Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38179 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 191(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38179 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 191(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
It was a second of me sucking in great lungfuls of air, my body shaking and shuddering from getting off, before I felt calm enough to think clearly again. Jerking off wasn’t foreign to me, but I’d never had a female touch me. Until her.
While she was still in her post-pleasure haze, I didn’t stop myself as I dragged my tongue along her cheek and then over her lips again. When she parted her lips, I let my tongue slip in.
I didn’t have a mouth or lips, and could never kiss her the way I’d seen humans do. But I could lick her, lapping at every inch of her body until she shook and cried out for me to give her more.
“You,” she finally said in an almost shocked tone before that surprise faded, and I could see the spiciness I loved so much in her come forth. “It was you.” She glanced down and picked at her shirt, my cum soaking the fabric and I felt fierce pride because of it.
I knew she’d figured it out, and my length started hardening again at that reality. I wanted her to know that what I’d done was something my kind did when we found our mate.
“Say it, my fierce little female. Tell me what you’ve realized.”
She took a step back, and I let her.
Her hands were curled into tiny fists at her sides, her nostrils flaring, the scent of her annoyance filling my nose in the most tantalizing of ways.
“You… you…” she couldn’t get past that lone word, but I didn’t move, didn’t speak, just watched her and let her work through this.
“You came all over me like a damn pervert.”
I moved a step closer, the water rippling around me. “I marked you.”
The sound that came from her was loud and shrill. “Marked me? Like a damn dog pissing on a tree?”
I cocked my head to the side. “No. Like a predator, I am making sure anything and anyone who comes close enough to scent you will know you’re mine.” I snarled, the very thought of another male even looking at her having rage filling every part of me. “My scent covers you, my sweet Marcella, and it’s that smell that will let any other predator know that I’ll shred them apart if they so much as touch you.”
I moved another step forward, and her survival instincts claimed her as she retreated one back, causing a high to fill me as the predator I was rose, as well.
“You came all over me,” she said again and blinked, her lips parting. “Marked me.” She whispered softly those dual words as she looked at the water.
I bared my teeth in the only form of a smile I could give her. “I did, and you look gorgeous covered in my seed.” If I could have laughed, I would have at the anger she threw my way. But I grabbed my cock, which had gone hard in an instant, and started stroking myself all over again, “I can give you more, if you like?”
She made a frustrated sound and turned, storming off toward the shore, and I hummed low in pleasure.
My mate was a force, that was clear, and I hungered to see how much I could push her.
Chapter
Eleven
Wolf
Before we’d made our way back to my lair, Marcella had washed as much as I allowed, because what I refused to let her do was clean off my seed from her clothing. She’d huffed, puffed, and threatened to “kick me in the balls”.
But I’d just smoothed my palm over the side of her neck, down her tits, and over her belly. When she realized I was further rubbing in my cum, she said a few more colorful words in response.
And it made my cock thicken all over again.
After that, I’d taken Marcella back. The fire had been nothing but embers, and after I added a few more pieces of wood to make sure it stayed warm enough in the cave for my little mate, I’d told her to go to our sleeping pallet.
My fiery female had crossed her arms over her chest, kicked up her cute chin, and pursed her lush, pink lips at me before telling me to “fuck off”.
Didn’t she know this push and pull from her turned me on?
I let her sleep as I prowled the outside and made sure there weren’t any other predators stalking my territory. I’d called this lair mine for so long anything that had a brain and wanted to survive knew to stay away.
But I wouldn’t take any chances with my tiny mate. I’d made sure my warnings were seen and smelled and known loud and clear. Body parts of the creatures who’d dared cross onto what was mine had met their end and left to decay as a warning.