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)
“You’ll be so full of my seed that there won’t be any way I don’t get you full of my pups.” Her cunt juices made my thrusting fluid as it coated her inner thighs and covered my shaft. “I need you big and pregnant with my young.” My cock jerked at the thought and I spurted cum into her.
“I—I can feel you, Wolf.”
I purred and came into her a little more. “There’s more where that came from, sweet thing. There’s more seed I have to give you. My balls are full of cum just for you.” I tipped my head back and howled as the pleasure became too much. “There won’t ever be anyone or anything that makes me feel as good as you do. There won’t be anyone who pleases me as much as you do, my Marcella.”
“Oh… Wolf. Here I—”
“—come for me.” I bent over her back and sank my teeth into her throat and we both came. I saw stars, my nuts pulling up, my knot fully swollen and locked inside of her, so I couldn’t move.
“That’s it. Take it all.” The muffled words vibrated against her throat. I pulled back enough to lick at her blood. When I rose, my cock still pulsed in her pussy, my cum still shooting out of me. I exhaled, my entire body shaking from the force of how good she felt.
She sagged against the tree, her blunt little nails dug into the bark, her breathing harsh and loud all around us.
Finally, my cock pulsed one last time before I stilled and exhaled. We didn’t move or speak for long seconds as I let my knot do its thing and stayed locked in her so my cum couldn’t escape, so I could get her pregnant with my baby.
“Say it,” I demanded and dragged my tongue up the length of her spine, licking the blood that welled from the scratches I wasn’t even aware I’d given her, drinking the salty sweat that covered her skin. “Be my good girl and tell me what I want to hear, and I’ll get you off twice more, Little Bird.”
She was still breathing hard, but turned her head to the side, stared me in the eyes, and whispered, “You know I’m yours. And nothing will ever change that.”
Chapter
Nineteen
Wolf
I stayed within the shadows as I watched Marcella speak with the old human.
I trusted my little human, knew that she wouldn’t leave, but the urge to go to her, to place my body between hers and anything and anyone that could take her from me, rode me strong.
But I forced myself to stay back, reaching out and gripping the thick trunk of a cedar tree, my claws digging into the bark until I left deep gouges.
I waited and listened as she told him there was a change of plans, that she made other arrangements and would stay here longer.
Once we reached her cabin two days before, I hadn’t been in a hurry to make the trek back to my lair. I wanted her to rest. I needed her to eat and drink. I knew she was sore from everything that had happened, and all I wanted to do was take care of her.
So I stood guard as she sat by the shore and drew. I watched her make shapes using colors from these thin sticks she held. Pencils, she called them.
She made beautiful pictures of our surroundings, and I wanted to take them back and press them to the cavern walls of our lair, coloring the dark space with her light.
And at night I held her, letting her use my body for cushioning and warmth as I wrapped my arms around her, my tail curled around her waist.
When she was sound asleep, I prowled outside, stalking the familiar trails and land surrounding the cabin.
But now here we were, the day she told me she was supposed to leave, a boat coming to pick her up. I became surly at the thought of anyone getting close to her. I became territorial at the thought of anyone even looking at her.
But if I wanted her to trust me, I had to do the same.
And so I stood back and watched, stayed hidden and let my perfect female control the situation. Just this once.
Even from a distance I could smell his apprehension, saw the way his wrinkled face took on an inquisitive, maybe even slightly concerned expression.
He wasn’t a fool. Age and experience had made him wary. He might’ve even heard about my kind over the years, fables about the beastly wolves that lived deep within the Alaskan wilderness.
But he finally gave a nod and turned to leave. My Marcella stood by the shore, watching until he rounded the bend and was out of sight.
When she turned, I expected to see a little apprehension, maybe even regret, on her face that she made the wrong decision. But what she gave me was the prettiest smile I’d ever seen.