggling a little.

“Just to get your mouth around something filthy, little one,” he said. “Humor me.”

She cringed, looking up at the ceiling. He was touching her chin. She couldn’t think.

“If I tell you this is something I have fantasized about? Something I never thought would happen?”

“What?” she said.

“Being someone’s first, clearly.”

She looked at him.

“I want you to enjoy yourself,” he said. “I can’t make that happen if I don’t know what you enjoy.”

“But… just do what…” She huffed. “It’s not like that, is it? It’s not like that, where if you’re good at sex with one person, you’re good at sex with everyone?”

He shook his head. “It is not. There are commonalities, obviously, but there’s quite a lot of varied preferences and directions.”

“Golden showers,” she said.

He raised his eyebrows.

“The depraved thing!” she said. “The thing I don’t want, that’s beyond the pale.”

“That’s your beyond the pale,” he said, nodding.

“Well!” She giggled again. “I mean, you didn’t say think of the worst thing in the world.”

“I did not,” he said.

She was still giggling. “Okay, okay, it helped, maybe.” She let out a breath. “You’re not going to reject me, are you? No matter what I say?”

“Nope,” he said with a grin.

She dragged her hands over his shoulders, feeling looser. “What’s it like in your fantasy?”

“With a very innocent girl who has no idea what she wants, you mean? It’s not like this.”

“What’s it like?” She grinned at him.

He nodded at her. “I see why you resisted saying your fantasy, actually. It’s a bit different having the light shone directly in your face. But very well, someone must take a risk here, little doe.” He slid his hand in to cup her jaw. “The fantasy girl is very innocent, so innocent she might not know the names of things.”

“Oh, and you have to teach her?” said Rora, breathless, her body responding to this.

“Wait, do you like that? ”

“You know what I’ve never done?” said Rora. “I mean obviously never done, because I’ve never done anything. But what I want to know how to do?”

“Tell me,” he breathed.

“A, um, a blow job. You could teach me how to do that.”

He narrowed his eyes. “That doesn’t seem fair.”

“Well, why not, because—”

“Because it’s all about my pleasure, and I want to please you.”

“Oh,” she said, with a little smile.

“But we could trade favors that way?” he said. “Just you first.” He kissed her again.

She sighed against his mouth. “Okay,” she agreed.

“No one’s ever done that to you?”

She shook her head, wordless. Clearly, no one had ever done that to her.

“So, I’ll need to walk you through it,” he said in a rich voice. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you, little doe.”

Yes, this was perfect, this was what she wanted. She nodded, eager.

“You need to lie down, on your back, on the bed.” He gave her a gentle nudge.

She did it, lying down, legs pressed tightly together.

He stood at the foot of the bed and lifted up one of her feet and began to ease off her shoes.

She looked up at him, standing over her, his antlers, his long tresses of black, silver-streaked hair, his handsome face.

He parted her legs and climbed up between her knees. He reached down, resting his fingers on the buttons of her pants. “These will have to come off,” he informed her.

She wriggled into the bed, shutting her eyes and said, in a very small voice, “Oh, I had no idea. I don’t understand any of this.”

He chuckled.

She opened her eyes. “Bad?”

“Not bad,” he said, shaking his head. “The opposite of bad.”

She shut her eyes again. “Do you have to take other things off me, too?”

“Hmm,” he said. “Not strictly necessary, I suppose, but maybe we should, to be thorough.”

“Be very thorough with me,” she said. “Please. I want it quite thorough.”

“All right,” he said, and he had her sit up so that he could remove her shirt. Then, he reached around her and undid her bra clasp with one hand.

She grinned.

“Impressed?” he said, tossing it off the bed.

“Very,” she whispered.

He was staring at her breasts.

She was feeling self-conscious, because her belly was bare, and she did not have a flat belly by any stretch of the imagination.

“You’re perfect,” he said, ducking down, careful to keep his antlers out of the way, and nuzzling and suckling at her.

It felt good and she moaned into that, arching her back, feeling even looser than before.

He kissed his way over her not-even-a-little-bit-flat belly, kissed his way down to her pants and unbuttoned them.

She let out a hiss.

“You’re doing very well, little doe,” he told her.

“I like that,” she informed him.

“You like what?”

“Being, um, praised,” she said, feeling embarrassed again. “You could…” She couldn’t say this.

“I could what?” He unzipped her.

She shook her head, shutting her eyes again.

He began to peel her pants away. “I want to know, little doe. You know I do.”

She still couldn’t, though, she simply could not.

He pulled her pants entirely off and started to remove her underwear. “This is how it’s done, you see?” he said in a lilting voice. “You don’t understand any of this, but I am much more experienced than you, and you must listen when I tell you, this is how it’s done. You are meant to tell me what I can do to please you.”

She opened her eyes in slits, seeing how he was using the play she’d done before against her. It helped. Courage floated out, from somewhere. “You could call me a good girl,” she managed, all in one breath.

“Oh,” he said, smiling, pulling away the last of her clothing. “You are a good girl, little doe. Such a very good girl.”

She arched her back, her voice breathy. “Do I please you?”

“Very much,” he rumbled. “You’re a perfectly put together little thing with such pretty upturned breasts and such lovely thick thighs, and this .” He cupped her, between her thighs.

She gasped.

“Spread your legs for me,” he ordered in a guttural voice. “That’s what a very good doe will do right now. Open your legs very wide and show that to me.”

“To my stag,” she breathed, obeying him.

“To your stag,” he confirmed. He sighed. “Oh, look at you, Rora. Look how pretty and wet you are.”

She couldn’t help but preen.

He brushed at her sex, sort of petting her. “Good girl. Such a good girl.” He went lower and planted a kiss against the most sensitive part of her.

She let out a little gasp, as a jolt of goodness went through her.

“Now, little doe,” he said, finding one of her hands, “you are meant to hold on, hmm? And you can use this to steer too.” He put her hand to his antlers, showing her that she should grab onto him. “Other hand too.”

She obeyed.

“Good girl,” he said, and he licked her, one long sweet stripe of his tongue, all the way up her.

She moaned, her grasp on his antlers falling away.

He put her hands back. “Now, now, you need to guide me, that’s a good girl. If you want more pressure or less, you let me know this way. Pull me or push me, that’s right.”

And soon enough, she realized she liked having control over it, because—at first—she wanted more pressure, but then she realized it was too much and she needed less, and she could sort of steer his mouth on her there, and he was quite responsive that way.

She could move him up or down.

He kept wanting to delve into her opening, which she liked, but she liked it better when he licked her clitoris and she kept yanking his antlers up to get what she liked.

And every time she did, he praised her, voice muffled as he spoke into her sex, the feeling of it a tickling sort of delight. “Good girl, put me just where you want me, that’s exactly right. Sun and moon, that’s making me hard.”

But he was entirely dressed, and she was entirely naked, and how had she let that happen?

She almost stopped him, made him strip his clothes, but then his tongue made contact with her clitoris and she got distracted.

Even still, it seemed to take her forever to reach her climax.

She kept starting to get close and then thinking something awful, like that he must be bored, or that maybe she tasted bad, or that he was smothered between her fat thighs or that she was hurting him by yanking on his antlers.

But each time, he would reassure her, his deep voice praising her. Such a good doe, such a perfect little pussy. I want to taste you for hours. Yes, good girl, move me just where you want me, just like that. Fuck, this is good, so good.

And when it did happen, she’d climbed and fallen towards her climax so many times that she’d sort of, effectively, edged herself, and it was absolutely a dynamite orgasm. It was like a stampede of a thousand hoofed animals coming down a mountain, galloping over her, again and again, and it left her loose-legged and out of breath and panting as she lay on the bed in a state of utter satisfaction.

EIREN HEARD THE wolf spring after her. He seemed to leap over his porch and land on the ground and take off behind her.

She ran like she’d never run before, careening into the woods at full speed, running like her life depended on it, every movement of her muscles pumping adrenaline into her whole body, and she thought, in an odd, detached way, even as she was moving, that she probably was scenting fear like crazy, that the fear scent must be making the wolf lose it, that she should probably calm down if she could.

But she couldn’t.

She could only run.

He was just behind her, right at her heels, but he didn’t catch her, not at first.

She went over the fence and back into the grounds of the Center. The wolf came after her.

She jumped over fallen branches with a speed and dexterity she didn’t even know she had. It was amazing what running for her life did to make her fast and agile.

But is it my life? Is that wolf trying to kill me?

Well, what else could that wolf want to do?

And the answer to that, exploding through her brain, might have been what made her trip. She didn’t fall down, not entirely, but she faltered, and then he was on her, and they both went down on the forest floor, her face down and him on top of her, and he pressed his pelvis into her ass and she felt his hard-on, and she let out some kind of sound, like a whine, and he bit her.

Not hard enough to break the skin. He put his teeth into her neck, into the spot there that might be called the scruff of her neck, the place that dogs carried around their puppies, and she whined again, and he dug his hard cock into the swell of her ass in a series of thrusts.

She panted.

He growled.

Her pelvis felt warm, tingly. She did something insane. She angled her ass up into his body, pressing back against his thrusting, thrusting back. It sent tingles and jolts through her body. Her breasts began to feel full and heavy. She whined again.

He settled his pelvis against her hard, inhibiting her movement, pinning her to the ground.

She struggled, whining.

He let go at her neck, and now his tongue swept in, licking her there, licking that spot where his teeth had been.

Her pelvis was hot now, like fluid fire. She was incredibly turned on. She said a word. “Please.”

He grunted.

She reached back with one of her hands, seeking, and she found the button of his pants.

But he grabbed her hand and pinned it to the ground, still licking her neck. “Are you sure?” he groaned.

“Yes,” she whined, bucking up into him, each movement making her body feel flooded with the heat that was gathering between her thighs. “Oh, yes.”

He let go of her hand and moved off of her. He settled on his knees there. He put both of his hands on the button of his jeans.

She was free.

She could get up…

She hesitated.

He hesitated, hands on his button, not undressing, just looking at her.

They were both breathing hard.

Abruptly, she got to her feet and took off running again.

Behind her, she heard a rasping breath and then he was coming after her again.

He caught her quickly this time, and he slammed her into the trunk of a tree.

She let out noisy breaths, rubbing her body into his, whining again.

“If you want me to let you go,” he said into her ear, his voice rough, “I think you need to walk. The running, it’s…”

“It’s what?”

“Too much,” he groaned. “You need to understand, the way you smell right now…”

“You like it?” She was taunting him.

“I want to…” He didn’t finish. He licked her again, licked a long line up the side of her neck. He scraped his teeth over her flesh.

She shuddered against him. “You want to fuck me,” she supplied.

“Yes, that’s what I want,” he grunted, nipping his teeth against the nape of her neck now. “Sex.”

Not to kill me, she thought. He wouldn’t kill me.

And some part of her, some deep-down instinctive part of her, knew this was utter bullshit.