15. Fenrir
FIFTEEN
FENRIR
I slammed her to the ground, and she fell to her knees with a cry. It was enough to satisfy my urge to hurt her for running from me. She belonged to me. Me. Only me.
In one lunge, I had her face down in her den. Her scent surrounded me, causing my cock to remain stiff, aching, wanting.
She yelped, her hands clawing into the floor in front of her.
My human would not escape me. I curled my paw under her stomach, forcing her hips up, offering her glistening, wet sex to me.
“Fenrir,” her voice lowered. Her voice spiked through my cock, filling it with the nectar of my release. I would offer it all to her.
I lowered, pressing my nose into her succulent offering. I ran my tongue across her sex. Her blood coated my tongue. Even though it tasted different from the liquid that spilled from her eyes, it was just as savory. Every morsel of her invited me in—trapped me.
With my second lick, her small body relaxed, and a whine left her lips. My hips bucked forward in answer.
Maddening human.
I licked her again and again, stealing the nectar from her core. I shoved my long tongue into the tight depths that gave way to my ownership.
My hips bucked again. Need thrummed and I could no longer ignore it. Positioning her before me, with my claws pressed into her sides, I presented her to myself. She remained supple and giving to my lead. Her sex throbbed, begging for my dominion. Liquid dripped down her slit. I pressed the tip of my cock against the soft flesh. She twitched her hips and I could no longer contain the rutting urges. I rammed into her sheath. She would be filled with my seed until her belly expanded from it. I would breed her and fill her with my young.
A shudder worked over my spine, my fur standing from the agonizing pleasure. I could not control myself. I rutted desperately, slamming her on my aching knot. Forcing it inside her.
Small whines and whimpers left her lips. The rhythmic sounds of my breeding her swelled my knot with painful pleasure. With every graze of her soft sex shoving onto my knot, I strained. Her channel clasped around me, squeezing me in its straining sheath. The human was small, but my release allowed her to take my girth. To savor it. If she had not had it, my claim would have killed her.
She trembled, screaming as her sex squeezed around me. I did not stop.
I would fill her. She belonged to me.
Only me.
She screamed again, bucking against my cock like a female in breeding heat.
Yesss .
She would never leave me. My little human would always belong to me.
I curved forward, keeping my violent pace while overwhelming her body. Such a tiny thing under me. My human.
My female.
In a lunge, I sank my teeth into her shoulder, digging my canines deep into her flesh. In the same move, I slammed her hard onto my knot. Her blood exploded on my tongue. Unlike any taste. Unlike any human I had devoured.
She screamed again and she bucked against me desperately, her sex squeezing around me. I whimpered against her shoulder. Her panting caused my knot to expand, locking me inside her.
Release came on at the end of my knot locking her to me. Every one of my limbs trembled. Bliss spiraled down my spine and I roared.
My cock spilled with wringing agony.
I had claimed the human as mine and no other would do. I caught her as she fell forward, holding her to my chest as I leaned against her nest. The soft fabric gave way to my weight. She had odd human items in her den. Ones I had never seen. I nestled her to my chest so she could be comfortable. Hard surfaces were no issue to me. They were what I had grown used to.
The walls of her sex squeezed me. I shuddered, huffing in pained pleasure. I nestled her spine against my front, running my claw against the fur on her head as she usually did to me.
“Fenrir.” She stopped speaking. I held still. What would she say? If she wanted to escape me, it would not happen— “Do the females of your species bleed?”
It took a moment to understand her question.
“Yes, when they are ready to breed.”
“Well, it’s a little different as a human. We bleed after we’re ‘ready to breed’ as you put it. So the way it works is whatever isn’t used . . .” The lull of her voice soothed me. She continued speaking, but all I could focus on was how her sex clasped my cock.
Yes, little human, whatever you said.
I held her to me as she continued speaking. My knot incrementally softened, and she moved. Would she try to leave? She twisted and her frail, weak hands sank into my fur.
Instead of showing fear or running away, she climbed on me, clutching me tight.
A shiver coasted up my spine and a low rumble vibrated my chest. My body jerked and I found myself leaning into her touch. She yanked her hand back.
“Sorry, I forgot you’re not into touching.”
I carefully lifted her wrist and set her hand back where it had been.
“You are different.” The comment rumbled from my throat. Her large eyes blinked up at me and her small features became red.
I cocked my head to the side. What did this mean? Humans were expressive and I was coming to learn that there was a reason behind every reaction her body offered.
Her blunt claws scratched my neck, running upwards in a sweeping motion until she reached my ears. The rumble in my chest made her petting pause.
“Are . . . you . . . purring?”
“I do not know what ‘purring’ means,” I said. All that mattered was that she continue scratching my fur. I forced her hand back against my chest, forcefully rubbing it against me as she had been doing.
“You are mine, Mia.” She must know her truth. There would be none to take her from me. To touch her as that disgusting male had attempted.
“Yours?” Her eyes widened up at me.