by Marilynn Fae
"It's alright, rabbit," he hums. "I've got you now." He has a nice and steady heartbeat. She presses her ears close to his chest and focuses on listening to that. The sooner she calms, the easier it will be for her to shift back. Not that she's going to shift here, though. She doesn't have any clothes to wear and the last thing she wants to do is cling to him while she's naked. The mental image of that is already enough to make her body heat up.
She doesn't know if had just come across her accidentally or if Darnell had asked people at the hotel for help tracking her down when he realized that he had drifted away.
It takes her a lot longer than it should have to notice that he's brought her back to the hotel. She waits for him to be stopped for bringing an animal into the hotel. Surely they're too classy for pets, but nobody stops him as he makes his way to the elevator and up.
In fact, he gets her to his room without any fuss at all and then she's deposited neatly onto the sink. She tries to jump down off the counter and onto the floor, but he captures her midair and puts her back into the sink before her paws touch the ground.
"I don't want you to hurt yourself, darling," he asks, his brows furrowed, expression stern.
If her paws were long enough, she would totally cross them and glare at him to show him just how much she appreciates being manhandled like this, but then he gets hold of her scruff and she melts again be cause she's weak.
He gets the water running first, making sure it's a warm enough temperature before lowering her into it. "Just getting you clean, darling," he says, his voice soothing and soft.
The warm water does feel really good, so she just stays limp in his hand as he rubs soapy water all over her body, carefully maneuvering her so that he doesn't get water into her ears. She kind of hates how much she purrs when he massages underneath her fur.
He even gets her little paws cleaned up and then blow dries her clean before putting her on top of the bed. "Stay, alright? I'll be right back," he instructs and she's kind of too tired to do anything but curl up on his bed, pressing her nose to his pillow. He smells really good.
She falls asleep just as she feels the bed dip. A warm hand covers her body and then she's being pulled into a warm chest. She falls asleep.
Chapter Four: Mate
When she wakes, she feels lightheaded and more than a little bit confused. She's in a bed, but it doesn't smell like familiar. In fact, it doesn't even smell like her, which doesn't make any sense because she's slept in it and it should smell like her for that reason alone.
When she shifts, she feels a strong pair of arms around her waist, tugging her back and pulling her in place. She pauses. That's not right. She- she should be alone.
It's still dark out, but she doesn't need the light to feel the warm press of a body behind her. She can't ignore the fact that she's completely naked, having just shifted back from her rabbit form. And he's not wearing much either, just a pair of boxers to keep his cock from sliding between her legs. Not that it's not doing that anyways. There's just a piece of clothing in the way of letting her feel the skin-to-skin sensation. He's pressed her so hard to him that her tail is just a flat ball of fur between them.
When his palm splays over her stomach, his free hand circling her breasts and grabbing hold tight enough for her to squeak out a broken-off protest.
"Sleep," he rumbles, his voice deep, a little bit guttural.
She doesn't listen. Instead, she tries to wriggle out of his grip, which is a terrible idea because that just rubs her tail over his already half-hard cock and he punishes her by tightening his grip more, yanking her up a little bit so that his cock fits between her thighs and his mouth closes over her neck.
"Stay," he growls and sucks a bruise on her neck, bringing blood to the surface of her skin.
She whimpers and feels him mark her. It feels foreign, but also really good. Her instincts overpowers her brain, every nerve of her body alight with yes, yes, please. She should be frightened. A wolf has his teeth on her pulse and is mouthing her like he's looking for a taste. She should be terrified, really.
But she's not. The more she feels his mouth, his hands all over her, the hotter her body gets. Her nerve endings come awake one after another, from the points where his touch begins to the roots of her hair. It feels inevitable, like the last piece of a puzzle fitting into place, like she had been waiting her entire life for this moment and now that she's here, there's nothing for her to be afraid of.
"Sweet little thing," he slurs, opening his mouth wider, gently rubbing his teeth against her skin. "You smell fantastic. Like mine. So perfect and beautiful," he says, branding every place their skin touches.
She whimpers, leaning her head to the side, offering him more of her neck to work with and he licks and suckles lazily, hands palming her breasts, rubbing and pinching them until they're both pebbled and slightly red at the bottom. She has always bruised so easily.
"It's alright," he murmurs when she hears herself keening, body trembling both of out fear and arousal.
She's never felt this way before.
"I'm going to be so good to you. I'll take care of you. Make sure you have everything you've ever wanted," he says, lips on her skin, promises burning like hot brands on her flesh.
And what he's saying sound really, really good. It goes to all the right places in her body, bringing to life senses and nerve endings she didn't know she had. She likes the sound of his voice, the things he's vowing. "Are you- are you going to make a burrow with me?" she asks, timid, almost uncertain.
"Put my pups in you," he hums, hands on her flat stomach, like he's imagining filling her up already. "Breed you until you're nice and round with my pups inside you. Have you in my nest and get you all fattened up just for me," he rumbles, word tumbling over each other, his teeth turning sharp as fangs as he speaks. She feels the brush of his stubble on her skin, his hands turning more claw-like before her eyes.
She knows he's not going to hurt her. Her skin feels like she's burning and his touch is the soothing balm that she craves. "Yes," she whines despite herself. "Yes, please." She blushes.
His hand presses flat on her stomach and then rubs further down, leaving a trail of goosebumps wherever he touches. He's such a huge man, his palm able to cover the entirety of her stomach and when he cups her between her legs, she's entirely unprepared for the the jolt of pleasure that courses up her spine. His fingers brush between her pussy lips, pushing them open so that he's teasing at her opening with the tip of his finger. She's immeasurably glad that his wolf is under control enough that he's no longer sporting a wolf claw. "You're so fucking wet already," he says.
She blushes bright red at his words, squirming to get his finger away.
"My little slut," he growls and really, that sort of dirty talk shouldn't be making her more wet.
She's completely mortified. She's not a slut. She's pretty sure she's the opposite of a slut because she's never even had sex before!
"Do you touch yourself at night, darling? Make yourself come on your fingers like a little slut?"
She shakes her head, her cheeks burning so hot she's worried she would catch on fire. He's still mouthing along her neck, sucking a ring of bruises all around her like he's trying to mark her up and let everyone who so much as looks at her know that she's taken. She stays with her parents in their little burrow and they don't have much privacy there. Plus, she's never been too curious about sex before. She kind of wishes she had experimented more now that his hands are on her and it feels so impossibly good and yet completely unfamiliar. "No, no," she finds herself whimpering. "I haven't- I've never," her breath catches on a high whine when his fingers dance over her body, tongue licking and mouth sucking bruises all over.
"So fucking wet already," he growls. "And all for me. My perfect little mate."
She feels little. He curls over her from behind, one hand rubbing between her slit and the other playing with her nipple, his chin resting on the top of her head and his cock fitting between
her inner thighs. "I'm not- I'm not," she whimpers, clutching at his hand with the initial thought of pushing him away and ends up tracing over the veins and muscles there.
He pulls his fingers all the way up to her engorged clit and-
"Oh!" she gasps. The pleasure that jolts up her spine is completely novel and unexpected. She shivers as he continues to rub it gently.
"Aren't you just the loveliest little thing. So responsive. I'm going to have a lot of fun taking you apart," he growls. "You're so perfect, so sweet."
To her mortification, he takes his fingers out and sucks them slowly, slurping up her wetness like she tastes amazing. She grimaces. "That's- that's gross- don't- don't do that," she whimpers. It makes her feel all sorts of weird feelings.
"You taste lovely," he says. "You smell fantastic," he continues. "I thought I had smelled you in the hotel earlier but you left before I could track you down and then you were outside. Your werewolf friend was half crazed looking for you," he says and her scent sours with guilt. She knew Darnell would be worried about her. "You're lucky I could track you down," he continues, his grip tightening. "Luckier that I got to you before someone else had gotten to you. They would've marked you. Ruined you." His teeth lengthens, sharp tip of his fangs dipping past the thin epidermis layer and breaking skin.
It stings a little bit and the blood seeping through wakes him enough to pull back. He licks away the pain. "Thank you for saving me," she mumbles, feeling sorry all over again for worrying Darnell. "Is- Did you let Darnell know you've found me?"
"He would have been able to smell you that I've gotten you back." He doesn't sound too concerned with letting people know.
She knows Darnell's not very good with sniffing out scents. His wolf isn't that powerful- but he is sliding his fingers between her legs again before she can argue. It feels too good for her to continue talking, rational thought fleeing her mind as pleasure fills her body.
He rubs his fingers up and down her wet slit, his saliva making it easier for him to circle around her opening, sliding just the tip of his finger inside, stretching her tight little hole with just the tip.
"Ah, ah," she gasps. It feels weird. She's never felt something like that before and she doesn't know what to do. A part of her wants him to take his finger out and another confusing part of her wants to grab his wrist and push his finger in deeper.
"Look at you, rabbit. So eager already," he kisses her again, licking up the bruises around her neck. It feels kind of wet there too and she wonders if she's still bleeding. Everything feels too intense right now. "Suck, baby," he says, pushing his finger to her lips and sliding them in.
She tastes herself on his fingers, a little bit peculiar and musky. She licks around his fingers, moaning when his free hand cups around her breast and plays with her nipples, sending tingles up her spine.
"Suck, darling," he says.
She sucks his fingers, not really understanding why he wants her to do it, but he seems to find pleasure in having her suck on his fingers, rocking his hard cock lazily between her thighs. It's a little bit terrifying. She can feel his cock between her legs, rubbing against her skin. There's a wet patch on his boxers where the head of his cock is poking her thigh.
"That's it. There's my sweet little thing," he growls. "So sweet and lovely," he says. He shifts their bodies suddenly, pinning her underneath him on the bed so that she's trapped underneath his strong arms, his legs on either sides of her hips. He looks more animal than human, his eyes fully green with only a spot of black.
She's never seen someone so beautiful and terrifying all at once. Held down like this, she can't help but feel afraid, her heartbeat speeding up because he's a predator and she's just a rabbit. His wolf ears are perked up high, his tail curled a little behind him.
She thinks of running.
Chapter Five: Dominated
It was kind of easier when she couldn't see him. Now that he's on top of her, she can see everything about him that should scare her and does- the muscles on his chest, animal ears and muscular arms, the powerful bulges of his muscles rippling as he shifts on top of her to make sure that he isn't putting too much weight on her much smaller frame.
She swallows the lump in her throat. He's so, so huge. All of him is enormous. Her eyes can't help but stray between his legs and her eyes widen even more. He had stripped his boxers off some time ago while he wasn't paying attention and she can see his manhood clearly now, thick and long, the bulbous tip the size of her fist. Her heart leaps to her throat. "That's- that's too big," she says and her rabbiting heart speeds even more and it's suddenly hard to breath.
He growls, rocking up a little bit, brushing the tip of his cock to his opening.
She yelps and tries to crawl away, feet digging into the sheets as she pulls back and away from him. The back of her head hits the wall and she yelps. His hands grip her ankles tightly, keeping her rooted to the spot. "Wait," she gasps, seeing something in his eyes that makes her chest clench and her heartbeat stutter. He looks hungry, like he's considering her for a meal and she's a lovely feast set out in front of him.
"You smell lovely," he growls, pulling her to him, prying her legs open easily. "Smells ready to be mated already."
Her hands curl into the sheets as she watches him crawl up towards her. Her heart is beating so strongly against her ribcage that that sound rings in her ear, a steady 'thump-thump-thump' reminding her of her rabbit paw thumping against the floor. "I don't- I-" she writhes, trying to close her legs together, inner thighs clenching and tensing. His grip is stronger, keeping her legs open wide. It's humiliating. She's not used to nudity and she's even less used to someone watching her so intensely. His gaze is on her face despite the fact that he has her spread open like this. She clamps her hands over her pussy,
"You're so wet," he says. His fangs are sharp, eyes glowing like he can't quite control his wolf. "Can you touch yourself? Put your hands on your breasts? For me?" he is asking softly, but his tone goes straight through her body with a shiver.
There must be something wrong with her because her hands move without consulting her brain and her hands are moving to her breasts, grasping her soft breasts and playing with her sensitive nipples the same way he had played with them earlier. It doesn't feel nearly as good as when he had touched her, but it still feels really good. She bites her lower lip, keeping the soft moans inside. Her nipples harden and she draws in a sharp breath as every nerve ending in her body come alive.
He grabs her ankles and parts her legs as wide as he can, and then he's leaning in to lick up her hole, expert tongue separating the folds of her opening and licking into her hole.
She lets out a choked noise, hips pushing up and into his mouth without thinking.
"That's it," he growls and his warm breath on her clit makes her whole body tremble. He licks up her opening again and again, pausing at her clit to tease it with his tongue.
"I don't- I don't even know your name," she squeaks out in panic.
"Ethan," he rumbles lazily, like it doesn't matter whether she knows his name, and slides his finger down her wet slit. She's so hot there, so soft and wet. He presses his finger in and she lets out a sharp inhale at the sudden stretch.
The intrusion feels a little weird alongside his tongue inside of her hole. She tries to relax as he pushes through the tight, soft walls and penetrates her deeper. She cries out his name when he curls his fingers, touching a spot that makes every muscle in her body seize and contract. "Oh, Ethan. Ethan," she cries. It only seems to spur him on. She's whining loudly, the shock of pleasure rocketing through her causes her to lose control of her vocal chords. He adds a second finger before she thinks she's ready, opening her up and stretching her tight walls.
"That's it," he coaxes. "Lovely," he hums, getting his fingers two knuckles deep before pulling his fingers out, and then licking into her hole to make her legs tremble.
She stays still, too afraid to move. His free hand massages her inner thighs, distracting
her from the stretch of his fingers and his tongue in her hole. Her walls clench and relax around his fingers, as if trying to milk him. When he tries to get a third finger inside of her hole, she yelps and kicks out accidentally, her feet hitting his shoulder.
He doesn't even flinch, but she panics, worried that she had hurt him accidentally.
It must've hurt. She has a pretty strong kick even though she's quite little. She's a rabbit, after all. "I'm sorry," she whimpers, tears filling her eyes immediately. "I didn't- I didn't mean to- I- I-"
"It's alright," he says, fingers pulling free from her hole when he notices her panic. He pulls himself up so that he's eye-to-eye with her. "Poor thing. I'm not upset, love." He licks up her cheek, cleaning away the tears she doesn't realize she's crying. His touch is soothing and she doesn't feel the same disgust she had felt earlier when the strange werewolf had licked up her tears. His scent on her skin feels good too, feels right.
Her tears seem to bring his senses back somewhat and his eyes shift from green and black to more human-like colors. "Are you scared, love? I'll be gentle, I promise." He holds her close and she doesn't even think about it, clinging to him, arms wrapping tight around his neck.
She's loves hugs and being held. She used to sleep with her mum and dad in their burrow, but she's outgrown that years ago. He's really muscular and really big. She can hardly get of her arms around his neck.
"Do I frighten you, love?" he asks, his voice low and rumbling. "There's nothing to be afraid of. I'm going to take care of you now. You know what mates are, don't you?"
Her nod is jerky against his neck. It means he's the one she's been waiting for to catch and claim her. Do wolves have burrows? She'll be sad if he doesn't dig a nice burrow for her and have a nice patch of land for them to sunbath in. She's envious of her brother's burrows and the gardens that they've painstakingly grown in order to make their wives happy. "Will you grow a garden for me?" she asks.