As though he’d read my mind, he put the head of his cock inside me. I gasped and leaned up when I felt the size. He looked down at me with desire in his eyes and slowly thrust his hips forward, filling me up with every inch of him. I cried out his name, and he slid out, back in, out, back in, again and again. I felt that same pressure beginning to build up inside of me. I rocked my hips with his movement, and he leaned into my legs. The angle allowed him to penetrate me straight to my cervix, his huge cock hitting it every single time. I screamed. “Harder! Please! Harder!” I shouted.
He obliged and fucked me so deeply that I screamed out partially in pain, but mostly in pleasure. His breathing was growing as rapid as mine, and I felt myself cresting the edge of orgasm. I felt the pleasure explode from my core and roll throughout my limbs. My body shook violently as I came. My abdomen contracted, and I squeezed tight around him. He rolled his eyes back in his head and groaned loudly.
“Kat!” he said.
I felt the hot cum shoot out of him and into me, filling up my pussy so well. He shuddered and braced himself against my legs, and it seemed like his orgasm was never ending. I relished his facial expressions with his eyes closed as he reached his climax and slowly came down.
He looked me in the eye as he pulled out and climbed on top of me on the table. He kissed me deeply… but tenderly this time. He could be so gentle. He brushed some hair out of my face, and we both stared into each other’s eyes. We worked to stabilize our rapid breathing.
“Whaddaya say?” he asked. “Give me another chance?”
I smiled up at him, intent on giving him a second chance.
“I think I just might,” I said and pulled his face down to mine.
*****
THE END
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Mated For Life
By Nicole Chance
Chapter One
Molly
I dropped my backpack to the dorm's beige carpet and blew a few strands of strawberry blonde hair away from my face. Ugh...
It was just about a week until the start of a new year in college. My absolute least favorite time of each semester. Sure, it was a chance to get a fresh slate and see what my new teachers would be like. See if I was sharing classes with any of my few friends at the mid-sized college I attended, but I mostly enjoyed falling into a steady routine and getting into a flow.
To most people, college was supposed to be this fun, amazing party in people's lives with some studying mixed in, but I'd never really been that kind of girl. That probably explained a lot about my life. I was a product of my parents through and through.
My mother was a mathematics teacher for a high school, and my father was an accountant who ran his own business. Of course, I would be following in his footsteps to eventually take over the family business when they eventually retired. Teaching was definitely out of the question for me since I was an introvert who hated public speaking. Pretty much the exact opposite of my mother. We always had a hard time understanding one another. I was much closer to my father than her.
I sighed and leaned my head back against the dorm's closed front door and stared at the cramped space. My roommate would be coming to campus over the weekend in a few days, so I planned on making this week really count. It was rare that I ever really got time to myself. My parents smothered me when I was at home, and my roommate wanted to hang out literally all the time on campus. So much so that I studied for my classes way more than I needed to just so she'd occasionally back off. It had the upside of great grades, but I wouldn't have minded more of a social life.
I mean, I wasn't totally aloof and anti-social. There was a guy on the college's soccer team that held my interest. I attended each game, even though I wasn't big into sports. Last semester I'd shared a class with him. At first I'd thought I probably was the only one interested, but then I started catching him look at me.
Wow...
I'd never worked up the nerve to talk with him though. Any chances I had were probably done and over with now. But I wasn't here to guy-watch, I'd get over it. Maybe.
I grabbed my backpack with all the things I'd needed from home and sauntered over to my room. The one good thing about being at home had been sleeping in my own bed. The one I had here had taken some getting used to. It was like sleeping at a budget hotel, but I didn't really have anything I could do about that.
Once I'd unpacked everything, I sat on my bed. What could I do today? I'd wanted to make this a week that mattered, so what would do that? It wasn't as if I had much money. I couldn't really go on a trip. Besides, my parents kept tabs on my credit cards and bank account in case I got too wild. I wasn't really allowed much freedom, which was why I insisted on going away for school.
I hopped out of bed. I'd just take a stroll around the small, quaint town. Maybe see if I could find my favorite nature path again. I enjoyed getting out there and being one with the wild. If I'd had much option, I probably would've gone with something in natural sciences rather than a degree in accounting.
But I guess a girl couldn't get absolutely everything that she wanted. A guy might be the right first step though. I ran my hands through my hair and shook my head. Ugh, no.
That was exactly what my parents were worried about. They probably thought I'd go off and fall for some guy, end up pregnant and dropping out of college, only to be stuck in some crazy relationship that would fall apart in a few years. Then I'd have no future, no way to support myself, and the offspring, and I'd only have myself to blame for wanting to be wild and rebellious.
Sometimes I wondered if they even realized whom they were talking to.
I strolled out of the large dormitory and headed toward town. It was a little bit of a walk, but the sun was shining and birds were singing in the early afternoon day. I lifted my chin to feel the warmth and breathed in the clean air. This college town sometimes felt more like home to me than my actual hometown did.
Time passed fairly quickly as I walked. My thoughts were a constantly shifting, tumbling mess. I was so absorbed in them, that I almost missed the entrance to the national park. I shook them off, trying my best to just breathe and come back to the present. After a few moments, I felt the weight lift off my shoulders and chest.
"Hey," a deep male voice said from behind me.
The pressure came crashing back down, this time right onto my chest. I knew that voice. I'd heard it plenty of times in calculus last semester. I slowly turned and plastered on a relaxed smile, even if I felt nothing of the sort. It felt like my heart was about to shoot out of my chest by just being in this proximity to him.
"Hi. We were in calculus last semester, right?" I could've smacked myself on the forehead for being so silly. Of course, we were, and we both probably knew it.
"Yeah. Jack, remember?"
I nodded. I'd never forget that. Jack Painter was one of the best of the best on the soccer team. Everyone either loved him or envied him for his skill and strength.
And right now, I couldn't believe that he was standing in front of me... talking to me. I did my best to keep smiling and not run away. That would be awkward.
"I'm Molly," I said–Although, he probably knew that. Our teacher had been a big stickler for attendanc
e and usually sang out all the names as if she was in a church choir. It had been pretty weird, but maybe not as weird as this encounter.
"I know. We didn't sit too far away from one another." He lifted his chin and breathed in the early afternoon air. "Sorry for disturbing you. I just wanted to say hi. Were you going for a walk?" He nodded his head toward the park, and sunshine reflected in his blond hair making it seem golden.
I shoved my hands into my pockets to help quell the urge to reach out and brush my fingers through his hair. "Uh, yeah. I enjoy going for walks here. It's peaceful and takes my mind off things." Except for now when I'd probably be analyzing every word spoken between us on my walk.
"Same. It's beautiful this time of year. What's your major?" He smiled, and it reached all the way to his clear blue eyes.
"Accounting." I lifted my eyebrows and quirked my lips. "Fun, right? How about you?"
He cocked his head to the side in a way that reminded me of a wolf. "Ah, I wouldn't have expected that answer. You seemed awesome at calculus, much to Professor Miles's glee." He chuckled and raised an eyebrow. "She was eccentric. But you don't seem like an accountant. I'd have thought you were more of a science major."
My mouth dropped open, and I caught myself after a few moments. "I... uh..." What did I really say? The fact he noticed it too blew my mind, but I couldn't just change my path because my secret crush was able to see that I was just coasting through life instead of embracing it.
"I shouldn't have pried." He gave me a half-smile and shrugged a shoulder. "Sorry about that. I'm going for sport's medicine. Big surprise, huh?"
I shook my head still not sure about my chances of being able to say anything coherent. I wished I had the strength to stand up to my parents. It wasn't as if they were paying for my tuition. I'd gotten enough scholarships and grants that my college fund was able to go toward expenses instead. Still, they liked to remind me that I was their daughter, and my path was connected to theirs.
I looked up at Jack and saw someone who seemed much more free. What would it be like to just live, do what you want, and have others look up to you? Maybe I'd never know.
Chapter Two
Jack
I'd been kicking myself all summer for not talking with Molly last semester. It was silly since I didn't have any problem with confidence. I had healthy self-esteem, if not too much of one sometimes as my coach liked to say. But I had a secret that I couldn't risk exposing to anyone. It was bad enough I'd gained as much exposure from soccer as I had. I was a werewolf, and my pack hated when their members were brought into the limelight. I'd managed to convince them that nothing would happen, but I knew a few of the pack's high-ranking members kept tabs on me just waiting for me to mess up.
It was a lame excuse for not talking with her, but I just didn't want anyone to get too close to me, and I knew there was some chemistry between us, even if it wasn't acted upon yet.
But there was no time like the present. However, I couldn't believe I'd made our first conversation incredibly uncomfortable. It was usually a simple question that college students asked one another to break the ice. I'd pried into her business though. I'd just been surprised, and I'd let that drag me off course.
"Hopefully we'll have another class together," I said, trying to break the silence lingering between us.
She nodded her head. "That would be nice. Bye, Jack." She dipped her head and a pink blush crept up her neck and into her cheeks.
Other girls on campus had practically thrown themselves at me, but there was something about this quiet, almost mousy girl that caught—and held—my interest. Maybe I'd have to keep an eye out for her. I couldn't let on to those who were watching me in the pack that she meant anything to me, or else we might both be in danger, but I could allow myself a tiny crush. Almost all the other guys on the soccer team had a girlfriend or had girls that liked them whether they wanted a relationship or not. I'd been the odd guy out. I told them that I liked to keep myself focused on the sport and my grades, but that wasn't really the reason why. Sure, it was a partial reason, but I knew the pack would interfere in some sort of way if I acted inappropriately in their eyes.
They were much more strict than any coach could ever be. Their punishments weren't simply being benched or made to run laps or do pushups. The punishment, for what they determined as unacceptable for a member of my highborn status, was death.
My father had been the Alpha's second in command. That meant I had a chance at becoming Alpha since our Alpha had no children of his own. The Alpha was a hardened old man who didn't really care about much except for keeping the pack under his control and not pushing the envelope too much. He didn't want our kind to be found out since we'd gone through enough heartache during the medieval times when our people hadn't been quite as careful as they should've been.
Still the Alpha had enough respect for my father, that he'd told me he would honor his word to my late father. I honestly didn't want the responsibility since I wanted to be free and able to live life to the fullest. The pack would only get in the way of my lofty goals and dreams.
I watched Molly as she walked down the path away from me and couldn't help drinking her form in. She had a soft, curvy body that made me want to run my hands over her, memorizing every inch of her. I'd heard the way her heart pounded in her chest like a frightened animal ready to burst free of its cage. But I knew she wasn't scared. I hadn't sensed fear coming off of her. There was the sweet scent of her attraction. I slid my tongue over my lower lips, feeling my wolf howl his desire.
While I wanted to make a move, it wasn't time yet. If I moved too fast, I could scare her away. I didn't want that. When she turned down the path, the trees blocked my line of sight from her. I walked toward campus, but a sudden feminine scream had me barreling back into Molly's direction. Had I been too careless? What could have happened to her?
I turned to see her on the ground with a large wolf staring her down farther up the path. It snarled and edged closer to her as if taking its time to attack. There was a pack of normal wolves in this area that mostly kept their distance from my people, but I knew this one. It was James. He was a college student too, but he was a senior. I had suspected him of watching me since he was one of the pack enforcer's seven children, but I didn't have proof until now.
I strode toward the two of them and positioned myself between them. "Slowly get to your feet and back away, Molly," I said, reaching back to help her stand. I smelled a little blood coming from her, but I didn't see any on James's lips. If he bit her, he'd be sentencing her to life as a werewolf, and I couldn't abide that. I'd tell our Alpha, and he wouldn't be happy.
The Alpha didn't allow his pack members to change humans, and everyone in the pack knew that too.
"J-Jack... What are you doing here? It's not safe." Molly accepted my hand, and I savored the feeling of her soft, cool palm in my larger one.
"Don't worry. Just slowly back away." I leaned over, keeping my gaze firmly on James as I grabbed her purse from the ground and handed it to her. "Let's leave."
"Wh-what if it attacks us?" Her breath hitched, and she sounded like she was holding in a sob. Her small hand dropped back into mine, and I kept a straight face even if I was grimacing on the inside. This was making us seem like we were a lot closer than we actually were. James would likely go report all of this back to his father.
"Just remain calm." I narrowed my eyes at James, knowing I shouldn't push the other wolf, especially since he was in wolf form, and our wolves weren't as easy to control as our human sides. He could very well attack and say I provoked him. But that wouldn't matter either way. He'd put an innocent in danger, and I'd be in the clear to get vengeance for something happening to Molly and our presence being shown to the world at large. I only wondered how I'd handle this now since if she suspected something was different about that wolf, then she could put the pieces together about my kind. I didn't want to kill her because she knew too much.
When we'd gotten to the bend i
n the park's path, I saw James dart into the woods before I turned the corner with Molly. I clenched my free hand into a fist, and then loosened it, before I turned to her.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
She stared down at her shaking hands, and I could see the scraps on her hands and knees now. The bleeding was beginning to slow, but I hated seeing her injured.
"We should get that take care of. I have a first aid kit in my room, but I live in the apartments on the other side of campus." I frowned, wracking my brain on what we could do.
"I'm in the dorms not far from here." Her voice trembled, and she looked up at me with a few tears staining her cheeks.
"It's okay. You're safe." I pulled her into my arms, unable to help myself. "It's all okay." I ran my hand over her back, not sure if I believed that myself. What would James say? I couldn't do anything but wait for the consequences. I glanced down at Molly. If I was going to crash and burn, I might as well explore what this relationship could be like first. "Let's get out of here."
Chapter Three
Molly
Pain radiated through my hands and knees, and I limped beside Jack to my dorm room. I wasn't sure about letting him into my room. The dormitory I lived in was co-ed, but my parents would freak if they ever found out. Not that I should be worrying about them. After all Jack had just saved me from a huge freaking wolf! I had no idea how he'd managed to keep calm with that huge hulking monster inching on us and flashing its big teeth.
I unlocked the room and walked inside. My spine stiffened as he shut the door behind him, and I suddenly felt a little more vulnerable being this close to him. Maybe I wasn't afraid of what my parents would think. Maybe I was more concerned about what I'd do along with him that anything else.
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