Jarek's POV
My breath came in ragged growls as I thrust forward--just to tease her, just to scare her--but her slick little cunt sucked me in like it had a mind of its own.
"Fuck!" My claws tore through my fingertips, the shift nearly ripping out of me. I barely managed to retract them before they could scratch her delicate skin, smoothing my hands down her back instead.
"Nggh--" A guttural growl rumbles in my throat, my muscles taut.
Her tight flesh is strangling my cock, driving me wild.
"No...stop!" she squeals, her small fists pounding my shoulders. "Don't go in! You can't!"
I snapped back to reality, arms locking around her writhing body--but my hips refused to pull away.
Fuck, this feels better than chasing prey through the woods.
"Please...pull it out..." Her tear-streaked eyes meet mine, her nose red from crying.
My wolf ears twitch, and something scratches at my heart.
Swallowing the feral heat in my veins, I lower my voice, coaxing, "Baby, it's just the tip. Look."
She glances down, and so do I.
My purple-red cock is lodged in her pink entrance, slick and obscene. She flinches like she's been burned, burying her face in my neck.
"Pull...pull it out!" she whines, her soft hair tickling my skin.
I dragged my fangs lightly over her earlobe. "Not for lack of trying, sweetheart." Then I rolled my hips, just to watch her jolt. "You're gripping me like a fucking vise."
"Maybe...you try?"
My ears perk, catching every hitch in her breath.
Her cheeks flush red, sweat beading on her nose, but when she hears my offer, her eyes flicker up, hesitant yet curious.
That look makes it impossible to let her go.
"You don't move," she says, voice trembling.
I flash my fangs in a grin. "I won't."
My muscles are screaming, ready to snap.
She has no idea her wet, hot pussy is sucking my cock like a goddamn honey trap, every breath of hers teasing my swollen tip.
When she braces my shoulders and slowly lifts her hips, the fur on my neck stands on end.
Fuck, she's too slow.
I feel every inch of her tight walls dragging over my cock, the folds scraping my veins, tightening instinctively.
It's torture, the cruelest kind. When the tip finally pops free, a low, rumbling purr escapes my throat.
She sighs in relief, muttering, "You said it wasn't deep. Liar. It felt so deep..."
Her innocent scrutiny of my still-hard cock was the last straw.
I hauled her up, storm to the bed, and toss her onto the mattress. Her small frame sinks into the sheets, and I'm on her, pinning her down.
I flip her over, forcing her to her stomach, my right hand clamping over her mouth, my left yanking her thighs apart.
My aching cock slides between her legs.
"Squeeze," I growl. "Make me cum, and I'll let you go."
She doesn't need to be told--her legs are already squeezed tight, trembling.
My knees lock her in place, leaving no room to wiggle free.
If she slacks even a bit, my hand smacks her thigh, the sharp slaps echoing with her muffled whimpers.
It's not painful, but it's humiliating enough to make her squirm.
I thrust hard, fucking her thighs like a rutting beast, fast and brutal.
My breaths grow heavy, mixing with the sweet, musky scent of her skin. It's driving me insane, boiling my brain.
Fuck noble manners. The second I saw her, I wanted to rip off my mask.
"Slut," I snarl, tearing the strap of her nightgown.
My fangs graze her shoulder before I suck hard, leaving a mark.
My other hand grabs her bouncing tit, soft flesh spilling between my fingers, doubling the pleasure.
I'd clocked those tits at Thomas's wedding, straining against her dress, so full, so perky.
Now they're mine, red from my grip.
"Mmm...ahh..." Her moans slip through my fingers.
I release her mouth, my palm slick with her spit.
The wet feel makes my throat tighten, and I use that same hand to grab her other tit, kneading it.
The slippery skin bounces under my touch, a whole new kind of rush.
Claim her. Defile her.
Her whimpers sound like a cub's cry, and I grip her hips, pounding harder, my pelvis slapping her ass.
When the pleasure explodes up my spine, I pull out, shooting thick ropes of cum across her pale lower back.
Watching it splatter her skin, my fur prickles, ready to burst through.
She's mine now, marked by my scent.
I smear the cum across her trembling waist, up to her fragile shoulder blades, coating her back.
My fingers, still sticky, slide to her sweaty neck, turning her flushed face to me.
"Your whole body smells like me now," I say, rubbing my cum-soaked thumb across her lips, watching her lashes flutter.
My fangs tease her ear. "You like it?"
Her face is still flushed from cumming, but she turns away, pissed.
I grab her chin, forcing her back, my dirty hand stroking her cheek, loving how she tries to dodge but can't.
A wolfish rumble rolls in my throat. "Call me honey."
***
A low growl rumbles in Jarek's throat, his fangs glinting. "Call me honey."
My body tenses, a shiver running through me.
This lunatic...
Growing up with Mom in human society, I know "honey" is for lovers, for husbands and wives.
No way I can say it.
Jarek's pupils narrow to slits in the dim light, locking onto my lips.
"Say it, and I'll fuck you again." His claw traces my collarbone, slow and deliberate.
"We used your thighs last time..." His nose grazes my neck, hot breath teasing my nipple. "This time, I'll take somewhere softer."
My skin prickles, and I bolt upright, yanking the blanket to cover my chest.
But he doesn't back off, his knee sinking into the mattress as he leans closer. "So, what's it gonna be?"
My voice trembles, a pleading whisper. "Ho...honey."
He freezes, then flashes a grin, sharp canines gleaming.
His rough tongue drags across my shaking ear. "Good girl. Did you call Kieran that too?"
I shake my head, heart pounding.
"What'd you call him?"
"...Alpha."
"And when he fucks you?"
"Just his name...Ki--"
My words cut off as he bites my shoulder blade, sharp and possessive. "Remember. Only I get 'honey.'"
I nod, biting my lip hard.
"Good girl."