by Raven Willow
Riona brought her hand to the top of her gown, loosening the ribbon that held it up. She let the fabric fall off one shoulder, where his bite had healed. He wanted to bite her again, but he would not risk trauma while she carried his pups. He would take her face in his hands, pressing their foreheads together and immerse himself in her new scent. Her honeysuckle was different now, mixed with new scents that brought him comfort.
“Show me everything. All of it.”
Alistair fisted her delicate gown, nearly ready to rip it. His voice dropped as the wolf fought him. Riona shrugged the gown off, revealing her breasts and the small swell where his children nestled. Her long hair was growing thicker, tickling his chest as she bent over to shrug off the rest of the gown. He helped lift her to tug it off her legs, fighting the wolf’s impatience. Once she straddled him fully naked, he stared in awe. The goddess herself couldn’t have been this beautiful. His mate truly was perfection.
Riona leaned over Alistair, his body jumping at the touch of her hands. Her hair hid their faces as their lips touched. He tried not to be too rough with her. The need to grab her by the throat and throw her down to take her hard and fast would have to curb itself. He would do nothing to harm his pups.
But the way she was lighting his skin on fire, the way she stroked the wolf with her delicate little fingers, making him want to shift and keep his teeth buried in her neck as he took her in their mating bed, was becoming harder to resist. When the time came to give her pups again, he would mount her under the moon, in the water, on the ground, wherever his wolf decided he would pin his mate down and bury his teeth in her delicate flesh. The wolf would make her come undone again and again until she would barely be able to walk. Then he would gather her up, sleeping soundly in his arms, warm and safe beneath his claws and his scars. She was too innocent to look at his wolf. Too innocent to bear witness to what he could do. And yet she would hold him and clutch him close to her, making little noises of contentment. Riona did not fear the wolf. It grounded her.
“Easy, girl, I cannot have you in the way you’ve grown accustomed to.”
Riona pouted.
“Why not?” She sat up, covering her breasts. The feeling of self-consciousness entered her mind, where Alistair sensed it.
“Put those arms down, love, I did not mean it in that way.”
Riona obeyed, but Alistair held her hands at her sides to keep her from hiding what was his again.
“I only meant that you are in delicate condition. There are new scents that overwhelm me when I am near you, and it stirs me in such a way that if I lost control, I fear hurting you. And our pups.”
“So I cannot kiss my mate?” Riona cocked her head, her tone smart.
“Of course you can, you can pull me from whatever occupies me and gift me with these little lips any time. I could never fault you for that.”
She leaned down again, kissing him once more.
“I am the alpha mate, what if I am consumed with such a desire—a fierce desire that can only be satiated by taking my mate to our bed and ravaging him?” Riona jested, but the very idea made his cock nearly jut through his breeches.
Yes... please take it.
Alistair sat up, holding her closer to him.
“You little tease, you want me to take you, don’t you, you want me to fill this little pussy.”
Riona’s little growl followed before she pushed him back on the bed again.
“I want you!” She kissed him roughly, frenzied as she ran her hands over his hair. He couldn’t resist his claws piercing through as they pressed into her naked thighs.
“You want me then.” He separated for air, only she followed, unwilling to let him go as she muffled his words.
“Take your mate, female.”
Riona grinned as she took hold of his shirt, ripping it down the middle and pressing her red lips into his muscle.
“I need you. I need it, and I need you...” Riona was feeling the ache. The need spread through both of their bodies in the form of heat starting between their legs. Even more so now in her state. He loved how perpetually aroused she became when he touched her. And one touch was all it took.
She took the ribbon from her hair but Alistair took over, winding her locks in his fist and pulling her up to him.
“Take my cock in your hand, yes, like that.”
Riona jerked him slowly as her jaw seemed to jut out. She was beginning to sprout her teeth as she ran her pink tongue over them. Alistair wanted that tongue over him, his cock, his throat. To take it in his mouth and inhale her scent.
Her hand was too slow, running up and down his shaft and massaging the tip. He moved his hips up, encouraging her to move faster.
Please, dove, please.
She began to grind herself against him, but the pace of her hands didn’t hasten.
“You said I could take it, so I am.” Her hands stopped moving, right under the swollen purple head. “But in my own time.”
The little tease was going to try making him beg for it now. Alistair tried protesting, but she covered his mouth with her sweet little lips, swallowing his groans. He couldn’t lift his pelvis to meet her. Not while she remained working herself on his thighs. The smell of her arousal filled the room, but he wanted to be the one to make her come, to touch the cunt he owned.
She stopped her ministrations, only holding his swollen cock while she took her pleasure. No. She would ride him. Now.
“On my cock, dove, now!” He wouldn’t wait anymore. She may hold the power in this moment having him pinned to their bed, but he could still effortlessly lift her and impale his mate on his manhood, making sure she was positively filled of him. So sore afterwards she never forgot whose name she screamed.
He grew impatient, taking her hips and spinning her around so she faced backwards. Her ass was pulled toward him, making her lean forward. She suddenly grew bashful and he could see her cover her breasts.
“Oh, no, no, you wanted control, you’ll have it. Get those hands back here like this.” He guided her arms back to brace on his hips. The position forced her back to arch, her hair falling back on his chest.
“I-I don’t know this act...”
Gods, so innocent still.
“You will, love. Just bounce up and down like that. Go on.”
His mate groaned as she grasped his cock, sinking down and putting it where it needed to go. The new position allowed for the deepest penetration, unlike what she was used to when he took her from behind and mounted her, biting into her shoulder. He would growl, promising to murder any man whose scent mingled with hers. Riona would reward him with desire-laced screams, pushing her ass into him as he bit down, knowing deep inside that she would always belong to him, and obey. Now she was allowing him to take charge again. Her nails pinched into him, rocking as her breasts bounced about obscenely. They must have hurt in doing so; she held them to her body as she sat straight up.
“Just take it, Alistair, please!” She wanted more, but was too exhausted to hang on to him anymore.
“Do you wish to submit again?” He sat up, kissing her spine and snaking a hand around her waist ready to reposition.
“Yes... please!” Alistair wasted no time, moving so that he sat atop her again and her legs wrapped around his waist.
“Take it, little girl. Open those legs up for me.”
He guided his swollen cock inside, her warm wet heat spreading through his body as he let out a guttural moan. He looked down at his mate. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head while she locked him deep inside her with her legs. She controlled his movements until he grabbed hold of her inner thighs, holding her open and exposed.
“I said, hold those legs open for me; you will lie back and take my cock like an obedient girl or I will flip you over and tongue fuck that little puckered hole while you press your face into the bed trying desperately to hide your shame from me. But you’d love that, wouldn’t you, she-wolf?”
Riona gasped. He had never done that before, but the thought
stirred her. She brought her fingers to her mouth then to her clit, pleasuring the little bud as she allowed herself to submit.
“Oh, Gods... yes!” She could only muster a few words, too focused on the overwhelming rapture that her body would quickly surrender to if her mate continued to speak of what he wanted.
“Yes, mate, I will do that one day. You will see. I will subject your body to the most depraved debauched acts. What if I made you ride my face? Let me lick that needy little cunt and squeeze your thighs around my head?”
That. That was what she wanted. He could feel the goosebumps that rose to her flesh when his promise reached her ears. Yes, he would take her that way. But for now, he would spill himself inside of his wanton mate, marking her again.
Chapter Thirty-One
The wolf’s heavy breathing was all that could be heard as it watched the couple writhing in their bed. The female was enticing, admittedly. The wolf could understand why Alistair was always so taken with her. Especially with her new body. She was quite beautiful, and so easy to jostle about and bend over at will, he could see.
The wolf could stare directly into her face even at the great distance crouching in the trees. The little birthmark above her eyebrow peeked through the waves covering her face while the alpha positioned her and rutted into her from behind. His cock rammed over and over again until he grabbed his mate up and snaked his hand to her clit. The wolf fought the arousal that spread; it could not possibly think to claim the woman, at least not in that way. But the longer his eyes lingered on her breasts, the curly mound between her legs, and her thick tresses, he couldn’t help but want to wind them around his fist and bite her.
She could belong at his side, eventually carry their own pups. Cinead wanted to claim only her body. But the wolf would claim not only that but the pack, the whole land. Replenish the pack the way it should be done; unite all the packs under one, breeding the females as many times over by all the alphas. Bring alpha sons into the world and make them the leaders of the new generation. The new world order of the wolves. The way it was meant to be with the women at their feet, on their knees or on their backs. But this woman, this woman the wolf would keep for his own.
He ran his hands over his red hair, the piercing blue of his eyes flashing while he gripped his pendant in his hands. The crystal he wore each day dangled in his fists, which ached to wrap around that pretty throat. He grinned, his teeth shining in the dark of the night.
“You will help me lead us into the true future, little one.”
Chapter Thirty-Two
The snow fell heavier as midwinter passed. The Jul ceremonies had come and gone, and Riona’s pups grew. Alistair rarely let her out of his sight now. He was hesitant to even allow his mate out of their bed, but Riona was growing stronger.
Alistair woke in the middle of the night, not feeling his mate’s presence beside him. He shot up, calling for her, but no answer. He jumped out of bed, racing out to the living area of their cottage.
“Riona!” he shouted in a panic.
Alistair armed himself with his hunting knife, ready to shift before he looked out of the window to see his mate roaming around behind their lodge. She was still in her dressing gown, albeit a now dirty gown. He could see her delicate fingers now longer and clawed, with her hands outstretched to accommodate them. She looked larger in stature, her hair wild.
Alistair slowly walked outside, careful not to startle her. This was the farthest progressed shift he had seen her make. She appeared to be in her own world, learning the new senses around her. The ground would have felt different. She would have been able to feel his footsteps approaching. Alistair could just make out a low rumble, a sort of mewling sound. Upon getting closer he could see her teeth. He recalled the pain when his canines first expressed, assuming that was the source of her pained cries.
His mate began to grunt, sounding frustrated. Her head whipped around at every tiny sound her ears picked up, which Alistair now noticed began to point. She grabbed hold of a tree, clawing right through the bark in an attempt to release some of her aggression. The noises she made didn’t sound like his mate, but Alistair knew they would both grow used to it. He was surprised; he didn’t expect such an aggressive response to her most advanced shift. Her swollen tummy was still visible in her gown, but as he got closer, the intermingled scent of his mate and their children grew stronger.
She suddenly grabbed her stomach, kneeling to the ground and whimpering in pain. If he could strain his ears he could hear her whisper to their children “be still” in her deeper tone. In seconds, her body seemed to relax, and she hunched forward, taking fistfuls of dirt and snow, growling.
More pain. Alistair’s heart hurt. He wanted to comfort her, but it was better for her to manage on her own. And from what he saw, she was handling it better than he had in his youth.
In his lifetime, he had seen young wolves undergo their first shift and fly into a rampage, destroying anything in their path until their human nature took back control.
In this case, Riona’s human and wolf fought for dominance. The next few moments would be crucial. She needed to gain command of her human form, or she would prematurely shift. She was not ready, and it would be too much for not only her, but his pups.
Riona looked up, the whites of her amber eyes bloodshot and slightly sharper toward the bridge of her delicate nose, which now flared as she picked up the scent of her mate.
“Mate.” Her strangled whisper pleaded for help, and Alistair held up his hands, showing her wolf he was unarmed and would not harm her.
“Yes, Riona, you know me. You know the man and the wolf. I am here now. Will you come to me, but as a woman?”
Alistair kneeled in front of her, but a considerable distance away still. He would not challenge her wolf. For now he would remain on her level, and coax the woman back to him.
“Hurts.” She brought a hand to her locket, which she still wore. She clutched it, as if the human was trying to convince the wolf to back down.
“I know, sweetheart, I know it hurts. But you have done well on your own. Now it is time to come out, come back to me and put the wolf in her cage for now. She will emerge when she is ready.”
“Can’t... hurt... pups...” She moved her clawed hand to her tummy, where he could hear his children’s hearts beating. He could see a small kick toward her side, which didn’t seem to faze her.
“They are alright, my love, they know you are still in there, and they need their mother now, not the wolf.”
Riona grimaced as she pressed her teeth together, holding her head. He could feel her intense pain, but what was intense for her was a mere pinch for him. He would not minimize her discomfort. She would grow accustomed to it and her mate would help guide her in her next shifts to come.
“Make... it... stop!” He could hear a trace of her voice now.
“Very good, love, you’re doing well. Just a little bit more. Put the wolf away and bring back my female.”
He spoke into her mind. She let herself fall to the ground, hugging herself as she brought her knees close. The shaking of her body made him want to hold her, but she was much stronger now. She could easily hurt him if she wanted to, or in the worst-case scenario hurt their pups.
Some minutes passed by until the shaking and whimpering stopped, and he heard the soft cries of his mate. He was sure now she had conducted her wolf, and it was safe to comfort her.
“My love? Riona. Come to me, sweetheart.”
She shakily sat up, tears marking her pretty cheeks as she shuffled her way to her mate. Her eyes had returned to their normal brown color, her ears had receded as well as her teeth, and her hands were no longer elongated.
“I’m sorry... I didn’t mean to—”
“No, dove, shhh, it’s alright. You’ve nothing to be sorry for. The wolf called to you and you answered. I was worried, yes, but I knew you would be alright. You handled her well.” He cradled his mate in his arms for what could have been the rest of the
night in the snow, removing his dressing robe and wrapping it around his trembling female.
Alistair carried her inside, still shaking in his arms but more relaxed.
“I am so proud of you. I’m so proud.” He set her down on the bed, stripping her dirty gown off. A new gown would be bought for her, one that accentuated her burgeoning belly. Something he could hike up to look at it. The wolf would be pleased to be able to gaze upon it and be constantly aware of his young.
“Wait right there, sweetheart.” He gathered a pitcher and bowl filled with warm water and soaked a washcloth.
“A small warm bath will help the muscle spasms. You may feel fatigued—well, maybe a little more than usual...” Alistair eyed her womb. He stood her limp body up, still shaken from the shift.
“Easy, just hold on to me.”
She clutched his bare shoulders while he passed the warm rag over her body. He paid special attention to her face, still puffy and red. Seeing her cry made his wolf whimper and want to comfort her. It wanted to lick her face and wash the tears away.
Alistair moved the rag over her breasts, being gentle. They were very tender and not tolerant of his rough bites. As much as he ached to mark her again, he would caress them softly, providing any herbs or remedies recommended for soothing the tenderness.
“They are strong, do you feel them? Here, see?” He took her hand and pressed it to her belly, where movement was usually felt by one pup who seemed to favor being above the other. Riona’s shoulders dropped and she exhaled, seeming visibly relaxed when she could feel the small kick.
“I was afraid I hurt them.”
Riona explained how she had woken to the extreme heat flooding her body. Her skin had stuck to the sheets when she jumped up desperate for water. But when her feet touched the wood floor she yelped. Her ankles buckled beneath her and she clutched the bed to keep from colliding with the floor, heart racing and her claws already expressed.
When she described how she made it crawling to the back entrance of their home, crying and panting quietly as not to wake her mate, Alistair frowned. She should have alerted him, but what mattered now was that she was recovered.