“You want me?” I ask, sounding more confident than I feel.
Emmett nods, his snout just a foot from me now.
“Then come get me.” I turn to run again, but I don’t make it a step before Emmett pushes me to the ground. He’s as gentle as he can be, but he must remember that I used to love it when he was rough. Used to beg him to mark me, bruise me, use me.
His teeth rip at my clothes, tugging until I hear fabric rip. My eyes are focused on the back of the cabin in the distance, where the back porch light is shining bright against the dark, but I can feel every breath as Emmett’s nose slides along my leg, nudging my thighs open before his long tongue strokes me.
I cry out, and even though I’m supposed to be fighting him off, I can’t stop myself from pushing up onto my knees and giving him better access.
His tongue laps at me, and I moan. It’s a little less expertly done than before, probably because Emmett is still trying to figure out his own biology, but it’s good enough to get me going, to get my clit pulsing under his tongue.
I pull away and flip over, wanting to see him. Like he thinks I might try to run again, he settles a big paw against my inner thigh to hold me down. His eyes meet mine and he bends forward to lick me again.
“Yes,” I say, shoving my hands into his fur. “Just like that, Emmett.”
He lets out a low growl that sounds a lot like satisfaction. It vibrates through me, and I start to rock against his mouth, chasing the feel of his hot tongue against me.
But then he pulls away, and I whimper at the loss of him. “Emmett!”
His mouth twists in what I think is his wolfy version of a smile. He sits back on his haunches and my eyes drop to his angry red cock. Oh, shit. Is he expecting all of that to go inside me?
My eyes lift to his face just in time to see his tongue sweep out, like he can taste me on his fur.
“Emmett,” I whisper. I’m not sure where we go from here. He steps up beside me and nudges my hip, and it takes me a second to figure out that he wants me to roll over again. I suppose it’s easier for him this way.
I pant as I press my face to the ground. I can feel how wet and swollen I am as he settles his big body over mine. I sigh at the warmth of him. It’s such a stark contrast against the cold. I didn’t even realize I was that cold.
He lowers his head and presses his face into my neck, nipping gently at my skin. I think it’s a question.Is this okay?
I nod. “Yes. Now.”
I haven’t been fucked in two years. I need it. I need him.
The blunt tip of his cock shoves against my entrance, and as it begins to press in, I have to close my eyes against the pain. It’s like my body isn’t used to the act anymore, and especially not used to someone so big.
“Slowly,” I whisper to him, and he nods.
He pushes in another few inches, and I moan, partially from the pain but mostly from pleasure. Being stretched feels so good, the slip of him slow and delicious.
“Oh, God.” I press my forehead to the ground, trying to relax to let him all the way in, but there’s no way. He’s massive, and I feel ready to split in half. “Wait,” I say, pressing my hand to his paw beside me, his claws clamped into the mud.
He stops moving, breath huffing out of him in heavy bursts. I know it’s taking all of his control not to fuck me into the ground.
Pushing up onto my hands, I shove my hips back a few inches, and we both groan. He holds still as I slide back off of him and work myself back down, going further this time.
I think I have him almost all the way inside me when I have to take another break. He lets out a bit of a whine and I almost laugh. It would seem he’s in almost as much pain as I am.
“Okay,” I breathe out, twisting to look up at him. “Fuck me.”
He lets out an animalistic sound, pulls out of me, and slams back in.
“Oh fuck!” I shout, the top half of my body collapsing. It’s pain and pleasure at the same time, and I would die before I asked him to stop. Because not having him hurts far worse than this.
He grunts as he plows into me, and once my body has gotten used to the feel of him, I find myself fucking back onto him. My hand finds its way between my legs and settles over my clit.
My senses are overwhelmed. The feel of Emmett’s rough fur, the sound of his guttural noises, the shockingly thick press of him inside me, the cold ground beneath me.
It’s wild and incredible and I can’t hold on.
