by DD Prince
“Let’s get you warm first. It’s been hard to wait but you need warmth first.”
“First?” I inquire in a whisper.
“First.” He nods.
I jolt and then I get into a mini scuffle with the doorknob before I win, managing to get the door open and then I’m running. I’m sprinting off that porch into wet mud that makes a thwacking sound as my poor suede boots pound into it.
I get no more than half a dozen strides before I’m scooped up into the air. I cry out in frustration.
“Ivy Brennan,” he says huskily into my ear as he carries me back toward the cabin. “Do you not realize that running will only excite me further? Do you want me more excited? Do you want me to hunt you down and take you in the cold, wet dirt or would you rather it be in front of a warm fire?”
Oh God.
“Help!” I scream.
He stalks back through the door and I’m carried through the main room, past the kitchen area to the left, into a short hall with a door ahead, a door to the left, and a door to the right. He goes right and sets me on something soft. Light glows from a lantern he turns on and I see I’m on a double bed that’s against the wall, also covered by a sheet. This rustic-looking room has a small fireplace. He begins stacking wood into it.
I shiver.
From cold. From fear. From deep fear.
6
Tyson
I’m aware of an escalating warming in my blood that began the moment I caught her scent. It went from warm to warmer, and then to hot when I finally laid eyes on her and her scent got even stronger when it was directly under my nose with no barriers between us.
And now that I’ve made the journey here and brought her into the house, it’s so fiery it’s bordering on painful as it shunts through my veins.
I need to take her, mark her, mate her. Ahead of that is the need to shelter her well, to make the space warm for her. These nurture urges are holding my appetite at bay. But just barely.
I’m not familiar with these urges to nurture, especially because the urge to mount has never been stronger for me.
Need gnaws, my wolf wanting to chew through everything to sate the hunger.
My body warmed to tell me. My body warmed further to provide warmth for her. As soon as this house is warm, I’ll mount her and then while she sleeps, my scent seeping from her pores and my essence leaking from her body, I’ll get more wood to the bedroom and the main room so that she’s comfortable. And tomorrow, I’ll get the dust, webs, and insects out and get food in for her. I think there are things here from when I was last here, and I’ll check to see if there’s anything usable. There’s money to get what I need, all that money Cornelius and I put into the floorboards of the garage, and there’s the truck. I’ll charge the battery and see if I can make it start.
Uncle said the day would come. One day I would catch scent of the one who was meant to be mine and then I would never want another. I’d want to cover her, sink my teeth into her flesh where her neck meets her shoulder and leave my mark while I take some of her essence into my body, to be there for always. I’d want to take her into my sleeping space, mark her, knot her, and fill her with my seed when she goes into heat. My scent on her would linger, let any male shifter know, know she’s mine. When he told me this, his eyes got shimmery and then he left and returned the next day smelling like he’d been inside a female. A familiar female, though I couldn’t place the scent. And it made me angry that he wouldn’t answer my questions about it. He told me we would shift early that year and go deeper into the forest. He didn’t want my questions. He hated questions.
Feeling her eyes on me makes me tingle with awareness even as I try to keep it from clouding my judgement, which wants to simply halt and fuck her raw. Having her run away? It made me harder. It made the wolf in me want to howl, to warn anyone to stay away while I chased her down and took her in the dirt, showed her who I am. That I am hers as much as she is mine.
I quickly build a fire for the second time tonight and glance over my shoulder at her. She’s cowering in the bed, her knees pulled against her chest, her eyes wide and on me. I leave the room to check on the other fire as well as slip outside and crawl into my den under the stairs to fuel up and start up the generators and do the other things I need to do to give the house electricity.
On my way back in, I bring her bags in and drop them on the floor before I open the double doors of the vast built-in wall cabinet of shelves and pull out a stack of bedding. I drop it on the edge of the mattress. Her large eyes are on me, tracking my movements. They’re filled with fear, but her beauty in the flickering firelight hits me square in the chest. I slip out to the bathroom bringing a towel. I wait as the water comes out brown and eventually runs clear before wetting the towel and wiping the dirt off my feet, thinking on the fact that though much of life as a man is foggy and foreign to me, I’ve grown up in this house and everything here feels familiar. I decide I’ll take a shower after. The water needs time to heat and my cock won’t wait another minute to have her.
I drop the dirty towel and turn. My cock stands straight up, pointing at what it wants as I enter the room she’s in. Her eyes land on it and the panic spikes in her. I see it. I smell it. Time to put an end to it. I crawl up the bottom of the bed and pin her on her back, her wrists at either side of her head.
She whimpers and turns her head away.
“Please, don’t do this,” she pleads.
“Don’t do this?” I inquire.
“Please don’t hurt me.”
“I won’t hurt you, Ivy. I’m about to make you feel opposite to that. I hurt right now and you’re about to end that, too.” I run my nose along her jawline and fill my lungs with her. She smells better than any aroma I’ve ever come across. It’s time to undress her. I can’t wait to get my mouth on her naked skin.
Her body trembles, and not with cold. The room isn’t very big so already the fire is beginning to warm her up.
7
Ivy
“I won’t hurt you, Ivy,” he repeats, leaning in closer while I’m still pinned, nuzzling across my jaw with his nose and breathing me in deep. “I’m about to make you feel good. You’re about to make me feel good.”
How in the world do I get away from this psychopath? And why do I suddenly feel a little drunk? He smells good. He’s naked and on top of me and yet I’m noticing the way he smells. I can’t describe it. Like warmth. And citrus. Like… I give my head a shake as the word home crosses my mind.
Okay, so maybe I can describe it.
“I’m not a werewolf, too, you know. I’m just a girl. A girl who is very scared right now. Do you like scaring me, Tyson?”
This tactic will either do nothing, or it’ll humanize me so that he stops and thinks things through. His face melts into an expression of … smitten.
He caresses my face and moves in, putting his lips to mine.
Whoa. Whoa… I’m pinned under him so there’s nowhere to go. I’m about to protest verbally when his lips move over mine and steal my breath away. Oh shit. His tongue slips inside and for some strange reason, I go dizzy. The world twirls slowly, as if doing a pirouette and then I have the sensation of falling, toward my doom. Instead of landing, I hear him make a low rumbling sound, thunder-like, and then feel like I’m floating, hovering mere inches over a fiery demise.
Shit. I’m kissing him back.
How has my right hand gone to his shoulder and my left hand gone to his jaw? God, why does his scruffy jaw feel so fucking good?
Oh! How has he gotten his hand under my skirt? He’s tugging at my tights. Without realizing what I’m doing, I lift my bottom, and this lets him get them halfway down. He grabs the other side and then my tights are peeled off.
My legs prickle with rising goosebumps and his hot, calloused hand glides up my leg as a low growl comes out of his mouth. His tongue dips in between my lips again and then he has the crotch of my underwear in his fist. He yanks and makes it go impossibly tight around my
hips and ass. I hear a noise that first sounds like firecrackers popping and then I realize it’s the fabric protesting. It then gives as he shreds the crotch apart.
“Tyson… stop. Please …”
Too late. He is slamming his huge cock inside me.
I cry out at the breach, at the depth, and the sensation as heat envelopes my entire body.
Lubrication gushes around him. My lubrication. And it’s hot. This is the strangest sensation I’ve ever felt.
I want, with a weird clarity I’ve never felt about anything… I want this to go on for forever.
He stares into my eyes and smirks with a gleaming salacious smile.
“Ivy,” he whispers and the voice floods directly through me like hot water. “My only.”
I swallow.
He pulls halfway out and then slams forward, making muscles bulge in his jaw, making me gasp.
No condom. Oh shit.
His eyes glow briefly, so briefly I wonder if it even happened and then he’s hauling my turtleneck sweater up and over my head and tossing it behind him. His hips slam forward again, making me whimper, and then he’s pulling at my bra.
“Feel so good, Ivy. Help me get this off before I shred it, too,” he rasps.
I do half a sit up as he leans back, then reach behind and unclasp it.
What the heck am I doing right now?
He feasts on me with glowing eyes. Oh wow. They are glowing. Actually glowing.
“Your tits are perfect. They’ll nourish our children beautifully when that time comes. For now, they’re all mine.”
His mouth closes around my right nipple.
I gasp and arch my back as his tongue does something crazy-good to my nipple and then he suckles. What was that sensation? It actually felt like something leaked out of my boobs at his words.
His hand slides down my hip to where we’re joined. He rubs his fingers through my wetness and then slides down my body and buries his face into me, licking me from opening to clit and then slurping hard on my clit, making me cry out.
“Oh. Oh fuck!”
My hands are in his still-damp curls as I hold him there, taking in the vision of him feasting on me with firelight bouncing off those giant shoulders and holding my body with those strong hands. My eyes graze his perfectly athletic ass that I can make out because of the firelight.
My skin is toasty-warm now, thanks to the flickering flames bursting from the crackling wood, and the fact that he’s on me with extreme heat seeping from his body into mine. My boots and clothes are in a heap on the floor and I’m spread wide, being given oral sex by a massive, naked man who I’ve seen shift into a wolf and back again. A man who said he tracked me for hours. A man who carried me for miles through the rain telling me he was going to claim me and make me his.
“Stop squirming. Let me look at you,” he commands as his hand trails up my hip to my breast and back down over my pussy. He spreads my labia wide with a stretch of his middle finger and thumb, and he looks down, smiling for a second, before planting another kiss there, on my clit, eyes connecting with mine for a second before his tongue twirls and slides inside me. He puts pressure that hits my g-spot and I gasp.
He smiles, eyes on me while doing it again.
How on Earth did I go from trying to run five minutes ago to spreading wide and holding him by the hair while he tongue-fucks my pussy?
I should run. I should find something heavy to hit him over the head with. I should do something. I should do something but all I can do is feel.
His mouth moves up over my clit and his finger takes over working that spot. That. Spot. That inside spot that has only ever been paid attention to by my rabbit vibe before now. Holy crap. This is so fucking much better.
His giant hands are both holding my bottom and he squeezes as he licks. And then he licks some more. God, his tongue is strong. And then as I’m on the cusp of coming, coming harder than I’ve ever come, he glides back up my body and rams in deep.
Deep. So fucking deep.
I’m moaning and I’m writhing, seeking friction for my clit, which needs just a little more attention to send me over the edge. I reach between my legs but before I get there, he grabs my wrist and pins my hands above my head with one of his hands as his free one slides down there instead.
I grunt in frustration.
“I get to do this,” he corrects as he rubs my clit while fucking me and then, as I crest over the edge into bliss, he gives me an insanely sexy smirk before his mouth moves to the place where my neck meets my shoulder, plants a soft kiss there, then he quickly flips me over onto my belly, gets his cock back inside me and his lips are on my shoulder while he continues to rub my clit with his fingers while thrusting hard into me from behind. Seconds later, as I’m crying out the biggest orgasm I’ve ever had in my life, I hear him say my name.
“Ivy. My only…”
8
Tyson
The minute I’m inside her, I know I’m home.
This. This beautiful creature belongs to me. This fucking is like nothing I’ve felt. No other woman has felt like this.
My cock feels like it's being ripped, like teeth are cutting through the skin, but then after an excruciating moment of pain, the most exquisite pleasure of my life tears through me and I know what's happening
I'm knotting her.
Mine.
She's mine.
I knew it.
I smelled it.
Now... I feel it.
I feel it in every bit of my being.
And my wolf feels it too.
When Uncle brought me one to mount that first time, the year after the uncontrollable shifting found my boy’s body changed to become one of a man, my cock hardened and I mounted her, but after that, I felt nothing. I didn’t knot. I didn’t bite. I rutted until I was spent and was done. Done and anxious to shift back to wolf and run through the forest to feast. Uncle told me I’d spend empty fluid unless I found my mate. I wouldn’t sire pups on any but my mate unless I lost a mate or rejected her because she wasn’t fertile. He told me to keep mounting them, see if I liked any to keep, and in the meantime learn to mount well so that I’d be experienced for my own mate, so I’d know how to pleasure her. Take my pleasure now while I sought her out. He said that it’d help me become stronger. Boost my strength and my senses.
I found her. I’ll never mount another.
I spot the creamy skin near her clavicle. My mouth waters. My gums pinch before my canines elongate slightly, and it feels like my wolf is close to the surface.
9
Ivy
And then my eyes snap open as he bites me. He fucking bites me.
That’s right. He bit me!
His teeth are on me, they’ve got me, and I’m frozen, as if paralyzed as it’s registering that he’s drawing blood. It feels like time slows and a thousand what the fuck thoughts stagger through my brain before I’m acutely aware that his dick feels like it’s expanded inside of me. He pulls back a little and not much, because it feels like he’s stuck. He slams his body forward, sending my face into the pillow as he lets out a long, deep groan that somehow reverberates straight through me. I shiver while the expanded feeling grows even more. He’s grown bigger inside me and it’s pulsing. Pulsing against… oh… my g-spot.
“Oh!” I cry out in ecstasy.
His body stills as he lets out a deep and rasping growl before hot liquid fills me. He’s coming inside me. It’s hot, and there’s a lot of it, so much it leaks out. The growling doesn’t sound human, it sounds like an animal and for a second, I wonder if I’m being fucked by a man or a wolf. But then his mouth touches the place he bit me as he sighs out my name softly, sort of… reverently.
“Ivy.”
I blink.
What? What just happened?
The full feeling subsides a little and he groans as he slowly pulls out. I feel all sorts of hot liquid come out with him. He flips me to my back and slams inside again and it hurts. A lot. He’s huge. It g
rows bigger yet again as he fills me with more cum.
He sucks on his lip, which has a droplet of blood on it and I watch his Adam’s apple bob as his head rolls back. More of that hot liquid leaks out of me.
Thank God he’s still a man.
The world squeals to a halt as I’m about to freak out on him. About the bareback fucking, about the coming. About the biting and the blood, but before I can freak, my body goes limp and insanely warm. Sensations of … I think… slow and happy… (euphoric?) thoughts wash through me and I flop. I blink at the fireplace, watching the flames dance, casting shadows everywhere. My eyes flutter closed. I feel high. Yep… euphoric. Toasty.
The best.
“Mine,” Tyson says and then he kisses me on the mouth. He’s still inside me; my arms are above my head limply, and I feel so… full of him.
10
Tyson
She either passes out or falls asleep before my knot releases for the second time. I slide out and I kiss the spot where I’ve marked her. She shivers.
She’s beautiful. My little Ivy. Beautifully creamy unmarred skin other than my bite marks. My mark takes my breath away as I stare at it on the space between her neck and shoulder, by her collar bone. Soft golden hair. Long, wavy locks. Those purple bits… I know it’s cosmetic and it’s silly, but somehow I find it’s also cute. I don’t ever find things cute.
I’ve finally knotted. It takes fucking to a new level. And my cock still feels good. Like it’s still being stroked by the inside of my Ivy’s tight undulating inner walls. Ivy takes fucking to a new level. I’ve gotten a mild sense of accomplishment as I’ve watched women climax before, but this girl? She looks, feels, and smells beautiful when she comes. And I’ve never come harder, never felt more than physical pleasure before now. This time I felt physical pleasure better than anything I’ve felt before plus emotional sensations, too.
She squirms toward me as I sit up and run my fingers through her soft hair at the side of her head, examining the purple silken strands as I rub them between my fingers.