Claim her,my wolf urges.
“Oh, fuck me,” she whimpers out and I’m not sure if it’s a plea or statement.
I take it as the former, and swiftly and fervently press into her, driving her up the floor with each thrust. I’m not gentle as I rock into her with a want unlike anything I’ve ever felt. I need to feel her writhing under me, begging, pleading for more.
Mark her.
This is a bad fucking idea.
Mark her! She is ours!
Why did I want my wolf back so badly? He’s a demanding little cuss.
Her hands wrap around my neck, lifting her head off the ground and she kisses me, biting my lip, and sucking hard. She’s rough and wants it rough. I pull off her lips and suck on her neck, hard enough that everyone will know it was me. As if on its own, my mouth opens, preparing to mark her, but I pull away.
I can’t mark her.
Knot her.
A tingle moves down my spine and my body feels on fire at the thought of knotting her. I’ve been holding back, not pressing all the way in, letting her pussy rub against my knot, but not fully giving it to her.
“More Jax. Give me more!” she pleads.
My lips fall onto hers, to silence her. Her tongue pulses in and out as her hands dig into my back, holding me to her.
Fuck it. I need to feel her wrapped around me. All of me.
I press in slowly. Fully.
She cries out and stops moving as my knot enters her, stretching her.
Oh fuck. She has a hold on me, strangling me.
Stars. I’m seeing fucking stars dancing around my head.
“Are you ok?” I ask, watching her take shallow breaths. “Am I… hurting you?”
Gone was the roughness, and in its absence, was concern. Concern I’m the selfish prick and I’ve taken too much. I haven’t knotted anyone… ever. Never felt the need to. Why her? What was so special about her?
“No… No… I’m… good.”
My head drops. “I don’t believe you.”
“It’s just… tight… really tight. So much pressure inside of me.”
“I can pull out…” My head falls to the side, because I’m locked inside of her. “Well, I can try, but it will hurt.”
“Don’t you fucking dare.” She squeezes around me and I growl out.
“Oh, little fae. Don’t do that again, unless you want me to fill you with my come.”
A smile pulls at her lips and she squeezes again, but this time not as hard. She’s teasing me.
My hands fall to the floor as I fight the urge to not fucking come inside of her right now. I have rules and rule number one is you don’t come before she does. Ever. But goddamn it, she’s trying to make me break that rule.
Fuck that.
She will come before me. I will make sure of it. I sit up and she cries out as the pressure moves inside of her. My finger swirls around her clit and her eyes nearly roll into the back of her head.
