Maybe there was something to the old female wolf’s tale that only a female could calm a male. If so, I’d need to do this more often. I gripped her hip with one hand, smacking her bottom a few additional times.
Call it a power trip, but I certainly adored the sound spanking her made and the warm blush growing across her rounded bottom. Plus, having her in my full control was a perk, a true bonus.
She wiggled again, enough that my cock slipped even deeper inside. Her muscles clenched tightly around my shaft, pinchingto the point I could lose all sense of myself in this woman within seconds.
What had happened to my ability to take my time?
Gone.
Tossed.
Kaput.
I was lost in this woman and it didn’t make a damn bit of sense, but right now, I was a freight train that couldn’t be stopped. I pulled almost all the way out, thrusting into her again and at the same time, I cracked my palm against her bottom.
Maybe it was the sound, especially her sweet cries.
Maybe it was the way her hair caught the overhead light, the red highlights creating a spectacular dimension.
Maybe it was the way her skin felt against my fingertips.
Whatever it was about my mystery girl, she was fulfilling an itch that I hadn’t realized I’d had. As she met every brutal thrust, we rocked together. Beads of sweat formed along my hairline, falling ever so slowly onto the porcelain skin of her back.
She shuddered every time it happened, as if I was anointing her. The entire moment was surreal, a bit primal although I wouldn’t mind chasing her in the woods and fucking her like a wild animal a time or two.
The thought brought a series of sinful images and I had to wonder if she would mind being fucked like a wild beast.
Hmmm…
When she tossed her head from side to side, my attention was captured. I wrapped my hand around her long hair, holding her in place. With my hips swiveling uncontrollably, I continued the rhythm, driving long and hard. The force was more than I usually used, but damn if the woman didn’t seem to be enjoying the roughness.
More so than she should be.
I’d also learned years ago in teachings done by my father that human females were fragile, so much so I couldn’t be myself around them when having sex. Once upon a time, it had been forbidden for shifters to become sexual with humans. There’d been real anxiety that doing so would cause a shift during the intimacy. If so, the wolf could lose control and in turn, the human could lose their life.
That had been an unwritten rule for decades. When the thought had changed even my grandfather didn’t know, but slowly through the years with both methods of protection used and careful control of our beasts, everyone had stopped caring.
Although we weren’t allowed to have more than carnal relations. Marriage had been out of the question and mating unheard of.
Until one fateful couple and that had changed everything. The human had bonded with the wolf, producing children, which in turn had created a legend.
The rambling thoughts inside my head while fucking the most beautiful woman I’d ever set my eyes on were a way of reminding me that this was a one-time thing. Yes, because I was a wolf, but also because there was nothing worse than a budding relationship for an athlete trying to get his career off the ground.
Wolves were different than humans in several ways, one of which being the very possessiveness I’d experienced before. You could call it having a one-track mind. My only fear was that after one taste I’d want more.
I’d need to keep my ass out of the arena on Wednesdays, so I didn’t run into her. I could do that.
My grip was firm enough I worried about bruising her lovely skin, but I couldn’t back off. I was pushed into a zone, incapable of holding onto any sense of resolve any longer.
With her breathing ragged, I could tell she was close to coming.
I gritted my teeth, slowing my actions while she continued undulating underneath me. The feel of her warm pussy was driving me crazy, so much so I was blinded with need. This wasn’t just about wanting to fuck her.
This was about something else entirely and it startled the fuck out of me.
Every moan added to the fuel running through me, every breathless sound she made pulled on the obsessive nature of my personality. I smacked her bottom again.
And again.
